I met this man sitting in plastic chair at the edge of Freswota field. He explained to me that he was waiting for someone to bring a bush knife so that he could cut the grass. I chatted with him for a bit, then took his photo. As was taking my leave, he said, “So you’re going to go get me a bush knife now, right?”
I apologised, telling him that I didn’t own one personally. I didn’t know that by ‘someone’ he meant ‘me’.
That is how strong communities stay strong. Old men remind the younger that sometimes you’ve got to park yourself down in a lawn chair on the roadside and pester people until they do what needs doing.