Mama's Voice
by Nancy McDaniel
A few years ago, I was sitting on a rickety plastic chair in the courtyard of a little motel in a dusty small village in northwestern Tanzania. I was trying to listen to old men tell stories about a magic chicken and an epic folk hero.
That was why I was there: Helping to document these stories. But the problem was, they were talking in the Sukuma language and there was no interpreter.
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