During my stay in the Maasai village, I spent some time hanging out with the old village chief. I didn't speak much Swahili and I only knew a few phrases in the Maasai language, but he had a great time explaining the process that they made their alcohol to me.
They had a large barrel that was filled with water and maybe some other liquid (not quite sure) but then they add some sugar and then they drop some big root thing in it and let it all ferment in the sun for a while.
It didn't smell too great and there was a lot of floaties in there. He offered me a glass, but I had to decline. I didn't feel like spending the next few weeks sick because my immune system couldn't fight off the bacteria that was in the barrel, the dirt on the root, or the water, or even the stirring device. I was honored that to be learning the secrets of how the Maasai elders get drunk out in the bush, miles away from civilization.
He was a soft spoken man with a very kind heart and he had done a great job raising his son, who had taken over as the village chief in his place. I am looking forward to the opportunity to return to his village one day, but this time, I will bring a bottle of my favorite liquor and we will knock back a few drinks.
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