Share this:
“You stir it like this ...” she stopped and watched as the boy struggled to imitate her motion.
She smiled, “No ... Kokio. You’re doing it wrong.”
Holding the boy’s hand, they stirred the mixture together, slowly.
Kokio stopped then looked at her. “I get it now mama,” he said.
Kokio had baobab powder all over his body – on his forehead, nose and chin.
“You look like a baby meerkat ...” she said laughing then she grabbed a little tissue, “Baby meerkat, let me wipe your face.”
“If you succeed this time, I promise to make for you baobab juice for the next three years ... every morning,” Mama said. Koikoi looked at his mother. “Deal!” he said.