“18th May, 1866.—The country is all dry: grass and leaves crisp and yellow, yet the great abundance of the dried stalks of a sort of herbaceous acacia with green pea-shaped flowers, proves that at other times it is damp enough. The marks of people’s feet, now baked, show that the country can be sloppy. The head-man of the village where we spent the night is a martyr to rheumatism. He asked for medic-ine, and when I gave some he asked me to give it to him out of my own hand. He presented me with a basket of siroko and of green sorghum as a fee, of which I was very glad, for my own party were suffering, and I had to share out the little portion of flour I had reserved to myself.” From The Last Journals of David Livingstone.
Dr Livingstone practising medicine on his travels! Many of the East African villages he tramped through had lost much of their food crop to Arab raiders, and some of his porters proved unreliable. On this day he received in payment for his professional skills food for his party and himself. Interesting to see that he had reserved for himself some (presumably wheaten) flour. Did he see this as a luxury or a necessity? Whichever, he was prepared to share it with his companions.
What am I holding back that others need?
*I did not discover what siroko might be.