Here are the rest of my cell phone pictures from Karamoja.
After a few more minutes of visiting and taking pictures of each other under the tree, we continued on to the village.
The Karamajong villages are completely surrounded by thorn bushes. The entrance to the village is just a low door, that can be blocked by more thorns at night. There is still quite a bit of fighting and cattle stealing among the tribes in Karamoja, so the thorns are a necessary protection for the village.
Once you are inside the outer fence of thorns, the village is divided by bush fences into many compounds.
This is Eric walking in between compounds...
This is the inside of a compound. In this picture, I was actually trying to get the lady giving the boy a hair cut. He didn't seem to be enjoying the experience too much.
The people under the tree that we had stopped to talk to, had encouraged us to visit this particular compound because the mother/grandmother had just passed away the night before. This is her grave.
Because of her death, the people had sacrificed two goats. One they had just kept the skin and burned the rest and one they were going to feast on. Our translator wasn't quite sure where the tradition came from.
We went into the hut with the family and prayed with them. May God bless this family and all the Karamajong people with his grace and mercy.