by Danetta Kellar
I used to think that coveting was a condition of material wealth.
After all, in a society where most anything one could want is available at most any time, the choices are endless. And with social media and photo enhancing, everyone’s life looks enviable. If we see it and we want it, we don’t have to wait long to have it, if we must.
My misconception changed when I moved deep into the bush of East Africa to live among a tribe whose material possessions consisted of only the most basic, utilitarian items.
One day after a hot and dusty afternoon of hand-digging the cornfields for planting, the village wives gathered under the spreading acacia tree for chai. Squatting on their lean, sinewy haunches, colorful cloth wraps hiked up above their calves, the women stirred the pot and chatted.