cement floors

Our Tanzanian home has a cement floor. Yes, that grey mottled looking cement. Throw down a few rugs and I don't even notice it. The 4 steps out our back door on the way to the outside bathroom are also that smooth cement. It is easy to sweep and you don't really notice the dirt and dust so much. So basicly I like them.

But when it gets wet, look out. This morning Ron had his first scare. After a misty day break he was on his way out and down he went. I am talking about hard cement steps. At first you don't know what happened, and then you begin to survey the damage for broken bones, and finally you realize how sore you will be the next day. Thankfully no major injuries. I have had 2 accidents so far, also without any trips to the hospital.

And the inside of the house is the same way. African women are amazing in how they are able to work so hard, including mop floors with a rag in their hands while bending at the waist. They don't like mops and no squatting down or kneeling for them. But I have seen them go down on the wet floors too. Yikes!

I like them, but they are scary. It sure causes me to slow down, which is making me very African!