I don’t really have a translation for this one. When we asked, they answered…’it means cows, Boma Cows’. So there you are. Anyway, it is the name of the town we spent 1/1/2012 in and it was wonderful – a once in a lifetime experience!
First of all, it was the dawn of a new year so, naturally, we were all hungover. The idea of going for a 1.5hr bus journey was not all that appealing but we managed to get to the station with minimal fuss and maximum re-hydration.
We were headed to Witness’ home village, Boma Ngombe. During the week she is chef and mother of the house and each weekend she makes the journey home to her family and 5yr old son. I couldn’t imagine being separated from my child like that but she swears that she loves her job and wouldn’t give it up for the world. Witness is amazing – she is about 5ft nothing, larger than life and a ‘rafiki best’ (best friend) to everybody!







