Iringa Local Customs

This is a photo of a girl I met in Iringa in October 1999. I spent a lot of time with her family....collecting water with the children and cooking meals with the mum. One evening I went to visit, and the father had just returned from being away looking after his cattle for a few weeks. He brought back 3 eggs and about 1 pint of milk. The mother insisted on cooking the eggs for me, it was so awkward...Numani (3) started crying because she wanted to have some egg. I wanted to share it with them, but the mother insisted I don't. I appreciated it, but in the back of my mind I was thinking - 'I could go back to SA and eat as many eggs as I want, and here I am'.
Basically if you eat the food they offer you, it means in their eyes that you have accepted them.