All the women of the village were assembled and we began to purify the oil by heating it. But as the oil began to smoke and then burn, I sat petrified by the prospect of losing all credibility with the village women. What was shaping up as a nail in the coffin of my village work turned out a great success.
The lotion began to cool and coalesce, one woman dipped her finger in and tried rubbing the lotion into her arm, and suddenly women from all over the village were running to find small containers in which to put the lotion. An argument even erupted over who had the right to the lotion, and it was decided that only those who contributed to buy the materials, would have the right to apply the newest village beauty product.
