Last weekend, I sat in an earthen hut in rural Kenya, as my Maasai women hosts very kindly made me some tea. Smoke from the traditional stove — three stones supporting a pot over an open fire — wafted through the hut, to be inhaled by all of us gathered inside.
Given my lungs are my livelihood, and singing is my passion, I am always very conscious of pollution . My few moments in these conditions can hardly be said to pose much personal risk but I came out of the hut feeling as if I was struggling for air. I couldn’t help but worry about those women and their children who breathe that air every day . The Maasai women told me that they prepare food or tea 3 times a day, spending as much as 6 hours over their smoky stoves.
Indoor air pollution from traditional cooking practices […]