Only goats would occasionally try to eat it. I think God's idea of the ultimate eating machine is the goat. This village inside the manala hedge was cleaner than some of our western homes. The floor of the village, though it was dirt, had been swept all the way across by the ladies so that it had an appealing pattern of wide sweeps like a plasterer makes on some walls. The guest house was ready and spotless.
Many African cultures have such a guest house in every village to only entertain guests.
It is really a medium sized dining room which stands alone. Brother Beverly and I were ceremoniously greeted, with the ladies standing nearby. This is very important. We were to take plenty of time and all were greeted. Everyone had to be greeted, and the gender had to be right or someone would be insulted.