Joe’s Roof
Until I spent time in Africa, I didn’t think much about
roofs. They were just always there, and I have taken them for granted. They
don’t demand attention unless they leak. Common expressions like “a roof over
your head,” “raising the roof,” and “hitting the roof,” refer to a structure
that protects and provides a barrier to bounce off. Wherever and what ever they
are, roofs are the layer above that keeps out the elements.
Before I even knew Joe, who works in my family’s home in
Maputo, he and his family had a roof—a piece of blue plastic stretched over sticks
bound together to form the walls of the home he shared with his mother, wife
and four children. One day the wind blew hard and Estella, Joe’s wife, called
him to say that their house had blown down. Joe went home to see what he could
do.
A year later, when I met Joe, things were looking up. He had
replaced his stick house with a larger, concrete block structure with a central
living room, a bedroom for he and Estella, one for his mother and another for
his four children who slept huddled together on a blue tarp that covered the
dirt floor. But only the master bedroom had a roof. When violent rains came,
the family took cover in the only roofed room, happy to know while their new
house might not be waterproof, it would not collapse leaving them homeless.
Joe is a jack of all trades. For my daughter’s family, he
cleans, irons, chauffeurs kids, stands in line to pay bills and stay current
with the never-ending blizzard of paperwork generated in bureaucratic
Mozambique. He knows where to go and how to get things done.
In his free time, he works on his own house. Africans
typically build their houses a little at a time, as funds allow. When a sudden
windfall found Joe with enough money in his pocket to roof his whole house, I
felt so good. Total cost for 17 strips of corrugated iron for his roof; $145.
Back home in Colorado the following June, I sat at my
bedroom window watching as chunks of hail bounced off the lid of my hot
tub. To date, I had not had to make a
major investment in maintaining my home.
A few weeks later a fellow come to my door wondering if I’d
like a free estimate for a new roof. I
hadn’t even looked up, never thought that those hail stones might have wreaked
havoc on my roof. I agreed to an estimate which came in at $8,000. I talk with
my neighbor, who also needs a new roof. He tells me I can get one for $5,000.
Four months later, I have a new roof, paid for with a check from my insurance
company.
My new shingles keep out the rain and sun, wind and snow. I
can’t stop wondering what strips of corrugated iron might look like covering my
little bungalow.