Our guest house in Choma seems like luxury after spending two nights in Simaubi! We woke up at 5:30 AM on Tuesday morning just before the sun rose. Nine of us piled into our van packed full with cornmeal, water, cabbage, sleeping bags, and foam mats. I don’t think any of us really knew just how bumpy the ride would be. After two hours of bouncing up and down in our seats, we made it to
As you know, our purpose for spending time in “the bush” was to develop two Village Savings and Loan Associations. The first day (Wednesday), we were scheduled to begin at 9 AM. However, in typical Zambian fashion, people didn’t show up until 10 and the full group wasn’t there until nearly noon. It was exciting to see nearly fifty people so eager to be involved in these Associations. Mary and Matt (or Matayo, as he is called in
Jess, Ali, and Christine helped to prepare lunch for about 60 people on both days. Some of their experiences included: learning to carry water on their heads, filleting a goat, stirring 25 pounds of enshima, and Ali cutting off the head of a live rooster (I guess she didn’t like the fact that they kept us up all night). When we actually ate our meals, there were no utensils involved. We used the hands that God gave us, which we cleaned the best that we could with the small bottles of Messiah-provided Purel to prevent swine flu (thank you, DT). It’s funny because Zambians don’t drink with their meals (actually, they don’t drink ever). Needless to say, our experience was one of humility, learning, and dirt—lots of dirt. Mom, Dad: we miss you. We will never complain about your cooking again. Love you all
-Laura and Ali