Friday, April 2, 2010

I Just Ate a Real Hamburger

Guess who's on American soil. It wasn't easy let me tell you. On Tuesday I decided to go over to Kafuti's house on Wednesday night, so that's what we did. We hit up the After Ten Restaurant, walked around Kitwe and watched a movie. Overall pretty fun night. However it did leave me a little pressed for time Thursday morning when I had to pack, say goodbyes, and leave by 9.30. Well I packed in a rush, and took my time to say goodbyes. (cried an embarrassing amount, so much that Lynette went and got me tissues. I don't think that really follows the African male way, but what can I say, I'm Stieglitz first and African second.)

At around 10 Mumba, Zimba, Morgan, Lawrence, Charles, Kafuti and I took off for the airport. My flight was supposed to leave at 13.00, but when we got there we found out that the plane was not going to land in Ndola until around 13.40. Turns out I had a 2 hour layover in Johannesburg so an hour and a half delay was going to make for and interesting transfer. When we touched down SA Airlink had an escort for me and a couple others who were in the same situation to try and let us make our connection. I literally ran 3/4 of the was across the Johannesburg airport luckily my bag was checked through to Washington Dulles so I didn't have to deal with that. I boarded about 3 minutes before scheduled departure. (sweating like a horse I might add, not a great way to start an 18 and a half hour flight) Well then we proceeded to sit at the terminal for an hour while they checked out a mechanical problem on the plane. When we finally got going it was a pretty uneventful flight. We got into Washington late because of the delay. (where I also had a 2 hour layover) This time I did have to deal with my bag. Well they've just renovated the Dulles airport and apparently all the employees haven't quite figured it out yet. When we got out of the plane they had two shuttles, one for those who were connecting to another flight (me) and one for those who were staying in DC (not me). Well about 20 of us that had connecting flights were sent to the wrong baggage claim so by the time we found out and figured out what we were supposed to do it was too late to make my Detroit connection.

So that's where I find myself now. At Dulles International Airport eating at Five Guys Burgers and Fries. Good burger. Using really fast internet. Whaaaat? I've got about 3 hours until my flight leaves so yeah... maybe I'll take a nap. Ooooh or post some pictures.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

4 Days, 5 Nights, 237 Goodbyes

This was written Thursday, but just now posted.

Well this post is a day later than I intended and about a week later than my mother wanted. I've got a social life people. Sure my night life mostly consists of entertaining a few little girls but I also go over to Zimba's and spend time with them, maybe catch the ocasional movie or football game. So my social life is a little slower here than at home. Thats OK. Mom just sent me an email with my schedule for the week I get back. Not a lot of downtime.

In the day to day, we've been working pretty hard on the housing block trying to tie up loose ends. We're planning on starting to paint early this morning. We have a plumber hired to rig up the toilet and dig a new septic tank. The brickwork and doors are all in and the broken windows now have new glass. We've also been working at the new plot trying to get it ready for the Mumbas to move in April. I really like their place. If I could find one like it for a good price back home I'd probably move.

We normally stop working at the housing block around 15.00 when the kids get done with class, and sweep all the classrooms. Then I finish up whatever needs to be done and hang around with some of the teachers until Mr Mumba (their ride home) is ready to leave.

I'm hoping to cook dinner for Zimba's family some evening as a thankyou for the many times I've eaten at their house. I'm thinking pizza, but I'm not sure. Any ideas?

There's an american couple coming out, I guess they got here today, but they're going to spend the weekend at Kafakumba. I think they'll make it to the school on Monday. I'm not sure how long they'll be staying, but I'm kind of glad there'll be someone new here when I leave. Maybe that will make it a little easier on everyone as I go. That kind of sounded concieted didn't it. "What will every one do with out my awesome presence?" But really I'm going to miss people here and I think they'll miss me too. It's kind of funny, even though NZ is a much more beautiful and comfortable country (in my opinion, and don't tell the Zambians I said that) I'll probably never go back there. Given the opportunity I would come back here far sooner because of the people.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Back From Vic Falls

I wrote this at the end of last week but due to some internet issues I'm just now getting it posted.

Well I had a relaxing week, how about you? Monday morning Mr. Mumba picked me up from Lifesong and we headed into Kitwe. We picked up Kafuti and then he dropped us at the bus stop to catch our bus to Lusaka. It's about a 7 hour trip down to Lusaka, and then we bought tickets to Livingstone. We had a couple of hours to kill before leaving, so we took the time to walk around for a while. I figured surely in Lusaka, Zambia's capital and largest city there would be a few more white people. No such luck. I'm still the one that gets mobbed by the taxi drivers and joked about at the market. I told Kafuti that I'd like to be black for just one day so I can see what Africa is like without the stares and jokes.

The bus left Lusaka at 19.30 and after 7 and a half hours we pulled in to Livingstone. We grabbed a taxi who said he new where Livingstone Backpackers was, and after going to two other backpackers (which where indeed backpackers in Livingstone, but not “Livingstone Backpackers”) we made it I gave him a K 50,000 note, which he said he didn't have change for. So we checked with the backpacker and with the Red Cross next door with no luck. He told us he'd run back into town get change and bring it back. Kafuti didn't buy it and told him to go get change and come back and then we'd pay him, which he wouldn't agree to. Instead he wanted one of us to ride back into town with him. Now, it's about 03.30, we've been traveling since 09.00 the morning before and the change was going to be K30,000 (about $6.00), so I overruled Kafuti and told the guy to take the money go get change and bring it back. Turns out that in Africa you should listen to the Africans. We haven't seen the guy since.

After this ordeal we found out that the night guard who was supposed to be left a key for our room, had none. So instead we slept the next few hours on a couple of sofas outside the reception area. I've slept in worse places. Kafuti has lived half his life on the streets, so a soft place to stretch out was welcomed by both of us.

The next morning we caught a shuttle to the falls. It is quite a spectacular place. I don't know how many of you are familiar with how the falls is laid out (and I'm not sure I can describe it real well so you should probably look it up) but basically a river that is quite wide drops over a cliff that is quite wide and then empties into a river that is quite narrow. So excluding the narrow river outlet, you can walk out in front of the falls all the way along the face. It's the rainy season, so there is a ton of water which creates a huge amount of mist so as you stand in front of the falls you periodically glimpses of the massive falls, and periodically get absolutely drenched depending on the wind. I've been told you should really see the falls twice, once in the wet season and once in the dry when you can actually see the whole thing. I won't be able to do that, but this experience was pretty amazing anyway.

The next morning we went on a game drive at Mosi-O-Tunya park. That was definitely worth the 45 bucks. We saw impala, giraffes, warthogs, zebras, elephants, bush-buck, a hippo, baboons, monkeys, and a large assortment of birds. We were not able to find the rhinos, which was disappointing, but I guess you can't have everything. Otherwise we've been to the local museum, out to eat a couple times, and spent a lot of time chilling at the backpacker, reading, swimming and talking. We went to the pub one night and caught part of the Manchester United game. Football fans, gotta love 'em.

Friday morning we packed up and headed to the bus station to catch a bus to Lusaka. We decided to break up our trip home and spend a night there. So after the 7 and a half hour bus ride, we found a taxi (by found a taxi I mean made eye contact with one of the 20 drivers trying to get our attention) and he took us to the backpacker. As a side note about taxis: I have no idea how a taxi driver can actually make money in this country. I think the population is about 2 taxi drivers to every other person. Honestly in Livingstone the taxis outnumber the rest of the cars. Walking to the bus station on Friday I observed a stretch where 9 out of 10 cars were taxis.

Anyway, after checking in at the backpacker we headed to the arcade (shopping mall). I guess it's only one in Zambia. (I could be wrong there) It wasn't real big, but it had some nice shops which were mostly closed because it was youth day. So we walked around, got milkshakes, ate at subway, and then watched a movie in an American style cinema. Probably one of the nicer ones I've been in really. This morning we grabbed and early bus home, and got back around 15.00.

It really felt like I was coming home actually. I've only got about 2 and a half weeks left here. The time has really gone fast. I feel like I haven't been here that long, or done that much. I guess I'll have to try and pack it in.

To those who've emailed: Sorry I haven't emailed. I need to go work now, but I'll get to it this evening, which is your morning, which is soon.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Everything Takes a Little Longer

To say “moving like a speeding herd of turtles” may be a slight exaggeration. It's probably more like a responsible, law abiding herd of turtles. You know me. I'm pretty easy going. No need to get riled up about things taking time. It's a good thing I'm wired this way, because even I acknowledge the slowness with a slight annoyance at times. Mostly I just smile to myself. The funniest part to me is that no one here has any idea.

You'd like examples? Well the fact that I walk considerably faster than most Africans should be the first clue. (Yeah, me, outwalking people) The other day when we were finishing up the roof I was kind of pushing to get done. Morgan says to me, “We'll get this first sheet lined up and then bang bang bang, we'll be done in an hour.” (it's about 12.10 at the time) I told him there was no way, and that it'd actually be 15.00 or 15.30 before we were done. Sure enough 15.35 we stuck on the last sheet. For any LOTR fans, working here feels a little like Merry and Pippin at the council of the Ents. After twenty minutes of talking back and forth, they turn to you and say “we decided to use 150x50 timbers for the roof.” and you're like “twenty minutes ago you said 50x50's weren't big enough, so that was really our only option right?”

I went to church today. It was a joint English/Bemba service so it started at 9.00. I got there about 5 minutes early and sat down. They normally do a lot of stuff before the actual sermon, but today (and this is completely true) it was all of 2 hours and 55 minutes before the pastor got up to speak. It was not only joint English/Bemba (which takes longer to translate) but it was also a baptism/confirmation/communion service as well. We left at about 13.30.

Now I am honestly not complaining. I'm not even criticizing. I'm just informing you of how it is here. Like I said, I do pretty well being chill, and I handle slow very well. My most common reaction is just to smile to myself, but every now and then a little of the efficiency and productivity training that constituted the majority of my college education whispers in my ear. I'll try and help them grow and they'll do the same for me. It's what I love about traveling.

Tomorrow morning at 7.45 I'll be leaving with Kafuti to head down to Livingstone and Victoria Falls. I'll be taking a lot of pictures, and I'll tell you all about it when I get back. If not sooner.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Someone You Should Know

I feel like I should post, but I don't really know what about. So rather than another rambling blog I think I'll introduce you to someone.

Meet Monica. Wife of Zimba, Mother of "Zimba's girls", Cleaner of the guest house, Doer of my laundry, and all around great person.


She doesn't speak a lot of English so we don't talk a whole lot, but we get by. Really I put just about everything I know about her in that second paragraph. So yeah, that's Monica. She's one thick bowl of Nshima, as they say here in Zambia. Actually I just made that up. OK I'm through.

Friday, February 26, 2010

DRU’S VIEWS

This is a newsletter that Dru Smith (one of the staff at Lifesong Zambia) has sent out. With her permission I'm posting it here to give you the opportunity to support her in one of her ministries.

Special Edition – February 2010

“No one can look quite so kindly at you as the poor when you take an interest in them. Or more expectantly.”
Carlo Carretto “Why O Lord?”

This special edition of “Dru’s Views” is being written due to a desperate need. As many of you know, for the past 7 years I have been raising support for several children, mostly former street boys who were served by the ministry I helped to establish in 2000, Friends of the Street Children. Friends was no longer helping them, and they were in need of ongoing assistance to continue their education. When I left Zambia in 2004, I promised I would not abandon them. Three of the boys have no family and have been totally reliant on donors to survive. I didn’t know where the money would come from, but I knew that if I would be faithful, God would be faithful. He has not failed us. I have never directly asked for help, but the time has come when I must make a special appeal. It is due to the determination of these young people that the need has come—a blessing indeed. As they have progressed in school, their expenses have grown to the point where we cannot manage with the resources available.

In order for you to know these young people, I’m going to share their stories and an estimate of their expenses for 2010.


Daudi Ibrahim
Daudi is 22 years old; he is an albino with limited vision and a single orphan—his mother died 5 years ago. His father is a Muslim, but he supports Daudi’s decision to follow Christ. I first found Daudi living in the streets and surviving by guarding parked cars. His parents were divorced, and his father would not allow him to stay with his mother. Since his father was often working out of town, there was no food in the house. As an albino, Daudi was an outcast even among the other street boys. We had to be persistent to persuade him to come to the feeding program where he could wash himself and eat. When he finally came, the other boys would not eat with him. Slowly he was accepted and gained confidence. When we opened Piano House, our shelter for street children, he was one of the first to move in. As the others grew to know him, he won them over and became very popular. He has a special gift for music and was our song leader. I learned about a school for the visually impaired in Ndola, a partnership between the government and Lions International. I took Daudi there, and he said he would very much like to go, especially since as he said, “There are so many just like me.” He was 16 years old and started in the second grade. He skipped a few grades, became the “Head Boy” in grade 9, and is now in grade 11 at Mumbwa High School in Lusaka, a boarding school with a special unit for the visually impaired. He is very bright and has taught himself to play the keyboard and guitar. He treasures his large print Good News Bible, and he is the leader of his Scripture Union Bible study. He attends the United Methodist Church. When on break, he likes to visit Lifesong School for Orphans (the project I currently am working with), and we allow him to teach a class from time to time. The students respond to him very well. His ambition is to someday be an English teacher. Budget for 2010 $1,800


Benson Kunda
Benson is about 22 years old also. He has no knowledge of the whereabouts of any family members or even if his parents are alive. His parents divorced, and when Benson was 6 years old, his father took him away from his mother to another town far away. He has not seen her since and has very little recollection of her; he does not even know her name. He was not allowed to attend school, was mistreated by his father and stepmother, and was once locked in a small room. He managed to escape, and went to his sister for help, but she refused. When he stole some money to buy food, he was beaten and sent away. He lived in the streets and earned money by working at a tavern, where he started drinking beer. He was caught by the owner and taken to the police; he spent 9 months in jail. He was only 10 years old. When released he went to Kitwe where he joined other street boys and followed their example of sniffing glue and smoking marijuana. In 2002, he learned about Friends of the Street Children. He came to the program for food and eventually was invited to stay at Piano House. In 2003, he was enrolled in Matete Basic School in grade 7. He says school was difficult, but he got up at 4:00 a.m. to study. When Benson completed high school in 2007, Friends of the Street Children said they would no longer keep him. It was at that time that I took responsibility for his support. We rented a small cabin, and I gave him an allowance. I found him a job working as a houseboy for a friend of mine, who says he is the best he has ever had—honest, quick learning and hard working. Benson’s hope was to study medicine; however, we were not able to get him into a bio-science program. In January he entered Cavendish University in Lusaka in pre-law. He recently sent me a message stating, “I am doing a foundation program until April and am taking six subjects, which include math and statistics; common law and politics; study, writing, communication and research skills; introduction to information and communication technology; introduction to social development and entrepreneurship; introduction to business accounting. I haven’t got even a scintilla of time to waste because I must pass in all.” He is expected to be at Cavendish for three years. Although Benson struggles with emotional pain from his past, fear of rejection and spiritual doubts, I pray he is on the road to recovery and will someday be able to meet his goals. He’s now off to a good start. Budget for 2010 $6,000


Kafuti Kilombe
Kafuti was born in Zambia to Congolese parents in 1991. His father died when Kafuti was just a baby. A few years later, while visiting relatives in Congo, his mother died. Kafuti and his sister, Mary, were moved from house to house of various relatives. Wherever they were sent, they were abused—beaten, made to do hard labor, denied food and other necessities. When he was 8 years old, Kafuti ran away and, through perseverance and cleverness, found his way back to his home in Kitwe, where he learned his older brother had moved and no one knew where he was. A neighbor took Kafuti to Salem Children’s Village—a not-so-nice shelter for street children. He stayed there one year before he ran away with two friends. I found these three little boys in town and took them to Piano House. We enrolled him in the 4th grade at Matete School. When I had to leave Zambia in 2004, I realized that the future was grim for Kafuti and others like him at Piano House who had no family to go home to. We located his older brother, and I purchased a small house that we rented for income. The two boys lived in a small cabin in the back. Later there was trouble with his older brother, and he agreed to move out. Kafuti, only 14 years old, learned to take care of himself while he attended school. He is active in his church, a small non-denominational congregation, leading praise and worship teams and serving in several offices. He completed his grade 12 exams in November 2009, and we are waiting for the results, which will not be released until March. In the meantime, he is taking computer classes and helping at Lifesong School by teaching the children chess and other games, helping with sports activities, and listening to children read. His goal is to study mechanical engineering and someday join the Zambian army. Over the Christmas break, he traveled back to Lubumbashi in Congo and found his grandmother’s home. Sadly, she has died, but he found many relatives who were overjoyed to see him. Some thought he was dead. They apologized for his mistreatment. He also located his sister, who is married and has a small child. The reunion brought back many painful memories, and Kafuti was sad to see how his relatives are suffering from poverty. But it has started the healing process, and he hopes to help them someday. Budget for 2010 $2,500


Vincent Munsanje
Vinnie was born in 1992. His father died in 1994 and his mother in 1997. He has been raised by his father’s sister and her husband. He has only one sister, who is married and lives in Livingstone. In 2001, he ran away from home after being accused of stealing some money. Later, it was discovered that the money had only been misplaced, but the family could not find Vinnie who had traveled the 65 km to Kitwe and was staying in the streets. God was with him, because after only 4 days, he was found by a field worker of Friends of the Street Children and taken to Piano House. Two weeks later, after contacting the family, he was returned to his home and enrolled in the 1st grade—his first opportunity to attend school. He says he enjoyed his time at Piano House, especially playing with his friends Kafuti and Daudi. (They still ask about each other and visit now and then.) I just enrolled Vinnie in the 10th grade at Caritas High School in Ndola. He did very well on his grade 9 exams, and I am very proud of him. He lives in a small house with his aunt and uncle; their two sons (Amon in grade 4 and Kelvin in grade 6); their daughter, her husband and baby; and a cousin. The uncle, who is in poor health, earns only a limited amount of income by doing small jobs now and then. He was laid off from his job with the town council several years ago. Vincent attends the Roman Catholic Church and enjoys playing soccer. He told me he would like to be a lawyer someday, because when he was falsely accused of stealing, there was no one to come to his defense. Budget for 2010 $600


Kelvin Kangwa
Kelvin is 21 years old and lives with his parents. His father works underground in the copper mines. Kelvin quit school after 7th grade because there was no money. He said his father is a heavy drinker who rarely brings enough of his pay home for food, let alone to pay school fees. They have a 2-room house with a small room in the back. Living in these three rooms are 25 people—Kelvin, his parents, his grandmother (who is mentally ill and was found wandering in the streets), 4 brothers and 4 sisters, Jonathan (see next bio) and his brother, five cousins and six of their children. Six of the boys sleep in the room in the back; another relative is in prison and will be released the end of March and join them. I met Kelvin when he came with friends to help prepare the yard in my house. He was a good worker, polite and I took pity on him. I asked if he would like to go to school and he responded with a definite “yes.” So I took on another student. He is not much of a scholar. He just wrote his grade 9 exams and failed miserably. I have enrolled him on a trial basis at a school that teaches an automotive electrical course. Since he did not complete high school, he has to take some remedial language and math lessons. If he does well after six months, he will be able to enter the regular program. I have little hope at this time for his success with his extremely limited English and poor educational background, but with God all things are possible, so I pray for a miracle. Budget for 2010 $700


Jonathan Mwape
Joe is 22 years old and cousin to Kelvin’s mother, with whom he lives. His parents were divorced. His father is living, but Joe has had no contact with him. Joe lived with his mother, grandmother and sister in a house that belonged to his mother’s brother. When he died, he left the house to Joe’s mother. But when she got sick, another sister sold the house. Joe’s mother’s health gradually improved, and she started a small business selling vegetables. Later she got sick again and died after a few weeks in the hospital. Joe went to the streets to try to earn money, but he went home at night. Eventually he became friends with some of the other street boys and started staying in the streets and sniffing Genkem (a mixture of floor tile glue and gasoline). He came to St. Michael’s Church for the feeding program, washing and literacy classes. He says the field worker encouraged him and helped him to see that he had no future living in the streets. When Piano House opened, Joe was one of the first boys to live there. When his cousin learned he was there, she took him home with her and, because of his age, he started attending school in grade 4. He could speak no English and couldn’t read, but he tried. He would sometimes run back to the streets, especially during school breaks. In 2004, just before I left to return to the U.S., I was disappointed to find Joe in the streets again and high on Genkem. However, he realized his mistake, went back home and has never returned to street life. He says, “Thanks to God. He took me away from the streets. I am a good boy and I can never go back.” Joe has struggled with his studies; his English is limited, and he is not very good at academics. He has just barely passed his grade nine exam on his third try. However, what he lacks in intelligence, he makes up for in determination. He has been accepted and enrolled in a special afternoon remedial program in the 10th grade. This is actually better than the regular high school classes, because the teachers are paid based upon whether they are actually in the classroom and teaching. Often in the regular schools, teachers fail to show up for class! Joe attends the Chimwemwe United Methodist Church. Budget for 2010 $500


Joseph Mulenga
Joseph is about 21 years old. He came to Zambia in 2002 when he ran away from Congo. I have never been able to get his entire history; some of it is too traumatic for him to relate. But it involves family abuse, being a child soldier and living in the streets. He came to Piano House asking for food; he was covered with blood from being beaten by one of the mentally ill people who roam the streets. We took him in as a resident and worked to communicate with him. He pretended to be deaf to disguise his nationality, since he spoke only French and Swahili. Eventually we earned his trust, and he started to communicate with us as he quickly learned English and Bemba. It was obvious that he’d come from a middle class family and was educated, so he was enrolled in a public school in the 6th grade. He did very well, and we were proud of his behavior and progress. However, many of the executive committee of The Friends of the Street Children were prejudiced against his Congolese background, and they threatened to send him back to Congo. So when I left, I decided to enroll him in boarding school. He managed well except for a few poor grades mid-term; he always seemed to pull them up after I wrote a letter scolding him! In his senior year, he was named boarding captain, a high honor. However, he was led astray by friends, and one night he went out without permission, started drinking, and got caught returning after hours. This was grounds for immediate dismissal with no appeal. Fortunately we were able to enroll him in a local high school; I moved him in with Benson and told him he’d better shape up. He wrote his exams but failed. He then got into some more trouble using alcohol, ended up in jail, and then went back to Congo to find his sisters. He returned, determined that he had to correct his mistakes. Once again, he has been given another chance and is currently attending remedial classes at Mindolo High School; he plans to re-write four subjects this year and four next year. He is active in the youth group and choir of Chimwemwe United Methodist Church. He knows that he will receive no further assistance if he gets in trouble again. Sometimes we have to be patient, especially when these kids have had such a hard life with no one to guide and lead them. Budget for 2010 $1,500


Andella Chabaninge
Andella is 14 years old and lives with her grandparents, parents and three brothers. I met Andella when I helped with the feeding program for street children at St. Michael’s Anglican Church in downtown Kitwe. Her grandparents worked at the church, and the family lived in a 2-room cabin in back. She was 5 years old and did not attend school. A small private school rented the church during the week, and Andella stood outside the door listening to the children recite their lessons. When they practiced for their Christmas play, Andella memorized everyone’s part! It broke my heart that this bright little girl would be denied an education because she had brothers, and the family couldn’t afford to send all of the children to school. So I enrolled her in preschool. Last year she wrote her grade 7 exams; she did quite well and is now attending Mama Monty Basic School in Chimwemwe. She is very shy, but she enjoys coming to my house for an overnight. She loves to read and will bury her nose in any book she can find! Budget for 2010 $600

As you can see, I must come up with at least $14,200 this year to continue support of these young people. If you can help in any small way, it would be greatly appreciated. Some people are making a monthly pledge. All donations go 100 percent to the kids; there are no administrative fees involved. A tax deductible contribution (you will receive a receipt) can be sent as follows:

Check made out to “Wings of the Morning” with a note clearly stating it is for “Dru’s Kids in Zambia.” Mail to:

Enright Flight Ministry
1919 Jackson Lane
Port Orange, FL 32128

Also, I want to humbly and heartily thank those who have so faithfully contributed over the years and have made it possible for these children to survive and have a future with hope. “I was hungry and you fed me, I was thirsty and you gave me a drink, I was homeless and you gave me a room, I was shivering and you gave me clothes…” God will reward you.

Dru Smith
c/o United Methodist Church – Kafakumba
PO Box 70839 Ndola Zambia
Email: kafutismom@zamnet.zm or kafutismom@yahoo.com

Thursday, February 25, 2010

I Now Eat Lemons with Salt

Oh hey guys. How are things? So, here it's been raining, and raining and then the sun comes out, and then it rains again. I really don't mind rain too much. Except that I don't have a lot of clothes, so when some get knocked out of commission because they're wet it kind of stinks.

We got the water heater on the guest house fixed today. I like cool showers but not so much cold ones. I've had to do the old point-the-shower-head-away-and-jump-in-and-out trick for the past week. But since I'm the only one on campus with hot water I'm not complaining.

I've been taking tea and some meals with the staff lately, which means I've been eating a lot of Nshima. It's basically corn mash thats boiled pretty thick. You ball it up in your hand and then use it as a “spoon” to eat your other food. I like it, but they always give me way too much. Speaking of food, I hopefully won't jinx myself, but so far I've had no stomach problems, and I've even drank some unfiltered water (accidently, and intentionally). I've got some pretty crazy GI helping supplements just in case. I've also had no side effects from the antimalarial that I'm taking. I guess I'm happy about that, but I am a little curious about the crazy dreams, hallucinations, and feeling of impending doom.

We finished up the roof of the staff housing block. The brick-layer is back to patch up the holes around the top. When he's finished we'll be putting in a new toilet, doors and windows. Then a paint job and some electrical work and it'll be done.

I've started some research on a chicken barn to put at the new plot. Lifesong would like some layers to supply eggs for the kids, and to sell any extra. Poultry is not my area of expertise, so I'm enjoying learning a little bit about it. In the process I'm learning a little about Zambian building practices.

I'm going to put up a special post soon about Dru's boys. I just need to get it all organized and transferred to blogspot. Until then, try and stay warm. Heh.