Sunday, August 31, 2008
freaking day to make. First you boil the peas, then chat with the
ladies while peeling off the skins or bags as they are called here.
That was the long part. Then you pound them along with oil, tomato
powder, garlic, salt. Form into hot dog shapes and fry, saving the oil
for later frying. Then take the sausages home and cook them in sauce.
We ate ours with mustard. They were delicious but not enough for me to
do the work at home. Who has all day.
wore socks at night and slept under a down comforter. While we were
gone it got hot. We have spent the past few afternoons hiding from the
sun in our hut. The good thing is our bath water heats up in the sun
almost instantly. So much so that we dilute it with cold. Today trevor
hiked a hill with our neighbor koh. They report that the cold beers
afterward tasted especially good.
Friday, August 29, 2008
crisis in Chadiza. The family already eats shima for every meal and
there is still plenty of corn but they alternate relishes, the veg mix
you pick up with the shima. Until this week, that is, when goats got
in the garden and ate all the pumpkin leaves. Host mom complained that
she doesn't feel like eating since It's rape yet again.
At least this answers my question of whether Zambians get sick of the
same food every day.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
serious about the projects we will tackle over the next two years.
Also It's a chance to catch up with our group. Unless they are in our
province, folks may as well live on mars. We are spread far and wide
across a country with two barely paved roads.
People seem happy. Deep tans and scruffy hair. There seems to be a
general sense of calm now that we have settled into our own village
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
historic mail haul, which included every possible flavor of fruit
leather, indian food, and vanity fairs. This batch of mail includes
the prize for most unexpected correspondant, my friend heather's mom
vickie, who i have not seen since heather's wedding, two kids ago. Hi
vickie! Thanks! Everyone else, personal shout outs to come when i get
to chipata. Hopefully tomorrow.
Monday, August 11, 2008
from the termites that eat our walls and wood we bought varnish.
Elias wandered up while i smeared it around with a corn cob. He rooted
under the chicken house for a minute and emerged with feathers he tied
with a piece of string from a mealie meal sack. African paint brush he
told me. It worked much better than the corncob.
choir practicing outside, Trevor thought he heard someone say stop. So
he did. I turned back to see him dancing along with them. We taught
them the only song i could recall from many years of church camp and
they offered us sweet beer. Joy joy joy down in my heart.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
There is a fundraiser going on at the Jehovah’s Witness church that we pass on our way into town. There have been crowds there this week, and groups of women are riding around on the back of flatbed trucks drumming up business by singing. I love the joyous acapella harmonies that float into the air.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Christmas spirit is in full force in Chadiza, maybe because it’s still chilly in the mornings. This morning on my ride to town, I passed a woman wearing a santa hat. By the post office, I saw a lady wearing a Twelve Days of Christmas sweatshirt. Do they know it’s Christmas, indeed.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
In attendance at the inaugural literacy class: five adult students, three babies, five children watching from a safe distance, one herd of cows tramping through the assembled students. One of the cows wandered into the classroom building we were sitting outside, giving me a rare opportunity to make a funny in the local language: “The cow wants to study.”
During class, there was lots of laughter (not just at my joke), seemingly because people though it was so hilarious to hear English coming out of their own mouths.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Since impalas look like deer he expected it to taste like venison, but
it reminded him of beef.
I did not try the meat. I did still have one of those wow i live in
africa moments though riding my bike on a bush path to a literacy club
meeting at a nearby village. The only sign of human inhabitation was
the dirt path marked with footprints and bike tire treads. Being so
far from so called civilization would have freaked me out recently.
But i knew exactly where i was. And that i was surrounded by people,
even if it seemed like i was alone. It feels very normal here. That is
amazing to me.
I just finished reading Ann Patchett’s book Bel Canto, about birthday party guests who get taken hostage by terrorists. Lately it seems like every book I read relates to my Peace Corps service, but this one did especially.
Even though we are, after all, volunteers, I think every one of us goes through bouts of feeling held hostage, of serving out a sentence, of “us” versus “them.” Opera plays a big role in the book, and while I am not an opera fan, I agree that music grounds us in time and place. When I am listening to or making music, I am here and now. Like when I ride past the church and hear the drifting harmony.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
the nearby big hill. We left our bikes with a family shelling beans
and hiked up up up. Great views even though we didn't hit the top.
After we snapped digital photos of the family and showed them. Thrills
and giggles all around.
Friday, August 1, 2008
volunteers are spies. Trevor told him that we are. We live out in the
bush so we can keep an eye on their corn. Personally, i would rather
spy on pigs. They are much more entertaining. They wag their tails
just like fat little puppies. Alas they also eat poo.