Amos and Bridget in Zambia

In November last year, our friend Jo visited us from the UK. The following are some of her thoughts and pictures of her visit:

Arriving in Zambia, on October 31^st, was a surreal experience. Coming from an increasingly dark and chilly UK winter, I can still remember the feeling of being hit by a blast of hot air as I descended the plane in Livingstone, where temperatures were around 38 degrees Celsius. Throughout my stay with Bridget and Amos it was surprisingly windy. And for someone more used to wrapping up against the Atlantic gusts on Borth beach, warm wind was something I’d never really thought about. Once I’d gotten over the sensation of continually being under a hairdryer, I realised it was a good thing the wind was blowing: without it, it would have felt even hotter! Not long after I arrived, Bridget suggested that I take a series of photographs to put a visitor’s perspective on the blog. So here are my shots of life in Choma, with just a few visitor’s thoughts.

The garden is an important part of life for Bridget and Amos. They have quite a sizeable plot of ground on which they can plant a variety of crops. Before the rains came, Amos spent considerable time figuring and figuring what he should plant where, how much and when. I think Bridget was having similar thoughts of her own. But Amos was the one who would come in excitedly from staring at the barren patch of ground with new and increasingly urgent statements about what we absolutely must do concerning the maize, peanuts and beans. When I arrived, the garden was at its driest point. The only crop that had really survived through the long dry season was ‘five-years,’ a kind of hardy brassica that grows thick, dark green, cabbage-like leaves, which can be cut down small to cook as a relish with nsima. A handful of small peppers were the last from a little pepper-shrub – and these too were useful to add to relish or give away.

Peppers and tomatoes can be bought quite cheaply at the market but it is satisfying to harvest these things from your own land. The light in the garden is ever changing, especially in the evening. Dusk seems to come early and I enjoyed watching the light falling on the ground and turning everything golden, as the sun went down.

Zambia has been increasingly at risk of drought due to changes in the climate and this year was no exception. Bad rains the previous season meant that people were struggling for food and prices were rising as the community waiting eagerly for the end of the dry season. We watched the skies, were alert to the winds and clouds, alert to the first possible drops. It is very hard to imagine how much the rains mean, having not had a drop for five months. Here in West Wales it rains almost every day – and I was ready for rain after days, so I know I cannot begin to imagine going for weeks and months without it. The whole landscape looked and even smelt extremely dry. Here you see dry farmland, where Bridget and I stayed at a women’s retreat:

As soon as the rains came, we saw people spring into action with hoeing and planting. The morning after the first rain, some women had prepared whole fields and many in Mwapona were boasting of having planted their maize crop already. Others held back, concerned that the ground would still be too dry. Amos, suffering with a bad back at the time, had to be held back from too much activity in the garden, but as the rains began to soak the ground, Bridget and I set to with a hoe and began digging the leaves on the surface into the soil. The soil quality is very sandy and not great for growing but the simple addition of fallen leaves from the nearby mango trees has begun to improve its texture and quality, so much so that others have begun to try the same method. I was amazed by the change in people’s attire too. Although the rain did bring the temperature down a little, it was still more than warm enough to wear a sleeveless shirt or vest top as it still felt warmer than the average summer day in the UK. But as soon as it rained, children and babies suddenly started appearing in hats, knitted sweaters, wellies and even coats. The wellies were needed. In some places the rain comes so fast and so heavily that localised flooding is inevitable and the market becomes a mud-field, with some areas almost inaccessible due to huge puddles of surface water.

When I first arrived, and then at many points during my stay, Amos would comment: “Jo is here! And it’s really normal!” He was right. Even though the whole experience was very different to anything I had experienced before, I felt very at home with the Bewicks and we spent a lot of time simply sitting, drinking multiple cups of tea, and putting the world to rights, almost as if we were in Borth. They are both always very keen to remind people that they are just ‘Bridget and Amos in Zambia’ – not missionary heroes or spiritual giants. We talked a lot about the limitations we all face as we try to help our communities – and how sometimes it can all seem so much more exciting and glamorous from a distance than it is in reality.

The reality, as I experienced it during my time, is that Bridget and Amos have made quite an unusual choice in the way they live and this comes with both advantages and challenges. Life on the Pilgrim Wesleyan compound is quite slow and simple. Power cuts due to load shedding as a result of drought meant that many meals were cooked over the brazier rather than inside on the hob – and the boiling the kettle for tea takes time if you have to make a fire first. There are many simple tasks to do that can be time consuming such as cleaning maize by winnowing using the wind, which Bridget taught me to do in my first week! Bridget is known by locals as a good wife and a white woman who sweeps as she undertakes basic household chores herself, like the other women in the community. Time is a pretty flexible concept in Choma and we experienced very little hurry or rush while there. There is time to pray, read, think, bake, visit and sit with people - just because. There are demands in other ways, however. Although most of the people we visited are getting by, for many it is very much a week to week, day to day existence, and it can be hard to weigh up how to respond to a constant flow of requests, often very genuine ones, for assistance of different kinds.

Here is Bridget, not really behind bars, but opening her kitchen door to let some air through

Amos has a beautiful hammock, which is most wonderful to lie in. A couple of weeks into my stay, I was offered the privilege of a session lying in it during a hot and lazy afternoon. It hangs between two mango trees and is set up in such a way that you can lie mostly in the shade and even rest your mug on a carefully placed brick, so that tea is always within reach. One potential consequence of reading or dozing in the hammock is that it is very open and as a result you may end up having an impromptu chat with any number of passers-by. The most common version of this for Amos was the frequent interruption of small children who would persist in asking for mangoes from the trees, even though they were not yet ripe – still green, hard and not very tasty. Amos usually sent them packing but despite this, they remained persistent and often made off with unripe mangoes anyway.

At the end of my stay, the three of us travelled for a short visit to Livingstone where I would get my flight back to the UK. We enjoyed two very luxurious days cooling off in the pool at Fawlty Towers lodge, drinking yet more tea and heading out in search of animals. Livingstone is actually within Zambian National Park territory and so there is plenty of potential for seeing wildlife. On the shores of the Zambezi River, we watched the sun go down over a group of hippos, while paying tourist prices for a coke or Mountain Dew. It felt like the absolute height of luxury to have not only hot water and a swimming pool but also this wonderful view. The hippos were close enough to hear as well as see, and we also saw crocodiles and various interesting birds, as well as impressive displays of lightning as the stormy weather rolled in.

There is much more that could be said about Choma, and Zambia. In fact, I left with the feeling that I would definitely need a second visit at some point! In the meantime, I’ll leave you with what feels like a familiar sight, even weeks after I returned to the UK – Amos presiding over his class of younger children – just outside the Bewick front door. If you want to know more, why not book a visit yourselves?

This is my attempt at copying Bridget's blog. Saturday saw the local premier team playing the quarter finals of some cup competition in Lusaka. I decided to watch it in the local bar. It was a mistake, I was the only one there and had the place all to myself. Later I discovered that people were watching it in town. So you can see we are still living and learning and getting to know the local's culture. ps we lost on penalties.

Its church conference season and very time consuming and often tedious. Its the same everywhere. This was the church members meeting in preparation for the church conference. A low turn out and a little time consuming.

But we did get lunch. Served during the meeting.

We learn to live here by watching others. When Bridget was out and the pan was gripped by last nights meal. I just copied my friend and used a little sand to scour!

This is my newly repaired bicycle. A friend of mine (his son is in the picture) has a bicycle repair shop in the nearest compound. He is very skilled, has reasonable prices and is a friend. He has helped us a lot with various situations. One of which involved a fraudster, who was caught by the 'community', taken to the police and then said we were his financial backers. Before we realised, many people spoke up on our behave including this man. We didn't even have to go to court. The fraudster got 3 years but the money wasn't recovered.

On a day off I used the said bike to travel down the road to a different town, Kalomo. I like to go away from the house on my day off. Here I am eating a pie, drinking coke and watching T.V.. Where ever you go, you take yourself with you and you still like to do what you liked to do!

This is the view into town from our place. Not nearly as good sunsets as in Borth. But its still pretty nice.

Life is not all fun and happiness. For some reason I am on the Local Church Board, this is because I wasn't aware enough to avoid it. So I have to do paper work for the conference. But at least it is only once a year.

The last useful thing I did. One of our friends asked if I would teach her children, and they bring their friends. This is at the end of a busy day, the sun is setting, it's a bit cold and outside our house. These children have working parents. They get themselves to class on time and although can be described as feral, they manage to sit, stand, roll about ...and even learn.

That was a little glimpse of my week. It hasn't involved close up pictures of people and stories of poverty and hardship because that's not what defines what what we do here.