Traditional Dance

 Before the break for the long Easter weekend, the school children gave us a display of traditional dance.  Enjoy..

Baby Shower

 Well, it's been a long time, sorry about that.

I thought I would chat about a baby shower I went to recently.  Here in Zambia, the baby shower happens when the baby is about a month old and marks the day when the baby is taken out of the house and seen with the mother out and about.  It is an opportunity for the mothers of the community to get together and give the new mother advice about taking care of the baby, the other children and her husband, as well as bringing gifts.  It is a very joyous occasion and is very much a party.  The men are excluded.

This baby shower was for the grandchild of a friend of Amos.  I was invited, and the grandfather appealed to Amos to escort me there so that they could spend the afternoon together, exiled from the house!

It was a lovely party, lots of talking, sharing words from the Bible, praying and singing.  After the gift giving the baby was taken out of the house and the ladies sang and danced in celebration.  You will see from the video that the baby is handled very vigorously and doesn't seem to mind.  This is the way it goes at all the baby showers I've been to.  However much the baby is tossed into the air, I have never seen one complain!

A bit of R & R. And some animals

 We've just had the opportunity to spend a couple of days in Livingstone.  This included a boat trip on the Zambezi, some relaxing by a tributary river and of course, animals.  And meeting some friends returning from the States.

Here are some of the animals:

Elephants, some young mothers and their babies coming down to the river for a drink

A hippo, showing signs of a recent fight

A couple of crocs

African grey hornbill

Giant kingfisher

Pied kingfisher

And a beautiful sunset

Autumn or Spring?

 One of the things about being here that is the most different from being in Wales is the seasons.  Here we have hot, wet, and cold.  The boundaries between them are blurred and the seasonal markers we have in the UK don't seem to apply.

The cold season is just finishing.  Leaves have been falling from the trees and at the same time new leaves are growing.  No months of naked trees here, take off one suit of clothes and put on the next.  Here are some examples:

Some trees are in their fresh spring attire while others still stand naked

Some are still wearing last year's leaves, brown and crisp and ready to fall

The mangoes have their fresh leaves and flowers above the dark green ones yet to come down

Some are still changing colour.  This one is always the last to change, when the new leaves begin to show here we will know that the hot season is well and truly upon us

All Creatures Great and Small

There's not much new to tell you here.  Schools have closed, so we have no classes and consequently more time on our hands.  One result of this is that we have had more time to see the things that have been  wandering, crawling and flying around near our home.  Here are some of them...

Herald snake in the garden

Spiders making massive webs in the mango trees above Amos's hammock

Zambezi giant blind snake, just after it had slithered over Amos's foot.  Behind the house

Meyers parrot, waiting for us to get out of the garden so it can eat the sunflower seeds

Groovy caterpillar outside the front door

Chameleon crossing the path 

Road Trip

We have recently had a visit from our friend Jono, from Aberystwyth, and his friend Kevin.  Kevin had some family business to attend to in Koama, so we went on a road trip.
Here are some of the pictures:

Day 1
Choma to Livingstone, which of course included a visit to Victoria Falls

That's Jono and Amos under those umbrellas - we got very wet!

Jono at the top of the falls

Day 2
Livingstone to Mongu.  510 km on a VERY bad road, almost 12 hours travelling.  We followed the Zambezi for much of the way, so got to see a different view of it:

We continued over this bridge and on to Mongu

Day 3
Mongu was a bit of a blur, we just stayed the night and continued in the morning to Kaoma, another longish day of travel.

Chewing the cud at a comfort stop.

Days 4 & 5
Kaoma

A small town, typical of the area

It was good to have time to stay still and chat with new friends:

Food and chat

Jono, Rabecca and Kevin

Day 6
Kaoma to Kafue National Park
A night in the park, what a treat.  We arrived for lunch and then did some game watching.  Here are some highlights:

Fish eagle

Hippo

Dragon fly

Jono and a croc

The croc a bit closer

LEOPARD FOOTPRINTS!!!!
We were very excited about this!

Puku

Later, as the light was fading we went for a short drive and saw these:

Elephants, with baby

And...

A LION!!!
We were not on foot, you can see Kevin and Jono in the vehicle.  We followed the lion for about a kilometre down the road!

Day 7
On to Lusaka for Jono and Kevin to get their flight and Bridget and Amos a bus back to Choma.

Bridget's personal highlight:

Stoked

A Visitor's View of Life

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?