One thing I found very interesting in Zambia was that most of the signs were hand painted, hardly any signs were spray painted with masks and even fewer were printed. I didn’t get to take pictures of many of the great signs I saw, but here are a few examples that I took pictures of.
Again sorry for not writing for such a long time. I have had this post prepared for some time. I was waiting to get the text checked, but people at Amano were on holiday.
I have just arrived in Austria a few days ago. The 6 months in Zambia are past and have gone, but not in a flash. The great thing about experiencing something new is that the experience is a bit like a child discovering its environment. The time seems to go much slower, because of all the new input you are getting.
If I went back there now, it would be nothing like discovering the country for the first time. I would arrive at the airport in Lusaka and say hello to the people I know, organise some transport and not spend any time looking at my environment, except if I notice something has obviously changed. When I arrived at the first time I spent hours walking around the small building, staring at the people, trying to figure out what they were doing and what they were there for. It was hot and humid and totally foreign. I remember the chapel room in it’s horrible state of disrepair and my first meal that tasted good, but upset my stomach.
Four of us volunteers went to Mpika in the Northeastern Province of Zambia for a week during our holidays. It is a more rural area than the Copperbelt. Whe helped a German missionary, HP Hertler, with some building work. One of us volunteers is a carpenter, who had already built some kitchen furniture there. During our stay there we assisted him in making a ceiling in one room and two cupboards for another room.
We got the chance to visit a small Baptist church, housed in a school there, which left me with a very good impression. The pastor wasn’t very old and a lot of youth were present. I remember the sermon as profound, sparkling with genuine thought and love, far from commonplace rhetoric. We also took part in a youth meeting on the same day and played some football and volleyball with them.
I realise that I have written hardly anything about this school term yet. I’ve gotten used to this life here and am looking towards going back to Europe. This and laziness (me losing interest) were the reasons why I haven’t been writing.
Finally just before halfterm holidays I started to pay attention and keep track of what was happening again. Here a few incidents from that week.
One of our white students killed a fat Puff Adder near the dorm. Their bite can be deadly. A few of the boys had lots of fun trying to hang the snake on a tree in front of the dorm. They made at least 6 attempts and everytime the muscles would start contracting and the snake would slide of among cries of “It’s alive!”.
Please excuse any peculiar grammar and words in this text. I translated most of it from German.
Two weeks ago I returned to Zambia to spend another 3 months here at the Amano Christian School. During the first three months I was working in the boy’s dormitory. This term I will also be teaching some computer skills in addition to that.
The Amano Christian School is located in the Copperbelt region of Zambia. If you’d look at it from a plane you would see one single big tarmac street and many mining and industry facilities dotted around the landscape. The school is right next to this highway. In spite of this it feels very remote and bush-like for a European like me. Water has to be filtered here. And sleeping under a moskito net is necessary,
because of the Malaria threat in the region.