Although the malaria pills are done, I just can’t seem to
get Africa out of my system. I imagine
that it will be a long time before my sentences will all stop starting with “In
Africa….” Being there really made me think (beyond Lumosity) and touched my
heart in so many ways, I am sure my friends and family will be sick of the
stories before long and our team will have to adopt some kind of secret
handshake to acknowledge that we’re thinking about it….oh, wait – we do have a
secret handshake already – Africans go beyond the simple shake of a hand.
Some final thoughts
While we traveled as a “mission team” we were not there to
convert people or preach. The organization
that runs the orphanages (Childreneverywhere.org) that provides 24 hour nursing
care to pre-mature and high risk infants, a crisis nursery, and provides free
primary education to over 2,500 children from grades 1-7 and 365 children in
grades 8-12, is not political, dogmatic, denominational or partisan. They are, however, dependent on the support of
churches and individuals from the US.
Their faith is unapologetically strong and a part of their everyday
lives-if anything, they ministered to us rather than the other way around. Their faith goes well beyond the wall of
their churches. No bulletins, BYOBibles,
no Hymnals, no organ, reused collection envelopes dropped into buckets, they
truly believe that God will take care of them, and it seems to be working.
An embarrassment of
riches
Comparatively speaking, the schools and churches that I have
visited and worked in the US have an embarrassment of riches. In the schools we visited in Zambia, children are eager to go to school
and participate – after all many times school is where they will be served their
only meal and be fed new information – Zambian TV! It is easy to say, in comparison, that
American kids are spoiled, bored, impatient, and unappreciative (and some may
say that is true of all Americans), but you can’t compare apples to
oranges. Being immersed in a different
culture is eye opening and fascinating…not everyone gets to (or wants to) have
that experience. Africans (right there I
am generalizing because I only visited ONE country in Africa-we tend to think
that the countries on the continent of Africa behave like the states in the US
-which truly also do have their own culture, but I digress), have one
foot in the 21st Century and one foot steeped in great cultural
traditions. The women administrators
where we lived all wore very nice “American-style” business attire and carried
a chitenge (the traditional cloth skirts).
The people who came to pick up food at the milk and medicine stops had
cell phones!
(Hold on a minute folks,
don’t be quick to judge about money and priorities, etc. These people, without the infrastructure to
have lines for electricity and land lines, for the first time, thanks to
wireless communication, have the opportunity to communicate with each other
that does not require a multiple mile hike or bike ride – they have families, needs,
etc. just like us. All cell phones are
prepaid and many have to go to charging stations to keep them going – do you
really think they should stick to drums?)
SIDEBAR: We were very
curious as to why those that were dressed American-style, many times had a
chitenge over their clothes. We asked
some of them and they really did not understand what we were asking. It turns out that there were so many reasons
for having one, they could not understand how we could go without. They wore them for modesty over their street
clothes, as an apron over their work clothes, they served as a backpack when
they carried their babies or packed up their groceries in them (and put them on
their heads). The social worker said one
reason she had one was you never know when someone is going to give birth. We each got one as a gift from the local
church, and our young teen girl learned how to carry a baby (although we
worried when she came through doorways with their little heads peaking
around). When we got home, my sister and
I were going to talk about the trip with our church and brought ours. We discovered a new use, when a bat appeared
in the vestibule – it served as a nice blocker to keep it from getting into the
church.
Our way
We have to be very careful not to “judge” other people by
our own standards and culture. You have
to be careful to not think of your way of doing things as superior. One of the
first things we were told in our House of Moses orientation was to “Please do
not try to make suggestions about how to change the workers activities” – you can
imagine that we could have easily said “we do it this way…..” all day long. Who are we to tell them how to take care of
their business? What if they changed these kids every minute of the day?
Babies come first
One thing we could not argue with was that “At the House of
Moses the babies come first. What that
means is the house may be noisy at night, visitors come and go, the water pressure
may be bad and hot water may run out, or there may at times be no water at all. Please remember that we cannot control power
failures and other matters that call for patience.” We would not have wanted it any other way.
(BTW – we did have a generator there, so when the power went out, and you were
thrown into complete darkness and I mean complete darkness, with a bottle in
one hand and a wailing baby in another, also dark, with no way to figure out
where to stick that bottle, it only lasted a few minutes before the lights came
back on.)
We were so privileged to be able to get a glimpse into the
everyday lives of so many people, from the staff at the House of Moses, into
the communities and schools we visited, in their churches, stores, malls, markets,
streets, villages, parks, etc. We tried
to be respectful to the people, their families, lives and culture and at the
same time record what we saw to share with people back home. At the same time, they were curious about our
lives and sought out information on things like the best computer programs for
the high school, even medical issues.
I have gone through my 700 pictures every night, (and
Janet’s 700) in search of the perfect picture that “says it all” – I have a
few, but as I look at the pictures, there are a lot of things that remain
unsaid, too.
If you know me, you know that little is left unsaid
“Do not use tap water other than for bathing. Watch that you do not open your mouth in the
shower. Use bottled water to clean your
toothbrush…do not rinse under the tap.” I threw out my toothbrush after the
first night. What most people don’t know
is that travelers to the US are given the same instructions, it is not that the
water is dirty, it is that it has different “stuff” in it.
Little goes to waste in Africa and yet there are piles of
garbage (and sometimes kids picking through it) throughout the compounds. There is no garbage pickup in the villages
and compounds. If they threw out the
amount of garbage that we do in a week, they would have been buried long
ago. Most of the waste is plastic
bottles.
They understand that education is the key to moving their
country forward. Public education is “free”
but requires that you buy uniforms and supplies that puts it out of reach of
many. If everyone could go to school, they
would not have room for them all anyway.
As it is, they do split sessions. All property, private and businesses
are surrounded by walls and metal doors, most of those walls have ads on
them. Lots of them have “public service
announcements” about health issues, AIDs, breast-feeding, child abuse,
etc. They are not hiding their heads in
the sand. These issues were also being
covered in the classroom. Teachers
always had objectives on the board and a board filled with information or
questions. The information that I saw
covered very real and relevant health issues, agricultural issues, political
issues (like corruption). The teachers
are teaching. No watered down
curriculum. Almost all kids are ESL –
English is the official language, but they are taught their tribes language
first. No excuses. There is no one saying, I can’t teach this
because I don’t have a … (fill in the blank).
The population here is young, we did not see a lot of older
people. Because we were dealing a lot
with families with children, we saw mostly women. Thanks to education, women are starting to
see many new opportunities to help themselves, their families and their
communities. I think they will be key in
moving the country forward. That is not
to say that the men are not hardworking.
In the city, there is a lot of hustling, a lot of competition. You could buy a poster map, a plunger, cell phone
time, chips or a banana right through your car window in traffic. Artists and farmers hawked their wares along
the road side in the city and through the villages. There is no doubt that
people were working hard to make a living.
In most places, we saw “a woman’s work is never done” as endless cooking
and washing chores, combined with walking to get the water and food, took up
their entire day.
Transportation and the transport of goods amazed us
everywhere we went. Chickens on bikes,
sofas in wheelbarrows (we have delivery trucks, they hire someone with a
wheelbarrow), truck beds full of people, crammed vans, stuff on their
heads. All of these modes of
transportation share the same roads, most not paved.
Kids are Kids
Before we left, we tried the lessons that we were going to
do in Africa with kids here. What we
learned was not how different the kids were, but how much they had in
common. As Linda would say “kids are
kids” – from the kids in the most barren of schools, to the kids in Shangri La
(MOMS), to the two kids that traveled with us.
All of the kids liked to laugh (particularly at us!), they liked to
interact with each other, they liked distractions from their regular class, they
liked video games and electronics, they were curious about each other (We made
trading cards I the US to take and in Africa to bring home – they loved looking
at them -particularly boy/girl), and they had big hopes and dreams.
Just one more thing…let me assure you that the clothes and
shoes that you “cast off” and donate to the Salvation Army, etc. are making it
all the way to Africa. Most of the
people that we saw were wearing American T-shirts – sports, pop culture, PE
shirts, you name it….they are wearing them!
For some, those cast-offs are a way that they can begin to support
themselves and their families. I can
only speak for Childreneverywhere.com, when I say that I know your money is
going directly into the care and feeding of the children in those
pictures! I am going to try and get some
schools involved in sharing with the schools that I visited, even if it is only
a sharing of ideas, it is all good. Keep
giving!
Zambia is a peaceful nation with a lot of hope and potential in their children. Most of our time was spent in the capital city of Lusaka which just gives one side of the story. There are plenty of people living their lives in far out villages, those kids go to school (often far walks and share the same hopes and dreams of their country.
The animals also seem to have one foot in the 21st Century and the other foot in another, as they go about their business (sometimes literally) as we drive by in our souped-up jeeps. Watching them as they swim, play, run and eat is just an indescribable privilege.
There are a lot of words that will elicit a smile and a
story from us: let ‘er buck, head’s up,
George, Louis, Catherine, Bob, Peek-a-boo hippo, pretzels, caterpillars, sprinkler,
Yeaaas, no, no, no, no, chickens, the bridge, googly eyes, Simon Says, French
toast and tacos, kwacha, speed bumps, malaria pills, happy plates, WD40, the
Charleston, purple balls, peanut butter, pompoms, scrum and TIA! There’s more but that’s another whole blog
all together!