After the baptisms, we loaded up in the Land Rover. The vehicle was full on the trip out to Simwanda, but we managed to add one more passenger for the return trip. It seems someone always needs a ride back to Kalomo or Namwianga. A few minutes down the road we stopped under a shade tree to eat a snack of buns (heavy yeast rolls) and water. Some cattle grazed nearby, their cowbells tinkling as they wandered.
Our next stop was at a small village. Rodgers Namuswa, our Zambian co-worker, is having a big Christmas dinner for his extended family, and his brother had offered to send a goat for the occasion. We had agreed to pick up the goat and bring it back to Namwianga. At the village, Rodgers’s brother offered us places to sit in the shade while he took off on his bicycle to find the goat. In about 30 minutes he returned with the goat strapped behind the seat of the bike. The goat objected to this situation with loud bleating.
Since Sylvester was the youngest of our crew, he willingly climbed up on top of the Land Rover. The goat was hoisted up to the roof where Sylvester tied him down with long strips of black rubber cut from an old inner tube. We climbed back in and took off for home with our newest passenger. The goat made the trip nicely, although he did bleat about every 20 minutes to let us know that he wasn’t happy about his seat.
We delivered the goat and wished the Namuswas a happy holiday.
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