We pulled into Sichikwalula after a jolting, bone-jarring two-hour journey. The Land Cruiser seldom got out of second gear during the entire trip. Our ties to Sichikwalula go back to the year before we moved to Zambia. The congregation began in 2004 after some women studied with me during the medical mission. We visited in 2005 and met with them in a deserted two-room house (to read the full story of that visit, click here). The brick and thatch structure seen here is an improvement.
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