Update - April 7

The last post seems like months ago rather than just one week.  We have packed many miles into the past eight days.

We planned to leave Namwianga on Monday, March 31, at noon to head for Livingstone.  Getting packed and ready to leave was quite a challenge.   By 6:40 on Monday morning we had already said goodbye to five overnight guests and answered the door three times!  Then  our original transportation plan for getting to Livingstone fell through and we had to come up with a quick Plan B.  We were on our way at 2:00 Monday afternoon.  

We spent Monday night in Livingstone and flew out on Tuesday.  Fifty-one hours later we finally landed in another world--Honolulu!  David's cousin Paul lives in Kailua and invited us to spend a few days in his guesthouse on our way home to Texas.  Our travel agent in Livingstone managed to get us extremely cheap tickets if we were willing to spend enough time in a plane, and here we are!  

So far we have enjoyed seeing the Waikiki beach area and the Kailua beach near the guesthouse where we are staying.  Over the weekend we made a two-day jaunt to the big island and hiked across the Kilauea Iki crater.  We also watched lava flow into the ocean.  On Sunday after church we took a trip up to the northern shore of Oahu island with Paul and two of his children.  

By the time we returned from that excursion, David was miserable with symptoms of malaria. He went straight to bed and hasn't been up much in the last 24 hours.  Thankfully, we heeded the advice of seasoned missionaries and brought a round of malaria treatment with us. He started taking the medication this morning, and hopefully he will be back up and around in time for our Tuesday night flight back to the mainland.  

Our plan is to spend a couple of days with our friends the Branscums in Fort Worth and then arrive in Austin on Saturday.  

Update - March 30

We are in Lusaka at Mapepe Bible College where we have been attending a retreat for missionaries who serve in central and southern Africa. It has been an incredible time of fellowship and spiritual feeding for all of us. We have discovered an instant bond with those who understand all the challenges and joys of living and working over here.

Eddie and Carol Hendricks from Richmond, Virginia, and Grady King from Irving, Texas, have been the presenters for the retreat. Grady is a dear friend from David's college days at OCC, so we have delighted in getting caught up with him.

This afternoon we will head back to Namwianga and frantically finish our last minute preparations to leave for our furlough. We plan to go to Livingstone on Monday afternoon and spend the night before we fly out on Tuesday afternoon.

Sunday with the Boys

I picked up Jason and Bernard Sunday morning so they could spend the day with us. We took them on an outreach to Nazilongo, and this time they both did great—no meltdowns like the first time we tried it. They were worn out from all the excitement and took three-hour naps Sunday afternoon. While they were sleeping, we had our own excitement when I found a cobra on the back veranda. I caught a glimpse of it as I was going in the back door—the snake was hooded and flicking its tongue at me. David kept an eye on it while I went next door and got our neighbor’s son to come kill it. This one was only two feet long. (The last one we killed by the veranda steps was almost six feet in length.)

Meagan, Louisa, and newcomer Diedre Hulvey came over at 4:00 for our second annual egg dyeing event. Jason and Bernard helped us decorate the chocolate bunny cake, although as you can tell from the picture they were a bit overwhelmed. We dyed the eggs using our homemade dye, candle wax, and the ever-handy duct tape to create designs.

It was hard to take Jason and Bernard home after dinner. We are leaving to go back to the US on furlough, so this was the last time I will see them for a while. I managed an extra hug and kiss at the Haven before they ran off to join their buddies, and then I had a lonely ride home thinking about how much I will miss my little guys.

Training to Teach

These 20 ladies are all second and third year students at George Benson Christian College. In the second term of this year (May - August), they will be doing their student teaching. Many of them will be part of the Northreach effort and will be placed at schools in Luapula and Northern Provinces where they will work with new congregations or help to plant new churches. Several of the ladies will be working with new churches planted in Southern Province. All of them will have opportunities to work with local congregations while they are student teaching.

On Saturday I held a training session with them and showed them how to use the Beginner's Bible to teach children's Bible classes. We discussed ways to use children's classes as an outreach to the community through Saturday Bible School or after school Bible clubs. Each of them received a copy of the Beginner's Bible to take with her, as well as curriculum plans and instructions for activities. Won't it be exciting to see how God works through these talented women?

Bernard and Jason

Bernard and Jason came over for a few hours last week. After dinner I stuck them in the bathtub and watched the fun. Since they usually share bath time with 20 other toddlers, they don't have the luxury of playing in the tub at the orphanage. There were many giggles and splashes and smiles as they enjoyed themselves at my house.

HIZ Chicks Update

You may remember that Harding University students Courtney and Kelsey took care of three orphan chicks during their stay at Namwianga. Little Autumn, Larry, and Harold then came back to us when Courtney and Kelsey returned to the US.

Autumn died suddenly a month later, and Harold had an eye problem and lost sight in one eye. The good news is that Harold and Larry are both doing great now, although they are really Harriet (top) and Laurie. It’s easy to spot these two—they are always together and tend to stay a little apart from the other chickens in the pen.

Courtney and Kelsey, your babies are all grown up!

Chicks!

I haven’t written about the henhouse lately, and I’m sure many of you are hungry for a fowl update. (“Many” may be a stretch, but my niece did mention that I hadn’t blogged any chicken news for a while.)

David decided we needed some guineas. They are unique looking birds that are reported to be good protection because they make noise when possible intruders are around. Besides that, he likes dark meat, and guineas are supposedly all dark meat.

So he bought ten guinea eggs for a whopping $1.50 and put them under one of our setting hens. Sure enough, a month later, we had little guinea chicks. At first the mother hen would have nothing to do with them, so we gathered them up and put the tiny fluff balls in our well-used “orphan box” under a lamp. I was not happy about this development, because we are headed back to the US for a furlough soon and I really didn’t have time to take care of them and didn’t want to leave them behind for someone else to have to deal with.

David consulted with our next-door neighbor who advised us to put the hen into the box with the chicks for three days and let them bond. Hmmm. Great idea, but we weren’t observant enough to know which of the five red hens in our coop was the mother. And the hen certainly wasn’t rushing over to claim these little aliens. The chicks spent the night in the box.

Monday morning the gardener rescued us. He knew exactly which hen had been sitting on the eggs, and he dropped her into the box with them. For the first few minutes she stayed on her side and the babies watched her from the far corner. Remembering our bad experience with Cruella, I was ready to pounce at the first sign of any murderous intent from the hen, but she seemed content to just sit and cluck. Then David reached in to put a container of water in the box, and Mother Hen flew into action. She swooped those babies under her wings and sat on them, her beady eyes just daring David to try to touch those chicks!

From then on, Mother Hen was a natural. She took over her maternal duties without complaint, and at the end of three days of bonding proudly joined her fowl friends in the coop, guineas in tow. The rest of the chickens don’t seem to care that these babies are a little different in color and run a little faster than their young ones. I love happy endings!

Update - March 15

The Harding Academy group headed for Livingstone on Thursday morning. They were a wonderful addition to our campus, and we were privileged to host them.

I said in an earlier blog that the Harding students would leave a bit of themselves here at the Mission. That proved to be true in a very literal sense, because many of them left behind clothes and other items to be given away! Yesterday I gathered up all the donated items and spread them out on my veranda. The sponsored students at the high school came over and selected six items each to keep. They had a great time sorting through blue jeans, skirts, T-shirts, towels, and shoes to find what they wanted.

The Harding students also left us some of their snack foods. True confession: I ate three packages of Pop-Tarts on Thursday. (I didn't even really like Pop-Tarts when we lived in the US!) We also received granola bars, trail mix, and sugar coated cereals. Yes, the Harding Academy left fond memories in our household.

Update for March 12

Today was Youth Day in Zambia, so there were no classes at the schools. Namwianga Secondary scheduled sports and games all day and invited the Harding group to participate. The Academy fielded teams in volleyball, basketball, netball, and soccer. The girls managed to win their netball game, even though it was their first time to play!

This afternoon most of the students went to the orphanage to say goodbye to the babies and caregivers. Tonight after dinner we had the Merritts and their Eric's House children come over for a devotional and S'mores. A good time was had by all.

On a sad note, baby Whitney died at the orphanage this morning. She was premature at birth and had struggled throughout her two-month life. Last week Meagan had asked the Harding students to give her extra attention, so for her last few days on earth Whitney had been held and loved tenderly. Her short life will leave a lasting impression on the students who came to know her and care for her.

Thursday morning the Harding group leaves for Livingstone. They will see Victoria Falls on Thursday and then go to Chobe Game Park on Friday. Saturday they will head back to America, leaving behind a bit of themselves and taking along memories and changed hearts.

Prayer Request

Don and Laura Oldenburg have been our co-workers here since February, 2007, and have become our dear friends. They have been tremendous assets to the Mission as Don worked with the Finance Office and Laura worked to get our hospital ready to open. They left in late February of this year to return to the states so that Don could have surgery. We were devastated to learn yesterday that Don has been diagnosed with squamous cell carcinoma of the tonsils, and the cancer has already spread into his lymph nodes. Don will begin chemotherapy on Wednesday, March 12, in Abilene. Please pray for Don and Laura during this difficult time.

The Day After The Babies Spent The Night

I heard that the babies did pretty well during their overnight stay on Monday night. I'm guessing that there was some lost sleep, though. These are scenes from the guesthouse after lunch on Tuesday.

Update for March 11

On Tuesday the team had another day of working at the orphanage and tutoring at the nearby school. Tuesday night a singing group from Mutala came and presented a program of their songs.

Wednesday is a Zambian national holiday called Youth Day. The Harding students will be joining the Namwianga Secondary students for sports and games.

No illnesses yet. Mr Harrell, the pharmacist on the team who came along to take care of medical problems, has been blissfully unoccupied with that area and has been busy doing other things.

Parents, you can be very proud of the way your children are pitching in to help with whatever needs done. As we get ready for meals, the two questions we hear are, "What are we having?" and "Can I help with anything?"

They are not complaining about the food, the heat, the work, the frequent power outages, or anything else. We are blessed to have them here.

Babies!

Shown here are some of the babies who spent the night with the Harding Academy girls. It will be interesting to find out how much actual sleep occurred in the guesthouse!

To Harding Academy Parents

You can send a message to your child by posting a comment on the blog. I will receive it as an e-mail before it is posted and can print it out and give it to him/her. Please specify if you do NOT want the comment to also appear on the blog.

We are seven hours ahead of you, so the last message I can deliver will be Thursday morning our time/Wednesday night your time.

Harding Academy Update - March 10

I'm posting the blog late today because we had no electricity for several hours Monday evening. Dinner was already cooked by then, so the only real challenge was washing the dishes by flashlight.

This morning the Harding students worked at the orphanage with the babies and toddlers. In the afternoon they went to Namwianga Basic School and tutored pupils there.

Tonight the guesthouse where the female students are staying has a few extra guests. The girls brought babies from the orphanage to spend the night. It was such a delight to watch them holding and loving the babies this evening. The youngest baby is a tiny one-month-old, and the oldest is Sally, a busy toddler. There are bottles, blankets, and diapers everywhere in the house. The guys have pitched in to help by bringing food to the girls at dinner time, cleaning up the kitchen and dishes, and I even saw one brave guy who will remain nameless carrying a big pink diaper bag back from the orphanage this afternoon.

There may not be much sleeping in that house tonight, but there will be lots of love given and received, and there will be memories made that will last a lifetime.

We continue to give thanks that everyone is healthy and doing well.

Sunday at Kasibi

What a day we have had! This morning we combined the 12 Canadians who are here with the 24 students and leaders from Harding for a trip out to the beautiful village of Kasibi. We took the Land Cruiser, two double cab pickups, and a flatbed truck. Most of the students and some of the adults ended up on the flatbed truck--outfitted in style with chairs. The road to Kasibi is pretty bad; however, none of the vehicles had any major problems navigating the potholes and ravines.

We had to park the vehicles about a quarter of a mile away from the church building and walk the rest of the way. The bridge over the creek consisted of about six logs fastened together. We all managed to make it across without incident, cheered on by a warm welcome from the women of the congregation as they sang and clapped for us.

We tried to squeeze into the Kasibi building, but when it became apparent we weren't all going to fit, we moved outside under the trees and enjoyed a wonderful time of worship with the Kasibi congregation.

Afterward we gathered in the yard in front of Leonard Sichimwa's house for a traditional Zambian meal of chicken, nshima, and goat. Leonard was kind enough to add non-traditional chocolate cake and Kool-Aid for us.

Then the Kasibi Village Band arrived with their homemade instruments and performed. I told one of our Canadian visitors that afternoons like these are called "National Geographic Moments" when you feel like you have stepped into the pages of National Geographic!

The rain came just as we were leaving Kasibi--a gentle shower that pretty well drenched the riders on the back of the truck. Their enthusiasm wasn't dampened, however!

Back at Namwianga, the gang headed for the Merritt's house and spent a couple of hours putting together "Baby Packs" that will be given to caregivers who receive formula from the Mission. In cases where a baby's mother has died, an aunt or grandmother will often volunteer to take care of the child. The orphanage provides formula for the first year or two of the baby's life. A Baby Pack containing a diaper, plastic pants, diaper pins, bottle, clothing item, and blanket is given to each caregiver to help her meet the baby's needs.

Some of the Harding students volunteered to take babies home for the evening. The lucky babies were held, cuddled, and cooed over during dinner and the evening church service. I heard at least one student saying sadly about her new little one, "I don't want to take her back to the orphanage." What an experience the students have had--they will never hear about orphans in Africa without a tug on their hearts from the time they spent here.

Other happenings throughout the weekend: the Harding students have made friends with Namwianga students through working together and interactions on campus. Some attended a movie together in the auditorium on Saturday night. There were some soccer games today as well, and more are sure to come.

I've already fallen asleep at my keyboard once while I was typing this blog, so please forgive any typos and errors. Everyone is still healthy, and I can't think of a time when any other group of this size managed to avoid illness this long. As we recited in church today, "God is good all the time."

Work Crew

Here is our Harding/Namwianga Secondary crew right before they headed off to work on the roads Saturday morning.

Another Day, More Adventures

It’s not even 10:00 as I write this, and the Harding crew at our house is getting ready for bed after a day filled with activities. This morning each Harding student was paired with one of the sponsored students at Namwianga Secondary. We all ate breakfast together and then divided into three groups to work on sections of the road that were damaged by the recent rains. Students dug dirt, shoveled gravel, and filled potholes all morning.

Then this afternoon we had a Vacation Bible School for children who live in or near the Mission. We had planned to have this event out on the soccer field, but the threat of rain moved us indoors to the church auditorium. The excitement of 306 children singing at the top of their lungs was incredible! The Harding students used flip charts, role plays, puppets, games, and crafts to teach the children about God’s love. We ended the afternoon with a craft project in which the kids made visors lettered with “Jesu Ulandiyanda” (“Jesus loves me” in Tonga).

Tomorrow we’re going out with a group of Canadians who are also here working at the Mission. We’ll visit the church at Kasibi, a beautiful village that is home to our beloved Zambia Medical Mission cook Leonard Sichimwa. He’s promised us chicken, goat, and nshima after the worship service. We’ll also get to hear the Kasibi Village Band.

Everyone in the Harding group is still healthy and happy as far as I can tell.

The Adventures Just Keep on Happening!

This morning the Harding Academy students walked up to the Haven 1 (baby orphanage) and Haven 2 (toddlers) to give special attention to the little ones there. The students were divided into two groups, and the groups rotated their time at each house. Meagan had planned all this and had made the assignments of students to babies. She said she almost cried just seeing all the babies being held and loved!

This afternoon the Harding group went to the nearby village of Wasawange and observed daily activities there. They also held an impromptu VBS with about 30 or 40 of the children in the village and had a wonderful time with them.

Tonight we loaded into the Land Cruiser and two pickups and traveled over some typically rough bush roads to Mutala to attend the Friday night Bible study there. We gathered in the local schoolroom with candles and a lantern for lighting. Mark Benton spoke with Rodgers as his translator. The singing was incredible, both when we sang as a congregation and when singing groups (including the Harding students) presented their gifts of songs afterward.

The riders in my vehicle got an extra adventure on the way home. I was following David and got behind a little bit and lost sight of him in the dark. I went the wrong way at a fork in the road. We ended up parallel to the right road, but couldn't quite make it back to that road because of one narrow place between a tree and a stump. Mark helped out by taking the wheel and backing up the truck to turn it around, and then I managed to backtrack and get onto the right road. No mission trip is complete without at least one "lost in the bush" story, so I guess I've done my part!

Tomorrow the students will be paired with high school students from Namwianga Secondary to work on the roads in the morning. Then in the afternoon we've invited all the children on the mission to a Vacation Bible School.

Everyone is still healthy and everyone seems to have a wonderful attitude. They are a blessing to us!

Harding Academy, Day 2

The Harding Academy students have had a busy and exciting day. We had originally scheduled them to be at secondary chapel this morning at 6:30, but after seeing how bleary-eyed they were last night, we let them sleep in a little longer. After an 8:00 breakfast, they loaded onto a flatbed truck for a tour of Namwianga. They saw the clinic, the schools, the college, and then they spent some time with the orphans.

This afternoon Louisa had arranged for them to visit Kalomo Hospital. For this trip we had reserved the school's blue lorry (truck). They grabbed the chairs from our front veranda and put them on the flatbed so they could travel in style and comfort.

The students visited two wards in the hospital and sang for the patients who were there. Then they went to the Family Shelter and sang. Next it was off to the market for an introduction to shopping and bargaining Kalomo style.

So far everyone is still healthy--an unusual occurrence for a group of this size. Tomorrow they will spend the morning working with the babies and toddlers at the orphanage. In the afternoon they will visit Wasawange village to get a glimpse of village life.

Harding Academy Arrives!

A group of high school seniors and chaperones arrived today from Harding Academy in Searcy. We are thrilled to have them here, especially since David's nephew Wil is one of them. They had a relatively uneventful flight and--miraculously--arrived with all of their personal luggage! The only bag missing is one that was full of goodies for Louisa and Meagan. We'll share some of the good stuff we received until it gets here.

Tomorrow morning they'll be going on a tour of Namwianga and get a look at the places where they'll be working during the week they are here. Then tomorrow afternoon we've planned a trip to the market in Kalomo and a visit to Kalomo Hospital where they'll sing for the patients.

One of their ministries will be to play with and love on the babies and toddlers at the orphanage. Meagan has assigned each Harding student two infants and two toddlers to give special attention to. I made sure Wil has my little Jason as one of his!

I will try to post a little bit every day to keep the Harding parents informed about their kids.

Sunday Morning Outreaches

On Sunday mornings the vehicles start up and the students climb in to head for village churches and other ministry points. Here are some of the groups.

This singing group went with David to Sinazongwe. David reported that they sang all the way there and all the way back. He loved it.

The Helping Hands Club has a secondary group and a college group. Both groups went out on the yellow bus to encourage two different congregations in the Kalomo area. The driver of the bus is shown here--he preached for one of the services.


The newest outreach group is the prison ministry. Kenneth Siaziyu (third from left) is a teacher at the college. He recruited several of the college men to go with him to the Kalomo prison and minister to the inmates. There have already been 14 baptisms. Kenneth also challenged the entire student body to donate soap and clothing for the prisoners, and the students responded generously

Bananas

David is showing off our first crop of bananas. We planted the banana trees right after we moved into our house in September of 2005. These are the typical Zambian bananas--tiny but very tasty.

Surprises

Sunday's outreach brought some pleasant surprises. Don and Laura Oldenburg and I took a group of high school boys on an outreach to the Tara congregation about an hour away. (David ended up having to drive on another outreach at the last minute.)

We arrived a few minutes before the worship service began. Laura and I sat down on the women's side of the building and were greeted by two ladies in the row ahead of us. One lady had a four-year-old son who couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of us. He looked like a healthy, happy child, and we enjoyed watching him as much as he enjoyed watching us. The mother sang with obvious enthusiasm during the worship and gave me the overall impression that she was a committed member of the congregation. Later one of the students we had brought with us introduced me to the woman, and I found out that she is my special little Bernard's new stepmother! (Bernard's biological mother died in childbirth; Bernard's father has since remarried.) Bernard's father was in Choma on Sunday, so I didn't get to meet him, but I did assure the stepmother that Bernard is old enough now for them to come get him from the orphanage and take him to live with them. I was thrilled to meet her and find out that Bernard will be going to a home with Christian parents and a sweet big brother. I'm also thankful that Bernard will be living close enough that I can visit him every now and then to see how he's doing.

When the sermon started, the thirty or so children in the congregation got up and went outside for Sunday School. The other lady who was sitting in front of us left with them to be their teacher. After the service ended, she led the children back in and took them up to the front of the building where they sang a song and acted out the story of Naaman. The teacher carried with her one of the Beginner's Bibles that I had given out during teacher training classes in 2006! It was a joy for me to see that teachers are continuing to use the Bibles and doing the activities that I taught them.

Once again I am reminded of the Zambian saying: God is good all the time. All the time God is good.

Kalomo Hospital Outreach

Every Thursday afternoon Rodgers Namuswa visits the Kalomo Hospital. First he goes into the wards to pray with the patients, and then he goes to the Family Shelter and facilitates a Bible study with the women there. Recently he recruited me to teach the Bible study, and I recruited three of the college girls to go along and sing. We now try to go every other week.

The Family Shelter is the place where relatives of the patients stay while their loved ones are hospitalized. The concept is similar to our Ronald McDonald House, but there the similarity ends.

The Kalomo Family Center is a bleak concrete structure that includes two large rooms, a small shop, and a toilet. The rooms have windows and concrete floors, but no furniture. The women spread out mats on the floor for seating and sleeping. They bring all their own cooking gear and food for cooking outdoors on open fires. Their blankets, clothes, and other belongings are piled against the walls of the room.

When I arrive to teach the class, around 25 ladies are already seated Zambian style with their legs straight out in front of them. We sing a few songs and then I teach my lesson with the help of an interpreter.

As I teach, the toddlers crawl over and around their mothers, and occasionally an infant or two will fuss and cry. Flies are everywhere, and I find myself swishing them away from my face as I teach. The women’s faces are tired and strained from stress and worry. I teach something that will encourage them—a message of hope and assurance that God cares. After the lesson, the college girls sing to the ladies. The girls sing in beautiful harmony, their hearts poured into the melody and the words, and I have to choke back the tears as I watch the ladies in the room. Some close their eyes in contemplation. Others mouth the words or join in on familiar songs. A few just listen.

When we can, we bring food to pass out after the lesson. Bernard, a local evangelist, handles this. The ladies bring their plates, bowls, or plastic bags and line up. Bernard uses the tailgate as his table and scoops mealie meal (cornmeal) or dehydrated food powder into their containers.


A message of hope, the blessing of songs, and nourishment for the body. These are the small gifts we offer to the women who wait and watch.

Brandon Goes Home

Brandon is one of the Haven orphans who quickly found a place in my heart. He is handsome, smart, and full of mischief. He kept everything hopping when he was around.

I have two favorite Brandon stories. When Sara was working with the toddlers at the orphanage last summer, Brandon had just figured out how to take off his cloth diaper. Jason came running in from the dining room one day holding up Brandon's diaper with a shocked look that seemed to say, "Look what Brandon did!" Sure enough, Brandon was not far behind him--naked and quite proud of himself.

A more recent Brandon story happened in December. I had gone to The Haven to get Bernard and Jason to come to my house for lunch and naps. As I was getting them ready to leave with me, Brandon ran to his room and put on his shoes. Before I knew what was happening, he grabbed my hand and headed for the door. Then he turned to all the others who were watching and waved goodbye. And of course I took him home.

At one time, we all thought Brandon would grow up at The Haven. He has sickle cell anemia and will always need some special medical care and attention. But two weeks ago his grandmother arrived, determined to take him home with her. She speaks English well and was able to articulate her plans for Brandon. She convinced Kathi Merritt and others in charge that she is quite capable of taking care of him. She has nine other grandchildren and orphans who live with her, so Brandon will have lots of company. She also lives in a village that is relatively close and easy to get to, which means that someone from Namwianga can check on Brandon every now and then.

On Tuesday Brandon and his grandmother were ready to leave The Haven. They had just gotten past the veranda gate when one of the caregivers tried to take Brandon back in the house to get one more hug. Brandon threw a fit and absolutely refused to leave the arms of his grandmother. Everyone was thrilled to see him so obviously bonded, so they happily sent him on with her.

I love happy endings. . . and happy beginnings.

Shopping Spree

Recently I got to go shopping for The Haven. Marge Kagels, a loyal medical mission volunteer, had given me some money to spend on the babies. After consulting with Kathi Merritt about what was most needed, I headed for the shopping center in Lusaka and had a most enjoyable shopping spree.

Pictured above are the purchases. The five bouncer seats are for the infants to sit in. Any movement by the baby makes the seat move a little, so that encourages activity. Plus, the baby can sit up and see what's going on in the world. I also bought nine receiving blankets, 36 infant size cloth diapers, 24 larger size cloth diapers, plus three pairs of toddler sandals just for fun. Later I bought 40 sets of diaper pins to finish off the purchase.

The day I delivered all this to the orphanage was like Christmas. Cecilia, the housemother, was dancing around, the aunties (caregivers) were clapping, and everyone was grabbing babies to put them in the bouncer seats! Thanks, Marge, for making life brighter in our corner of the world.

Everyday Hero

We met Obert on Sunday when we took a group of college guys on an outreach to a small congregation at Dube Farm. Laura Oldenburg and I taught the children, and Obert was in our class. After the lesson we spent a few minutes talking to the kids and asking them about school. We found out that Obert walks into Kalomo every day to go to school. He leaves at 5:00 in the morning and arrives at school between 7:00 and 8:00. He walks home in the afternoon and gets in around 4:00.

We checked the distance with our odometer on the way back to the Mission. Obert walks over nine kilometers one way to get to school.

Obert and kids like him all over Zambia are heroes in my book.

Ellie’s Lusaka Photography Show

In addition to all the work Ellie Hamby does for Zambia Medical Mission and for Namwianga, Ellie is also an excellent photographer. A special exhibit of her work is now on display in Lusaka at the Visual Arts Center. Last Friday night was the opening celebration, and several of us took the opportunity to get away for a couple of days and enjoy the event with her.

My sister pointed out to me last week that I seldom ever post photos on the blog of David and me together. The reason, of course, is that one of us is usually taking the pictures. But this weekend we enlisted the help of Meagan and Louisa to make sure that there are, indeed, photographic records showing that David and I do go places together (see above photo of us at the exhibit opening).

The other photo shows the wonderful missionaries we work with at Namwianga: Don and Laura Oldenburg, Meagan Hawley, Louisa Duke, and on the far right, Sheri Sears. We had a great time at the exhibit opening, eating Chinese food afterward, and doing lots of shopping in Lusaka on Friday and Saturday.

The Bog Revisited

I ventured out on the roads today to do an outreach at Kalomo Hospital. We have had five days of sunshine now, so the roads are beginning to dry out.

The top photo shows a full view of The Bog, notorious for trapping vehicles in its mire last week. The left side is much improved, thanks to the work of Art Nine and the maintenance crew. They filled low areas with sandbags and then spread a layer of gravel on top.

The second photo is a close-up of the non-improved right side of The Bog—still intimidating with its tire-sucking mud. On the far right you can see the detour that was created around The Bog during the worst of the road woes.

If the sunshine holds, we can send the students for outreaches this Sunday. But our road experts tell us that any major rains will make The Bog impassable for our buses and maroon us once again. Let’s pray for more sunshine.

New Duds

One of our American visitors last week was Curt Buchholz, a pathologist from Alaska who was making his first trip to Namwianga. Curt’s wife, Carole, has come on the last two medical missions. She sponsors one of our secondary students and knows the needs of the young people here.

Carole went shopping for new clothes for the sponsored guys. She found a store in her town that had a clearance sale in progress. When Carole told the manager what she was shopping for, the manager lowered the prices even more.

So Carole sent Curt to Namwianga with one suitcase full of brand new men’s clothing for the sponsored high school students. And I had the fun of distributing it to them!

On Friday I called all the sponsored high school boys to a meeting. I told them about the new clothes, and each one drew a number to determine when he would get to choose his clothing items. Then we all headed for the veranda at my house where Valerie England, another visitor from the US, was waiting to help us.

I had the new clothes laid out on tables by size and style. We also had some other items to give away on a separate table. Valerie had brought some T-shirts and ball caps, and I had a collection of neckties to give away.

Each of the 28 boys got to choose a new item of clothing (shirt, shoes, or shorts) from the "new" table plus a necktie and either a T-shirt or ball cap from the other table.

The boys had a great time making their selections and posing for photos afterward. I'm sure that for many of them this "shopping" was a rare experience. To Carole, Curt, and the store manager, the boys and I say a hearty “Twalumba Meninge!” (Thank you VERY much.)

The Bog

Roy Merritt sent out an e-mail today telling about his wife Kathi's recent adventure in The Bog. He writes:

Rain has swished over us almost daily the last two months. Zambia is about to sink!

I got this giggly phone call from Meagan Hawley, "Uh, um...(tee hee hee). We're stuck in the middle of the road just past the hospital. (twitter)"

How can Kathi get stuck right in the middle of the main road????

Of course, I leaped into my trusty 4X4 steed and charged forth to rescue damsels in distress.

Not far, a hint of road conditions ahead...

I'm sorry, I didn't take my camera along to record her buried wheels or her muddy feet. I didn't realize that the place would get worse and worse, and figured it was a one-time woman driver thing.

Nope.

After she "opened" the ground, several dozen cars have suffered that same sloppy fate. This morning Kathi's mud-arena looked like this:

6-8 rainy weeks still lie ahead.

Usually we beg the Lord for rain. Now we'd (gulp!) like a bit less. We feel like those Israelites who grumbled for meat, then guzzled so many quail they got sick!

Roy

Bernard and Jason

Bernard and Jason have become my special little guys from the orphanage. About once a week they come home with me for the day. I think the extra attention is good for them, but the truth is that I have the most fun! Bernard has figured out the routine now, so when I arrived at the orphanage last week he grabbed my hand, looked up at me with those BIG eyes and said, “Bye, Bye?”

A couple of weeks ago we had a Sunday outreach planned with John and Beth Reese who were visiting at Namwianga. They are from Austin and work with World Bible School. I decided this would be a good chance to take my little guys on an outing and let them experience a trip to the bush with us.

I picked them up early on Sunday so we had time to read (see photo) and play a bit before we left. They did well on the bumpy ride to Kanyaya, with Bernard sleeping most of the way. As it turns out, Bernard was running a fever and slept most of the day. Jason was content to sit on Beth’s lap and enjoy the scenery.

We arrived at the Kanyaya church building and were greeted by the members. Jason clung to my skirt, not sure what to think of all the new people. We went in and sat on the low wooden plank benches and the service began. Bernard fell back to sleep on Beth’s lap. Jason looked all around at the small thatched building, the rows of people, and especially at the other little children. It occurred to me that Jason has only seen a handful of houses, the Namwianga church building, and the Namwianga clinic in his two and a half years. Slowly his eyes began to register how overwhelmed he was with all these new sights, smells, and sounds. Big tears started rolling down his cheeks. I held him close and hoped for the best, but in a few minutes he lost his composure and began to wail. I carried him outside and got him calmed down after a few minutes.

Then Beth came out with Bernard because he had fallen apart when he saw Beth’s face and not mine. I sent Beth back inside and put both boys in the back seat of our vehicle. Bernard fell back asleep and Jason and I spent a pleasant half hour or so just sitting together. Later the boys ate the nshima and chicken that the ladies had cooked for us.

We bumped and jolted home. The boys had a long nap before I took them back to The Haven. There is a good chance that both Bernard and Jason will be leaving the orphanage soon to go live with family members. I hope our outing helped them get a little preparation for the big world out there.

Update - January 31

We have had a group of Americans here since last Friday. Richard Prather, Ellie Hamby, Dr. Allen Neese, and Allen and Valerie England have been here before. Our first-timers are the England's daughter Sherry, Art Nine, and Curt Bucholz.

Sherry is an artist and is teaching art lessons at all levels. The students have loved these classes and are begging her for more. Art is a farmer from Oklahoma and has been advising the farm management team when he's not working with them on the muddy road. Curt is a pathologist from Alaska who is here to help Allen Neese with hospital issues.

Richard, Ellie, Allen Neese, and Curt made a quick trip to Lusaka with the Oldenburgs and three mission staff members to take care of some business matters. They left for Lusaka on Monday before we had two days of torrential rains. Their return Wednesday night turned into an adventure as the Oldenburgs' two-wheel drive pickup got stuck on the Namwianga Road. I'll condense a long, muddy story and tell you that the Oldenburgs managed to get their vehicle unstuck and took it back into Kalomo and parked it. Richard collected them in the four-wheel drive Land Cruiser, but even that vehicle couldn't make it through The Bog on way back to Namwianga. David, Allen England, and Art were waiting at The Bog with the farm tractor where they had just rescued an SUV that ended up almost on its side in the mire. The tractor pulled out the Land Cruiser and everyone got safely home eventually.

We're all hoping for sunshine today.

Wet and Wordless

I got out the thesaurus to find words to describe this week. The relentless rains have left us far beyond just wet--we are soaked, drenched, saturated, doused, dampened, and waterlogged!

As of yesterday we can add one more descriptor--marooned! The road from the Mission into town is now impassable except for hardy four-wheel drive vehicles driven by drivers who are either desperate or daredevils. One particularly bad section of the road is now named "The Bog." This miry stretch has claimed a variety of vehicles the past two days and has kept the farm tractor busy pulling cars, trucks, and trailers out of the sticky slop.

One of our American visitors, Art Nine, is a farmer from Gage, Oklahoma. He has been a wonderful asset, working tirelessly on the roads. He and the Namwianga farm crew tried grading some sections on Tuesday. Yesterday they concentrated on The Bog, filling low places with sandbags. Art's work and a few days of dry weather might get us linked up with the outside world again . . . but the forecast is more rain.

I think I'll need a bigger thesaurus.

Zambia in the News

Here are some of the latest news stories in Zambia.

Our missionary friends the Davises, the Boyds, and the Bruingtons all live at Mumena in Northwestern Province. ShopRite, the ONLY major grocery store in the entire province, burned to the ground the other day. The town’s only fire engine was not working, so fire trucks had to be called in from the Kansanshi copper mines. By the time they arrived, there was little that could be done to save the store. The link for the story on this is http://www.times.co.zm/news/viewnews.cgi?category=4&id=1201074702

We’ve had power outages several times in the last few days. That’s not that unusual for us at Namwianga, but the outages on Saturday night and Monday night affected the ENTIRE COUNTRY of Zambia. Frustration over the blackouts in the capital city of Lusaka led to rioting. See the story at http://www.times.co.zm/news/viewnews.cgi?category=4&id=1201074608

Welcome Week

The college campus is buzzing with activity this week as the students return from their holiday break. We have a new program called Welcome Week in place this year to help greet and orient the new students. New students were placed in small groups with experienced student leaders who helped them find their way around the campus, learn procedures, and meet new people. The groups also were assigned campus projects to work together on and help develop relationships.

The Welcome Week student leaders planned a variety of activities. Every evening there was something special for students to do, including devotionals, movie nights, and Bible study. Two afternoons were devoted to sports. Drawings for prizes turned out to be the favorite activity of the week. I had a collection of items that had been donated, including backpacks, boxed pen sets, visors, and folders, plus a box of leftover cassettes from our recording project a couple of years ago. We held drawings for these prizes after chapel each day and after each evening activity. So far the feedback on Welcome Week from new and returning students has been overwhelmingly positive, with everyone agreeing that the 2008 school year is off to a good start!

Mpepo Update

Joe Mushika and Cosmos returned from Mpepo on Monday night.  They spent a week there teaching, training leaders, and interacting with the community.  Joe reported that the young man who was electrocuted (see earlier blog) is still in the hospital and not doing well.  Our late night rush to the hospital apparently created much good will in the community.  Joe said that when he introduced himself to residents, they would recognize his connection to Namwianga Mission and express their gratitude for our ambulance service for the injured person.  We're glad God was able to bring some good out of that unfortunate accident.  

The Shiwa Ngandu Legacy

Mark Harvey is the grandson of Stewart Gore-Brown, the eccentric gentleman who built Shiwa Ngandu, an English manor in the middle of the African Bush.

Mark owns and runs the Kapishya Hot Springs Lodge and Campground where we spent two nights on our recent trip up north. Mark is a gracious and knowledgeable host and went out of his way to make our stay a memorable experience. Since January is the off-season for tourism, we were the only guests at Kapishya on our second night. Mark and his wife Mel hosted us for dinner in the Lodge’s dining hall and entertained us with stories of their life in Zambia and their experiences in running Kapishya.

Mark and his two brothers and a sister all grew up living in the great house at Shiwa Ngandu. Mark’s mother, the daughter of Stewart Gore-Brown, and her husband Charles ran the estate until their mysterious murder in 1992. It was an unusual childhood in many ways, as Mark tells of constant visitors who came to see Shiwa Ngandu and to visit his grandfather. Kapishya, 18 kilometers down the road from Shiwa, was originally built as a weekend retreat so that the Harvey family could get away from all the activity at the manor.

Mark’s brother Charlie now lives at Shiwa and works in partnership with Mark. The farming and ranching operation at Shiwa provides most of the meat for Kapishya’s lodge. Both Mark and Charlie offer safari guide services in the nearby North Luangwa Game Park.

An entire community thrives in the area around Shiwa and Kapishya. A hospital and a school are just down the road from the main house. Fees paid by visitors to tour the house go directly to fund the school and hospital. Mark and Charlie also make sure that over 70 orphans are fed three meals a day at the school. Many of their employees are the grandchildren and great-grandchildren of people who worked for Stewart Gore-Brown. A fascinating legacy continues.

The Africa House - called Shiwa Ngandu

The dining room inside Shiwa Ngandu. The table is so large that it had to be built inside the room. Guests at the house still eat their meals here.

Sets of china that were used during the days of Stewart Gore-Brown. The china probably was carried overland from the coast in ox-carts.

A view of the lawn in front of The Africa House. The lake is in the background.

Shiwa Ngandu

Our harrowing night drive in the bush (see the previous story) was well worth the effort. We spent a delightful two nights camping at the Kapishya Hot Springs. We had chosen this place to stay so that we could visit nearby Shiwa Ngandu, a place described by The Magic of Zambia as “perhaps one of the most startling sights in the whole country of Zambia: a rambling English country manor overlooking a shimmering lake in the middle of the African Bush.”

Christina Lamb wrote a fascinating book about the house at Shiwa Ngandu and the eccentric English gentleman who poured his life into building it. David and I had read The Africa House and couldn’t wait to see the actual Shiwa Ngandu.

Stewart Gore-Brown was a young British colonial officer working on demarcating the border between Rhodesia and the Belgian Congo in 1914. His work led him to discover a place called Shiwa Ngandu, or Lake of the Royal Crocodiles. Gore-Brown bought the lake and the nearby land from the local chief and spent the rest of his life building and maintaining an English country manor and estate.

A rich aunt in England supplied much of the funding necessary to bring building material, furniture, household goods, and supplies into the remote area. The house was completed in 1932, and for many years Gore-Brown entertained guests in British grandeur.

After his death in 1967, his daughter and son-in-law struggled to maintain the estate. They also campaigned against poaching the nearby North Luangwa Game Park. It is suspected that their anti-poaching stance led to their mysterious murders in 1992.

The house was empty for a few years and quickly fell into disrepair. Now Charles, Gore-Brown’s grandson, and his wife Jo have restored the house and opened it to the public as an inn and also for guided tours. We spent a fascinating morning exploring the old house and hiking up a hill to view Gore-Brown’s grave and get spectacular view of the lake.

Charles and Jo live in the old house and have a prosperous farm operation raising cattle, sheep, and African game. Nearly 100 years later, they are maintaining Stewart Gore-Brown’s dream of an English estate in the middle of the gorgeous and untamed African bush. I'll post photos in a separate blog.

On to Kapishya

It was 5:30 on Sunday afternoon before we were able to get on the road from Mpepo. We had met with the church leaders, eaten at the Chief’s palace, and said our goodbyes to Joseph and Cosmas who were staying behind to work with the congregation for a few days. Now we wondered whether we should even leave. We had broken our “no driving at night” rule the night before to take the young man to the hospital in Mpika, and we didn’t want to do that again.

But Joseph assured us that the road to the Kapishya Hot Springs Campground was good, estimating that we could be there in 20 minutes. I multiplied that by three just to be safe and figured surely we could make it before dark. If not, we reasoned, we could always turn around and come back.

Twenty minutes down the road we came to the turnoff for Kapishya—a turnoff onto a one-lane dirt road. A turnoff with a sign and said Kapishya was 30 miles down this dirt road. I was getting a little nervous as the shadows lengthened and the air grew cooler. We headed down the road, with David promising, “If the road gets worse, we’ll turn around and go back.” The road continued to be relatively smooth for about 10 miles or so, and we were making pretty good time traveling through a totally deserted wooded area with absolutely no signs of human life other than an occasional hut every three miles or so.

By 6:30 it was getting dark fast, and we both realized we had come far enough that turning back was not a good option. About that time the road narrowed to a trail and we began to see that the recent rains had left their mark. David shifted into four-wheel drive and we slowed to a crawl. At two or three places the road had washed out completely. David had to get out and look it over carefully to decide if we could make it, but our invincible Toyota managed to get us through.

At 7:00 the sky was black and we were still miles from Kapishya. I was making lists of our options in my head. We had never been able to contact the campground by e-mail or phone, so we were just hoping that the place was even open. When we saw how absolutely deserted the area was, I had a panicky thought that maybe the place was closed for the season. We also faced the possibility that any minute we might come to a washed-out place in the road that would be too much even for our four-wheel drive pickup to maneuver. We decided that in either of those events we would just crawl in the back of the truck for the night and sort it all out in the morning. At any rate, I would have blog material and we could chalk up another adventure.

After two hours of seeing nothing but trees and road, the sight of a burning lightbulb seemed just as welcome as an oasis in the desert. We spotted the sign for Kapishya Hot Springs Lodge and drove through the gate to find a parking lot filled with safari vehicles around a gorgeous thatched roof building illumined by electric lights. I don’t know when I have felt more relieved. I stifled the urge to hug the night watchman in sheer gratitude that I was alive and out of the dark wilderness where we had spent two nail-biting hours!

We made arrangements in the lodge for our campsite and headed back into the inky night to set up camp. We were, as you might guess, the ONLY people in the campground, but we had flush toilets and hot showers, and after having been resigned to the idea of parking our vehicle by the roadside in the bush, this seemed pretty luxurious. For the second night in a row we set up our tent on the back of the truck by the light of a flashlight—shaving minutes off our previous time--and crawled into our sleeping bags. Lulled by the sound of rushing river water, croaking frogs, and squeaking fruit bats, we slept soundly.

More Adventures at Mpeepo

Sunday morning we were awake at daybreak and discovered that the windows in our camper tent offer no privacy. I tentatively sat up in my sleeping bag and looked out on four pairs of eyes. Our host family’s children were sitting in front of their house (about six feet from our truck) and watching us intently.

We had agreed to go meet the Chief of the area at 7:00 that morning. As we headed toward his home (called a palace), we were escorted by his guard and told what to do. As soon as the Chief emerged from his house, we performed the traditional greeting by getting on our knees and clapping. The Chief and his wife then offered us seats and greeted us warmly. The Chief expressed his appreciation for the late-night hospital run. Apparently if we had not been available, the Chief would have been the one to arrange transportation, and it would have been Sunday morning at the earliest before any action could have been taken. Moses, the local church leader who accompanied us, invited the Chief to attend the church’s worship service that morning, and the Chief agreed.

The Chief and his wife

The Sunday service was held in the local school building about a mile from our host campground. The regular attendance at the congregation runs around 16 or so, but since the word was out about our visit, several local community leaders and visitors came and swelled the attendance to near 40. After the singing and David’s sermon, Moses provided detailed introductions of every visitor. Then we headed down to the river (another mile walk) for seven baptisms.

David met with the men of the congregation that afternoon, finally arriving back at our vehicle around 3:30. The Chief had requested that we come back to visit him, so off we went again to his palace. This time, since we were already good friends, we got to skip the kneeling and clapping. The Chief informed us that he wanted to serve us dinner and that we would walk around his farm while it was being prepared.

We spent a delightful hour with the Chief as we walked through his fields of maize and soybeans and saw the artesian well that provides clean water for most of the village. I have still not figured out the intricacies of the role of chiefs in Zambia, but each area has a chief who in involved in settling disputes. Chief Mpeepo told us that he holds court every Friday and judges matters like marriage problems, land disputes, and conflicts between his subjects. The punishment he assigns usually involves some sort of manual labor in the farm fields or construction of buildings for the Chief.

Dinner—our first meal since tea and buns at breakfast--was finally served at 5:00. The Chief insisted that David sit in his chair for the meal, but the Chief himself did not eat with us. We enjoyed the traditional Zambian meal of chicken, nshima, and cabbage served by the Chief’s delightful wife.

We had taken some photos of the Chief that morning, and he requested that we take some more, which we were happy to do. The Chief invited us to come back, even offering to give us land if we would move into his chiefdom!

We finally said our goodbyes and headed back to our campsite to get on the road before dark.

To be continued

The congregation at Mpeepo

Home Sweet Home

Our tent fits over the back of the pickup with the tailgate down. We can set it up in less than 15 minutes--even at 1 a.m. in pitch blackness, as we discovered last weekend in Mpeepo.

Another Adventure

We set off early Friday morning to visit a struggling congregation at Mpeepo in northern Zambia. Two Zambian co-workers, Joseph and Cosmos, traveled with us, planning to stay a few extra days to do some leadership training with the church members.

We spent Friday night at a lodge on the way and arrived at Mpeepo Saturday afternoon. A local church member offered his yard for our camping spot, so we set up a tent for Joseph and Cosmos and then set up our "tent" for the night on the back of our Toyota. At about 7:30 that evening we were sitting outside with several of the men from the local congregation when we heard an explosion and saw a bright flash across the highway from where we were sitting. "Something hit the electric tower," our friend Moses said. David and some other men got their flashlights and headed out to investigate. (Even though we were 100 yards from the electric tower, there was no electricity in our host's house.)

It turns out that a 20-year-old young man high on the local variety of marijuana had decided to climb up the metal electric tower to steal a length of barb wire. He was about 10 feet up when he grabbed the wire and was electrocuted. The jolt tore open his left leg from the thigh to the calf, and the fall from the tower gave him a possible head injury. David warned the villagers not to move the victim, but eventually the man sat up and the villagers carried him to the nearby health clinic.

As it turns out, our vehicle was the only one in this community of 3,000 people. David volunteered to take the young man to the hospital as soon as the clinic officer had him stabilized. Since we would have to use the back of our pick-up, we hurriedly took down all our camping gear and stored it in Joseph's tent. At 9:00 the word came that he was ready to go. We wound our way over one-lane paths to the clinic--a large building in total darkness except for a candle burning in one office. The young man was carried out on a mattress and placed in the back of our pickup, along with his father who would be needed to care for him in the hospital. In the cab with us were Joseph and Douglas, a community member who knew the way and had the necessary paperwork to deliver to the hospital. At 9:30 we set off in the inky blackness of night on the road to Mpika.

We were breaking our rule about never driving at night in Zambia. Thankfully, the traffic was extremely light with none of the usual large trucks or wild animals on the road that make night driving a nail-biting, heart-pounding experience. Of course, that's easy for me to say since I slept most of the way, as did Joseph and Douglas. We pulled into Mpika at 11:00 and found the hospital. The patient and his father were unloaded, and we headed back for Mpeepo. I think David said we met a total of three cars on the hour and a half drive back to our campsite. We pulled in at 1 a.m. and then had to set up the camper tent again before collapsing into our sleeping bags.

To be continued . . .