This morning was windy and cool as we piled into the red Munali School bus. Our goal for today was to help some Munali high schoolers (most of them we met on Saturday) learn how to create a basic PowerPoint presentation. The students filed in and sat in the white plastic lawn chairs. One of our teachers, Gabe Cronin, started things off by explaining what our project for the week was. SAAS students were to teach some PowerPoint basics and then eventually help the Munali student create a presentation comparing and contrasting certain topics in the U.S. and Zambia. For example, my topic was religion in school. At the end of the week, our presentations would be shared with each other for a mutual learning experience.
Today, I helped Mary, Stephen, and Nkole create simple PowerPoints about their favorite foods or school life. Their typing was slow and deliberate, but I was astonished at how quickly they remembered the steps that were shown on the example computer each small group had in front of them. After slowly finding the right tabs and buttons, the students I was overseeing quickly picked up the details I explained to them and learned many things about how to make a PowerPoint. After this, our individual discussions began about our topics for the week. I was also working with another SAAS student, Alisha, and in no time we were exchanging questions about the religious happenings in Zambia. We discovered that most of the population is Christian and that praying happens at school every morning. One of the largest differences between Zambia and the U.S., religion wise, is that some Zambians continue to practice old religious traditions while Americans seem to have none. An example for this type of old tradition in Zambia is the continued practice of what I’ve heard to be "bush magic" or worshiping other less known gods. However, no matter where our conversations led us today, I am positive all of us had a great time interacting and teaching these students. Their intelligence and maturity continues to amaze us all and we look forward to working with them for the next week.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
June 26th- Lydia
Today we went to meet the kids at Munali. We all bussed to the Zoo. On our bus, the first half of the bus ride was relatively quiet, just getting to know the people next to us. However, the second half of the bus ride was spend singing songs and getting to know everyone. When we got to the zoo we all went to a field where we all introduced ourselves. Then the Zambian kids wanted to perform some poems and songs which were lovely. We ended up playing many games, some of which were similar to duck duck goose, only with a scarf, and sharks and minnows. Next came the dancing. Someone had brought giant speakers and we had an excellent DJ. We all stood in a circle, and each one of us brought a little something to the dance floor. It was amazing how good all the Zambian kids were at dancing! The dancing was made even better by the little boy busting some moves with all the other kids. The little boy was probably better than any one of us.
We had a delicious lunch that consisted of potato salad, coleslaw, chicken, sausages, and oranges. They also kept us very refreshed with cold coke, fanta, and sprite. After lunch came the traditional Zambian dances, which were very interesting to watch. The girls came out and took turns moving their hips, and only their hips to some good music. Then came the boys, wearing potato sack skirt like things that were shredded, and also moving their hips. The zoo was the same one we went to with the 5th graders at Birdland, so we went through it quickly.
I think overall everyone had an excellent time. I have heard more than one people say that this was the best day yet.
We had a delicious lunch that consisted of potato salad, coleslaw, chicken, sausages, and oranges. They also kept us very refreshed with cold coke, fanta, and sprite. After lunch came the traditional Zambian dances, which were very interesting to watch. The girls came out and took turns moving their hips, and only their hips to some good music. Then came the boys, wearing potato sack skirt like things that were shredded, and also moving their hips. The zoo was the same one we went to with the 5th graders at Birdland, so we went through it quickly.
I think overall everyone had an excellent time. I have heard more than one people say that this was the best day yet.
June 24th- Stacia Cammarano
This morning, we Seattle Academy students visited the Mother of Mercy Hospice a few kilometers outside of Lusaka. The morning bus ride was relatively quiet because all of us were secretly a bit nervous to visit a place that housed and cared for many HIV positive patients. As soon as we got to the hospice, some of the anxiousness melted away. The head nun for the hospice brought us into her clean and cool work office just a building away from the dorm rooms for the patients. She explained the origins of the hospice and what they do for people. We discovered that Mother of Mercy houses patients who are mostly sick with HIV or AIDS and also distribute ARVs to not only the patients, but also to people in the community. After a quick tour, we split off into the male and female dorms to talk to some of the patients. Instead of finding dim rooms housing thin and waning patients, we were all pleased to find bright dorms filled with a few beds who held smiling and hopeful looking patients.
We talked with the men and women about their everyday life, their favorite foods, what books they like to read, and of course, who they wanted to win the World Cup. Later, we all agreed that the ongoing soccer games in South Africa were a lifesaver when I came to starting a conversation with a complete stranger. While I was at the hospice, I talked to Marjory who had been a patient for two months. While her English was limited, I found talking with her very pleasant. When I told her I had greatly enjoyed the nsima (a Zambia corn staple) I ate yesterday, her face broke out in a huge smile and nodded in agreement about how it fills up the stomach very quickly. Talking with a complete stranger is difficult for me already, but I knew my day was a success when Marjory was beaming at my simple topics of conversation.
We also visited the school associated with the hospice. Children would often visit their sick parents, but would continue to stop by even when their parents had passed on from the hospice. The nuns soon found a growing need to set up a learning place for these orphans or simply for the boys and girls nearby who were too poor to go to school. All in all, everyone found the school a bit shabby and in need of funds. However, the rooms were plastered with student posters and the children were so excited to talk with us!
The bus ride back into town was much louder than the ride in and the air was filled with stories of patients that had been met. We ate at a small mall area and we soon drove a little ways on Cairo Road to Saphique’s Fabric Shop. Upon entering the cement building, our eyes were dazzled by the thousands of cloths that greeted us from the walls, ceilings, and makeshift crates on the floor. The fabrics were bright and traditional, but we also found delicate and exquisite silks hanging all around us. For many minutes, all of us wandered around the shop in a complete daze. Where to start? How to start? How much to buy? All of these questions were spinning through minds and also said out loud to equally confused friends. After 45 minutes in this fabric heaven, everyone had picked out several meters of colorful fabrics. Some of them were picked for skirts of shirts in mind. Others were to be used for bags or pants. All of us were very pleased with our purchases!
We spent 1 hour at a nearby grocery store. In that time, the warm sun sank into the tree line and cast deep orange beams through the dusty windows of our bus. We were all happy to go home and recharge in preparation for our work at Birldland School the next day.
We talked with the men and women about their everyday life, their favorite foods, what books they like to read, and of course, who they wanted to win the World Cup. Later, we all agreed that the ongoing soccer games in South Africa were a lifesaver when I came to starting a conversation with a complete stranger. While I was at the hospice, I talked to Marjory who had been a patient for two months. While her English was limited, I found talking with her very pleasant. When I told her I had greatly enjoyed the nsima (a Zambia corn staple) I ate yesterday, her face broke out in a huge smile and nodded in agreement about how it fills up the stomach very quickly. Talking with a complete stranger is difficult for me already, but I knew my day was a success when Marjory was beaming at my simple topics of conversation.
We also visited the school associated with the hospice. Children would often visit their sick parents, but would continue to stop by even when their parents had passed on from the hospice. The nuns soon found a growing need to set up a learning place for these orphans or simply for the boys and girls nearby who were too poor to go to school. All in all, everyone found the school a bit shabby and in need of funds. However, the rooms were plastered with student posters and the children were so excited to talk with us!
The bus ride back into town was much louder than the ride in and the air was filled with stories of patients that had been met. We ate at a small mall area and we soon drove a little ways on Cairo Road to Saphique’s Fabric Shop. Upon entering the cement building, our eyes were dazzled by the thousands of cloths that greeted us from the walls, ceilings, and makeshift crates on the floor. The fabrics were bright and traditional, but we also found delicate and exquisite silks hanging all around us. For many minutes, all of us wandered around the shop in a complete daze. Where to start? How to start? How much to buy? All of these questions were spinning through minds and also said out loud to equally confused friends. After 45 minutes in this fabric heaven, everyone had picked out several meters of colorful fabrics. Some of them were picked for skirts of shirts in mind. Others were to be used for bags or pants. All of us were very pleased with our purchases!
We spent 1 hour at a nearby grocery store. In that time, the warm sun sank into the tree line and cast deep orange beams through the dusty windows of our bus. We were all happy to go home and recharge in preparation for our work at Birldland School the next day.
Friday, June 25, 2010
6.23.10 (Rylie DeGarmo)
Wednesday, June 23rd -
We visited the zoo in Lusaka with our buddies from Birdland during what was one of the most exciting days of the trip. The field trip gave us a chance to bond with the younger kids and sincerely get to know them. Among some of the animals we saw were lions, zebras, crocodiles, camels, tortoises, impalas, cheetahs, baboons, ostriches, warthogs, wild dogs and mongooses (mongeese?). The kids loved the animals, and most of them took very meticulous notes as our guide told us about each species that we saw.
I have found that the kids over here are much more mature than American kids. Not a single child has whined, cried, or shown any inkling of dissatisfaction the entire time that we have spent together. Despite the hardships that they face in their lives at home, these kids really seem happy. Even their education seems beyond their years. Be it the cursive handwriting and difficult math problems in their ratty notebooks or the advanced science courses for their age group, the level of responsibility that they have to assume is tremendous for their age.
We circled up during our lunch break and a few of the Birdland kids presented short snapshots of their lives at home. We learned that after school, kids can be expected to wash their uniforms, sweep their floors, and are not allowed to serve themselves food until after their parents (or guardians, as many children have lost their parents to illness) arrive home from work. Breakfast isn't always a guarantee, and neither is lunch, which is why Olive has arranged for the school to provide a meal at break. Some families are lucky to afford chicken once a year, so the staple of many childrens' diets is cabbage and nshima (thick, mushy, white maize-meal).
On the bus ride back from the zoo, I was sitting in between a group of kids that I had found a special connection with: Mercy, Sibongile, and Mwape. Sibongile was plaiting my hair while Mercy and I sang along to a song on the radio that we both knew, and Mwape was standing next to us and looking out the back window of the bus, but he was positioned in such a way that almost seemed protective as he intensly scanned the surrounding scene. In that moment - although it was simple - I felt a very strong emotional pull that almost brought me to tears. I have no idea why. It was as though I had momentarily come to terms with where I was, and although I found myself in a foreign situation that pushed me well beyond my comfort zone, through it I stumbled upon what was perhaps the most powerfully comforting situation of all: raw, common, bonding human interaction.
We visited the zoo in Lusaka with our buddies from Birdland during what was one of the most exciting days of the trip. The field trip gave us a chance to bond with the younger kids and sincerely get to know them. Among some of the animals we saw were lions, zebras, crocodiles, camels, tortoises, impalas, cheetahs, baboons, ostriches, warthogs, wild dogs and mongooses (mongeese?). The kids loved the animals, and most of them took very meticulous notes as our guide told us about each species that we saw.
I have found that the kids over here are much more mature than American kids. Not a single child has whined, cried, or shown any inkling of dissatisfaction the entire time that we have spent together. Despite the hardships that they face in their lives at home, these kids really seem happy. Even their education seems beyond their years. Be it the cursive handwriting and difficult math problems in their ratty notebooks or the advanced science courses for their age group, the level of responsibility that they have to assume is tremendous for their age.
We circled up during our lunch break and a few of the Birdland kids presented short snapshots of their lives at home. We learned that after school, kids can be expected to wash their uniforms, sweep their floors, and are not allowed to serve themselves food until after their parents (or guardians, as many children have lost their parents to illness) arrive home from work. Breakfast isn't always a guarantee, and neither is lunch, which is why Olive has arranged for the school to provide a meal at break. Some families are lucky to afford chicken once a year, so the staple of many childrens' diets is cabbage and nshima (thick, mushy, white maize-meal).
On the bus ride back from the zoo, I was sitting in between a group of kids that I had found a special connection with: Mercy, Sibongile, and Mwape. Sibongile was plaiting my hair while Mercy and I sang along to a song on the radio that we both knew, and Mwape was standing next to us and looking out the back window of the bus, but he was positioned in such a way that almost seemed protective as he intensly scanned the surrounding scene. In that moment - although it was simple - I felt a very strong emotional pull that almost brought me to tears. I have no idea why. It was as though I had momentarily come to terms with where I was, and although I found myself in a foreign situation that pushed me well beyond my comfort zone, through it I stumbled upon what was perhaps the most powerfully comforting situation of all: raw, common, bonding human interaction.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
19th-24th -Maddie Stein
All is well here in Zambia and we are all starting to adjust to the time change. We have gone to the Munali Girls and Boys Schools and have visited the Birdland school; were we will help out the most. Our latest adventure was meeting the 5th graders at Birdland and taking them to the zoo to learn about all of the different animals. On Friday we plan to help the kids research individual animals and create a book of all of the animals for the new library. We all got really close and got to know a bit about the culture that is over hear. For instance we learned that beating children is very common punishment in most households.
Thinking back the 2 or 3 days of travel (they all blur together) were exhausting and for me and a few others the longest we've ever gone with under three hours of sleep. We all realized at the end of the second 10 hour plane ride that it is quite difficult to sleep on planes no matter how tired you are.
Next week we are going on the safari so the blog wont be getting updated because we will have no internet. Also we have not figured out who has brought their camera connectors that will allow us to upload pictures but we will figure it out soon.
Going back to our Zambian adventures, we went to a super market/mall the first day back to buy groceries and basically to just try to stay awake. We are all settled at Pioneer Camp and are having a great time bonding as a group. Now most of us are huddled around the TV in the bar watching the world cup and sipping our coca colas.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Pre-trip Thoughts
-posted by Gabe
I've spent the past couple of weeks beginning to familiarize myself with Zambia through literature and film media. Melinda and Sonia have excellent suggestions, but the media have begun to impress upon me the enormous cultural gap we will face on this trip.
The film "T-Shirt Travels" traces the compelling stories of the clothes many Zambians wear. Only a tiny fraction of the clothes we donate to Good Will or other local agencies stay in the US. Some huge fraction goes overseas to places like Zambia, where entrepeneuring businessman buy bundles of used T-shirts, pants, coats, etc. and sell them in regional marketplaces for cash or trade. This film delves deeply into the economic woes faced by this country in massive debt to the World Bank, and the implications this debt has for even the most optimistic entrepeneurs, and the future of the country. When your options are limited to selling clothes produced outside your country, your future is not bright. In addition, when your country's commerce depends so much on outside industry, there is little chance for you to learn the skills which will be needed should our country ever pay off its debt. Sobering thoughts.
I've read two books centered on the Malawi/Zimbabwe/Zambia region. "The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind" is a very very uplifting story of a Mulawi resident whose experience with life threatening hunger inspires him to build a windmill in the hopes of powering a water well which could allow his family to raise their own crops, even in times of drought. The boy manifests persistence, ingenuity, and enormous faith in himself as he uses an old tractor fan, bambo, PVC drain pipe, and a host of other "junk" to run a dynamo attached to a bike wheel. A series of fortuitous happenstances occurs such that the windwheel is brought to the attention of some influential Africans, and the end result is that the boy climbed from obscurity to be recognized as a modern hero by most people who hear his story. The themes of science vs. culturally valued mysticism, of the value and also impediments to typical education, and just the hardships of life when your basic needs are not guaranteed are compelling. We live in a world where we struggle to deal with too much (too much stimulus, too much food, too much work to do), while he deals with a world of too little.
The second book is called "Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight". It is also compelling but very different as this book chronicles the childhood of a musunga, or white foreignor, living in Zimbabwe, Malawi, and Zambia. The backdrop of this girl's childhood includes numerous wars related to overthrow of colonial rule (typically British) and therefore race relations is a big issue. It was interesting to compare and contrast race relations before and after independence in Africa vs. the US. What would it have been like to be a British colonialist in the US after 1776? This is somewhat analogous to this girl's position, although her family really has nothing to do with the colonial government. Even so, the musunga live in a relative position of power (economically for sure) relative to the native Africans. They have servants, toilets, electrical power, and less of a danger of starvation, relative to the boy in the previous book. And yet life is still hard for these white Africans, who are subject to the whims of corrupt local governments, border officials, terrorists, the weather, etc.
I don't really know where i am going with all this, except to say that i think the cultural gap we will experience is going to be huge. I will be much more aware of economic conditions, both now, and prospects for the future. I will be aware of the differing status of whites and blacks, and our very different status from whites living in the country. The cultural gap will be draining, but i'm sure the intensity of bridging that gap will make interactions memorable for the rest of my life.
I've spent the past couple of weeks beginning to familiarize myself with Zambia through literature and film media. Melinda and Sonia have excellent suggestions, but the media have begun to impress upon me the enormous cultural gap we will face on this trip.
The film "T-Shirt Travels" traces the compelling stories of the clothes many Zambians wear. Only a tiny fraction of the clothes we donate to Good Will or other local agencies stay in the US. Some huge fraction goes overseas to places like Zambia, where entrepeneuring businessman buy bundles of used T-shirts, pants, coats, etc. and sell them in regional marketplaces for cash or trade. This film delves deeply into the economic woes faced by this country in massive debt to the World Bank, and the implications this debt has for even the most optimistic entrepeneurs, and the future of the country. When your options are limited to selling clothes produced outside your country, your future is not bright. In addition, when your country's commerce depends so much on outside industry, there is little chance for you to learn the skills which will be needed should our country ever pay off its debt. Sobering thoughts.
I've read two books centered on the Malawi/Zimbabwe/Zambia region. "The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind" is a very very uplifting story of a Mulawi resident whose experience with life threatening hunger inspires him to build a windmill in the hopes of powering a water well which could allow his family to raise their own crops, even in times of drought. The boy manifests persistence, ingenuity, and enormous faith in himself as he uses an old tractor fan, bambo, PVC drain pipe, and a host of other "junk" to run a dynamo attached to a bike wheel. A series of fortuitous happenstances occurs such that the windwheel is brought to the attention of some influential Africans, and the end result is that the boy climbed from obscurity to be recognized as a modern hero by most people who hear his story. The themes of science vs. culturally valued mysticism, of the value and also impediments to typical education, and just the hardships of life when your basic needs are not guaranteed are compelling. We live in a world where we struggle to deal with too much (too much stimulus, too much food, too much work to do), while he deals with a world of too little.
The second book is called "Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight". It is also compelling but very different as this book chronicles the childhood of a musunga, or white foreignor, living in Zimbabwe, Malawi, and Zambia. The backdrop of this girl's childhood includes numerous wars related to overthrow of colonial rule (typically British) and therefore race relations is a big issue. It was interesting to compare and contrast race relations before and after independence in Africa vs. the US. What would it have been like to be a British colonialist in the US after 1776? This is somewhat analogous to this girl's position, although her family really has nothing to do with the colonial government. Even so, the musunga live in a relative position of power (economically for sure) relative to the native Africans. They have servants, toilets, electrical power, and less of a danger of starvation, relative to the boy in the previous book. And yet life is still hard for these white Africans, who are subject to the whims of corrupt local governments, border officials, terrorists, the weather, etc.
I don't really know where i am going with all this, except to say that i think the cultural gap we will experience is going to be huge. I will be much more aware of economic conditions, both now, and prospects for the future. I will be aware of the differing status of whites and blacks, and our very different status from whites living in the country. The cultural gap will be draining, but i'm sure the intensity of bridging that gap will make interactions memorable for the rest of my life.
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