| X M.Y P.E.R.S.O.N.A.L J.O.U.R.N.E.Y . |
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| Firsts: During our first trip into Kitwe, we experienced what transport is really like in Zambia. We took a truck from our market to the local prison. In the bed of the truck, we had 11 adults, 1 toddler, 2 large bags of produce, 2 more of charcoal and a bike. Oh, it was a site to behold! That was the day we had to search to find an open internet cafe. We met at the bus station at 4:30 p.m., got on a bus and WAITED for it to fill up. We got dropped at the prison at 6:30 p.m. It was growing dark and there was no transport to our market, so we walked to our nearby training site and got a ride to the market. Then, I attempted to walk home in the dark without a flashlight. I followed my friend's instructions and went "straight up" to my house. Unfortunately, I missed an important bend in the road and found myself in the middle of nowhere. Thankfully, Zambians are extremely friendly and helpful. A young boy took me home to my host family. And, thus markes the first (and hopefully ONLY) time I got lost in Zambia. :) Prayer Request; The day I fell of my bike, I walked toward the nsaka (translation: open air classroom) hurt, frustrated and embarrassed. I was worried about my scrapes, my bike woes and my pride. When we were all seated, I heard news that changed all of that quickly. Heather, my friend and former roomate, had recently learned that her father passed away. She has decided to stay here in Zambia. I am impressed by her strength and maturity. I just ask that you keep her and her family in your thoughts and prayers. |
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