Author Archives: Zags in Zambezi

Now that this part of our journey is wrapping up, I am sad to note that this will be the last blog post for Gonzaga-in-Zambezi 2025. It feels like a lot of pressure, but I hope this does it justice! … Continue reading →

About a week ago, us ZamZags had the amazing opportunity to visit Chipego’s farm and help him transplant his cabbage and rape sprouts. Chipego, a man who attended classes last year and this year, has transformed the land outside his … Continue reading →

Wild Geese | Mary OliverYou do not have to be good.You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of your bodylove what it loves.Tell me about … Continue reading →

Hello, my name is Katendi Sengevu. I am Gonzaga’s cultural mentor and I live with the students. I help cook with the students and make sure students feel comfortable. I was born in Chingola in the Copperbelt Province. I came … Continue reading →

As I sit down to try and craft another beautifully written blog post to follow in the footsteps my fellow Zam Fam, I feel overwhelmed by the amount of stories, conversations and little moments interacting with the community of Zambezi … Continue reading →

Hi, all! We promised some alternative programming, so here’s a go at it. These Zags have experienced a variety of sensory moments during their time here. Sometimes we have unexpected visitors: But the most consistent is the music from our … Continue reading →

It’s time for Jeff and James to write the blog, so buckle up as we dish the dirt on ZamFam ’25. But first, a poem: _______________________ Your children are not your children.
     They are the sons and daughters of Life’s … Continue reading →

I prepared for this trip by downloading five movies prior to this trip, but only two stayed, one of those being the Secret Life of Walter Mitty. If you haven’t seen the film, I could probably recite it for you … Continue reading →

From a young age, I have always craved a sense of control. Hiding in my comfort zone was the easiest way to do this, as it was familiar and reliable. While I have grown increasingly aware of how this pattern limits … Continue reading →

I have been fortunate to spend my mornings shadowing and learning from the doctors and nurses at the Zambezi District Hospital. The first day I spent in the hospital, I was overcome with emotions: feeling like an imposter, waves of … Continue reading →