Author Archives: Zags in Zambezi

Early last week, our Gonzaga crew sat down together for lunch and quickly realized we were in for a treat. As lunch was set before us on our large table, a hefty bowl of caterpillars was placed towards the center. … Continue reading →

On the first day of classes, the business team and I eagerly walked into our Women in Leadership class to find not one student in attendance. With high hopes, yet slightly dimmer than the first, we anxiously awaited for our … Continue reading →

As I sit here on the green couch of the convent, the electric lights buzz while the rising sun sends its rays through the windows to deliver a welcome for the day. I listen to the chorus of roosters crowing, … Continue reading →

*Disclaimer: We are healthy. We don’t need a doctor. Read on to find out more. In the two weeks since we’ve left the States, I feel like we’ve settled in to our home here. Classes are underway, we still have managed … Continue reading →

Your daughter’s face is a small riot, her hands are a civil war, a refugee camp behind each ear, a body littered with ugly things. But God, doesn’t she wear the world well? -Warsan Shire, “Ugly” from teaching my mother … Continue reading →

As I walk up to the distorted metal gate, fine sand in my shoes, and the irregular cobblestone-like porch I step up to the creaky wooden door and open it. I walk in, there are the grey floors with the … Continue reading →

It’s nearly impossible to go through a day in Zambia without at some point being drawn into a dance circle. Usually it’s at least fifteen children eagerly clapping and pulling their favorite chindeles into the middle to perform a goofy … Continue reading →

On my first day in Zambezi, when I stepped off the tiny bush plane with three other students, we were greeted by a joyously singing mass of children. One of these children I was blessed to meet just a few … Continue reading →

The “Zambian Bug” is an illness that haunts Zags during their stay in Zambezi. History of past trips has shown that it will terrorize at least half our trip so I was well aware that my time would likely come; … Continue reading →

“Who can answer this question?” Steven’s hand shoots towards the tin roof like a chindele jumping from a cockroach scurrying across the convent’s dusty floor. He sits there, waiting for the verdict of the benevolent ruler of the classroom, Madame … Continue reading →