Author Archives: Zags in Zambezi
A safe arrival in Lusaka
Dear parents, family and friends, The students and faculty of our Gonzaga team have safely arrived in Lusaka after a morning flight from Zambezi with our partners Flying Missions Zambia. They will do some final souvenir shopping and celebrating in … Continue reading
The Penultimate Post
As I write this on our group’s last full day in Zambezi, thoughts surge through my mind like bees being smoked out of a Zambia Gold beehive. There is so much going on, the education and computer groups graduate their … Continue reading
Remember to Look Up
As our hours in Zambezi are numbered and we embark on the ‘What now?” portion of our journey, I can’t help but be both haunted and empowered by a question posed during a night of stargazing from the water tower: … Continue reading
Don’t Look Up
The power has just come back on in the small, tidy eating area of the Simoonga’s household. Alexander, the father of the family and a man with an open smile, low voice, and small scar on his left cheek is … Continue reading
Hear Me Roar: Womanhood in Zambia
Paige Brunett. Catholic. White. Female. The other night during reflection, we were each asked to name what identifies us. Personally, being female has never been an identifier that I have been terribly aware of. Of course, I love shopping, reading … Continue reading
The Zambian Road Less Traveled
In his poem “The Road Not Taken,” legendary poet Robert Frost wrote, “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.” My road to Zambia started two … Continue reading
Living Full
I hear the yell down the hallway of our convent and home, “Dinner!” Eagerly, I make my way to our dining table and common room, where food, laughter, and deep reflection are shared simultaneously everyday. As I look at my … Continue reading
Life is Messy
Life is messy. In Zambia I have experienced this first-hand both literally and figuratively. I am reminded of life’s messiness each night when I try in vain to “Wet Wipe” my feet clean before getting into bed. (It never works.) … Continue reading
Through the Strings of a Guitar
Returning back to the chapel after a long walk to and from the Dipalata Mission Hospital, I geared up to teach my second computer class with Kyle and Nolan, to a group of forty eager individuals. For the members of … Continue reading
Life and Death with a Sunrise and Sunset
Departing for Africa, the experience of a lifetime, meant that I was leaving two 96-year-old grandmothers and my pregnant sister on bed rest. All very emotionally trying situations. Allowing myself to be worlds away from them, meant that I may … Continue reading