Author Archives: Zags in Zambezi

May 18, 2018, 09:45 hours The bush plane we are in slowly begins to descend as we approach the Zambezi airstrip. I look over the metal roofs, tall green mango trees, and the golden brown sand that coats the Zambezi … Continue reading →

“May we never lose our wonder. Wide eyed and mystified, may we be just like a child.” – Hillsong United When I reflect on one of the many reasons I chose to come to Zambezi, I am reminded of my … Continue reading →

“Welcome Madam.” These are the words that greeted Maddie, Devon, Lexi and I every day in our English classes at Chilena. On Tuesday, we heard these words for the last time. We celebrated together in grade 8 and in grade … Continue reading →

In a small yellow room filled with benches and chairs, a group of Zags prepare a stack of certificates to pass out. They sit next to a messy stack of nametags and two plates stacked haphazardly with cookies. Today is … Continue reading →

As we enter into our final days in Zambezi, I am experiencing so many emotions. I am filled with mixed feelings of happiness, gratefulness, and sadness. These past two weeks have been amazing; however, my experiences here were nothing like … Continue reading →

It has been a privilege to feel discomfort in my privilege. I find this happens when I go to the market. Whenever there’s some free time in our busy schedules, a group of Zags usually find their way down to … Continue reading →

My time in Zambezi so far has been filled with teaching classes, canoe rides, 3+ hour masses, dancing, singing, and meeting amazing people. I knew my time here would be short, but I didn’t realize how quickly it would go … Continue reading →

  Each day in Zambezi has fallen into some sort of routine. We wake up for breakfast, read the last blog post and comments, run around to prepare for our first class, teach, eat lunch, teach, eat dinner, reflect, and … Continue reading →

“What time is it? What time is it?” This is the question I constantly asked myself before coming to Zambezi. It is as if time is the commodity that our lives function by.    Something I have come to admire … Continue reading →

Poorly duct-taped poster paper of past classroom lessons nearly cover the soft yellows walls of the convent where we hold our Business and Leadership class. As each student walks in, ranging from as young as 14 to as old as … Continue reading →