Gonzaga-in-Zambezi

Hello loyal fans of the blog! It doesn’t ease my nerves to know so many enthusiastic fans are reading my words with high expectations set by my fellow Chindeles. But as I sit among my Zam fam watching the Lion King on a rare night of having power, it seems like the perfect setting to reflect over my time in Zambezi. Watching this movie reminds me of home which leads me to think about the inevitable question upon my return “How was Zambia?” It will be difficult to do the experience justice because each day I feel growth and so many different emotions. Trying to capture the experience in a quick conversation would be impossible.

Life in Zambia is different in good ways and in bad. I came on this trip excited to experience the joy radiating from people’s faces as they talk about the children singing songs, the long walks, the sand, the oochi (honey), or the busy market. Although I have experienced this joy I also have struggled during my days here. After the first couple of days I had a difficult time adjusting. As someone who prides herself on adaptability, this shook me. I found the cold showers shocking, the market overwhelming, the children sweet but sometimes suffocating, the conversations awkward, everyone staring at me unnerving, and losing my grip on time disorienting. I understood that pushing myself out of my comfort zone was what made the experience beautiful but I never thought it would actually make me SO UNCOMFORTABLE.

On one of the first walks down the dusty path to watch the sunset, a boy stepped on the flipflop of a girl who was holding my hand and it snapped. I didn’t think anything of it at the time but the next day she showed up outside the convent with just a sock replacing her lost shoe. It was something that barely caught my eye but sticks with me. I think about this little girl each time a rock gets into my shoe, which happens often. Since that day I have noticed so many children who don’t have shoes at all and walk barefoot through the tough grass, rocks, and thorns.

One of the major shocks of the trip came with our visit alongside the Home Based Care workers. We traveled to visit six patients deep into the bush. A particular patient’s story broke my heart. She was HIV positive and had no husband to support her family. Her daughter, who came home to take care of her for a short while, was divorced by her husband for leaving him. The patient had a stroke and her whole left side was paralyzed. The family barely had enough nshima for one meal a day, even though the HIV medicine needs two meals a day to be effective. She was bone thin from hunger and her body was being ravaged by HIV. Yet, this family still met us with kindness and offered us their seats. I felt so helpless that I couldn’t breathe. All I was bringing her was broken Luvale and a smile and in that moment it wasn’t enough, she needed so much more. I barely moved out of sight before I broke down into tears of deep sorrow. It was then that I discovered Africa isn’t the magical land I had read about in books as a kid and there is more to this Zambezi journey than I had imagined.

We continued to travel to other patients and support groups and heard more and more of the problems that afflict Africa. Problems that I realized are much bigger than me. I started to lose hope. What could I really do for these people? Why was I here? What could I give? Doubt and sadness crept into my heart. I wanted to go home and shut out this place and not think about the problems and the despair. The harsh realities of the world were starting to change the way I saw the world for the negative.

As time went on, the struggle with adjustment lessened. The life in Zambezi that I have become accustomed to is so different than that of back home. I only know what time it is based off mealtimes, sunsets, and those darn chickens every morning. The dirt underneath my fingernails and toes, the simple choice of what to wear in the morning (chitange and shirt, repeat), shaking hands and greeting everyone I meet, the fact that we thought a mouse lived in our room and were oddly okay with it, the mob of children who run to greet us as we return home, the prisoners who walk around the market in their jumpsuits have all become routine aspects of our time here.

Father Noel, the priest of the parish that hosts us, said something in church yesterday that resonated with many of my Chindeles. He was giving us a farewell speech and as he sent us of, he said that Zambezi has shown us the good and the bad of the community, and that as life dictates, there are good and bad parts to everything. Experiencing the awkward, frustrating, heartbreaking, and confusing aspects of this community allowed me to understand and become a member of this it. Now that I had seen the most difficult aspects of people’s lives, I have been able to grow and use all the hardships and relationships to discover the immense goodness in this community.

This last week especially, I have time and time again been shown the immense beauty of the land and people. I see this beauty walking back from a support group in Mize, where I watched Mama Catherine as she held my hand when we crossed the river in rickety canoes and as she greeted and walked with everyone she met all the while making sure we were safe from motorbikes, oxen, or wrong turns. I see it when I sing outside with the kids who meet my enthusiasm until we are screaming and jumping around. I see it reflected in the growth of my Zam fam and how we respond to each other’s needs naturally, as if we had known each other since childhood. I see it in the music that shakes my soul and hips at church. I see it in Zambians who eat only one meal a day but still offer up food and time for their poorer neighbors. I see the beauty dancing with the Makishi in a circle of 300 Zambians. I soak in the beauty celebrating our soccer victory and chanting “we are GU” with so many kids I couldn’t see the outside of the circle. I see beauty in handshakes, sunsets, laughter, pats on the back, morning runs, star gazing on the airstrip, Jason and Lucy’s singing, holding babies, and watching myself become forever connected to my extended Zambezi family.

As Father Noel said, life is full of good and bad. Sometimes the bad in the world can shake you to your core and question the beauty. But life is fullest when you overcome the bad together and grow from it as fellow human beings. I started to feel connected to this community once I had seen both sides of their lives here, the despair and the beauty. This journey has not gone the way I would have expected it to and has by no means been easy. However, without these tough times I wouldn’t have been able to experience the radiating joy reflected on those who have taken this journey before me. So when you ask me “How was Zambia?” expect a lonnnnng answer.

Megan Newman, Class of 2015

PS I never get homesick but I have been so much on this trip. You all mean the world to me and I can’t wait for hugs at the airport and to visit 1005 Sinto.

PPS Dad, Mr. Jerry Jeremy Goat has left this life and will not be returning to the States. Mysteriously there was no body to bury.

Our time in Zambezi is too quickly coming to an end and I face the fact that only two full days here remain, a great deal of thoughts seep through my mind.  While attempting to live in the past and present as the people do here, I have noticed that recently it has become a great challenge.  I find my mind wandering to the future, to goodbyes, and to the adventures that are to come.  I have begun to recognize that the lists of “finals” have started to settle in here in Zambezi- our final mass at Our Lady Fatima, our final mound of nshima, our final leadership class, our final hug from our homestay parents, and our final lock of hands from a little friend.  However, this list of lasts also hold so many firsts; so many unforgettable relationships, so many memories, so many lessons, and so much love that has gripped my heart, similar to how the kids here grip our hands.  I take confidence knowing that each of us will never let go or be forgotten.

As I look back on the firsts, I ponder the journey we have so recently embarked and can not help but think of a vivid image of a Zambezi road. This road is dirt, often thick with sand, quite uneven, the occasional deep pothole, and full of people with intense desires to get to know each other and live loving lives.  Everyday, each of us travel these roads in one way or another- strolling to the market with one another, interlocking hands with a child as we walk to the sunset, or driving to Chinyingi or Chilenga to teach and to be taught.  Each travel holds a multitude of adventures and stories.  I quickly realized these roads are quite similar to our time here in Zambia.  They are different from the ones we have at home, at least at first glace, just as the cultures here are different from those in the United States.  But when it comes down to it, there are so many similarities, each holding a very comparable yet unique purpose.

On the Zambezi roads there are thick sand pits and uneven surfaces that while running in the morning or even walking to the market can be seen to some as a slight inconvenience.  To us, they are all part of our fantastic adventure and fail to slow us down.   Similarly, daily we each encounter small challenges. Lately for me, I have been pondering the questions that have arisen that do not appear to have simple answers.  Why don’t they use manure as fertilizer? How can we help as they wish? Are they learning as much from this experience as we are?   While this was quite challenging to accept at first and still pulls at my strings, I have come to learn that these are the questions that make me grow.  There is not always an easy solution but the challenges have been accepted, and I know all of us will continue to search for some sort of answer.  These questions have definitely made our minds wander, our journals full, and our conversations deep, allowing us to discover more about ourselves.

The potholes are the larger struggles we face.  Each of us have been confronted with diverse challenges.  Recently, I have been struggling with serious culture shock.  I would have assumed that this would have struck me when we arrived here in Zambezi about three weeks ago as opposed to just a couple days before our departure.  This culture shock has left me with an immense feeling of confusion.  I have felt the most mentally and physically uncomfortable in my life in the past couple days which leads to a longing for the most comfortable place and people I know- home with my friends and family.  With only a couple days left, I do not want to get lost in this feeling of confusion.  This would be quite difficult on my own, but I know I have my Zam Fam here to support and walk along side me.  Because we have each other, I know that overcoming obstacles is only a bump in the road and finding the beauty in each individual, continuing to form those loving, meaningful relationships, and truly being present is what will prevail.

And finally, on every road you travel in Zambezi, you will encounter loving, lively people.  These people have taught me the importance of taking time to get to know individual’s stories, to love with all I have, and to be intentional with every action.   The people are the most important aspect of the Zambian roads.  Sure there are obstacles, potholes and sandpits, but the Zambian people are those that help you through it, they tell the stories I will remember for years to come, they love with an open heart, and they have built such great relationships with us that I consider them family.  It is the relationships, the people, and the love that last lifetimes.

These Zambian roads now make up a very important part of the path of our lives, full of learning experiences and loving friendships.  While our time here is Zambezi is coming to a close, the roads are far from ending- they will be incorporated into our daily routine back in the United States. It is all part of our life journey.

To all those following our adventure, we love and miss you very much.  I know I speak for everyone when I say that the routine of reading the blog posts every morning at breakfast has become a wonderful part of our journey and something we all look forward to.  Thinking about you all!

Kisu Kisu Mwane

Hayley Medeiros, Class of 2015

P.S. Family and Friends! I love you guys so much.  I miss you like crazy and hope everything is going well at home, and for Taran in Chimfunshi.  I am thinking and praying about all of you all

A huge hello to all of our beloved friends and family back at home! It has seriously been so heartwarming and encouraging to read all of your comments over breakfast each morning. Over the past seventeen days, I have been anxiously awaiting my turn to post a blog for you all. In that time, I have seen, heard, and felt so much that it becomes difficult to truly articulate how incredible this experience has been. However, I can say with great ease that not only has it touched my heart, it has changed it for the better. As our time in Zambezi quickly comes to a close, I am struck by how prevalent the concept of time has been on my thoughts and actions since arriving. Similar to my anticipation over writing this blog, I have often found myself waiting for “big, planned events” throughout our stay. With so many awesome experiences to look forward to, it isn’t easy to refrain from counting down the days until that next exciting adventure.

As the first weekend here approached, I nervously prepared myself for the homestay visits. My anxiety over my first day of teaching at Chilenga weighed heavily on my mind for the better part of several days leading up to it. The privilege of getting to be Mama Kawatu’s assistant for a day, an experience we each take turns doing, left me eagerly hoping for the future. And of course, despite our reluctance to leave Zambezi, the trip to Livingstone has us all extremely excited.

With these few examples in mind, the realization of how constantly I have been waiting leaves me frustrated as I recall some insight Father Baraza provided during our prep class back at Gonzaga. In his attempt to prepare us for Africa’s foreign concept of time, he eloquently explained that unlike in America where we rely so heavily on the future, here there is really only past and present. This mindset dictates a genuine appreciation for the little moments that occur in between the big, planned events. I have now witnessed this lifestyle firsthand, and have been powerfully inspired to adopt the same mentality.

Although it is natural to be excited or nervous for the future, it is important not to let this distract you from the now. I have grown to stay mindful of the present and open my eyes and my heart to each passing moment, for each one too quickly becomes a part of the past. Looking back on my time in Zambezi, I realize these unplanned, “in between” moments have actually been those that I appreciate the most. These moments include my daily walks home from Chilenga with Michael, Lauren, and Lucy, talking with each other as we listen to the pitter-patter of children’s feet chasing after us in the sand repeatedly screaming “Chindeli! How are you?!” It is taking a break from preparing for tomorrow’s school day to step outside and stare in awe at the stars, which Megan describe as being “out of this world!” It is the humbling moment when 9^th grader Caleb walks three miles home with me just to have a Polaroid “snap” taken of the two of us. It is stopping to see Mama Catherine (see photo above) who, despite her busy schedule, always willingly takes time to happily greet and walk with me for a while. It is the sunsets, the bumpy Landrover rides, the taste of the bananas, and the warmth of complete strangers. These moments, along with so many more, are the ones that keep me grounded in the present, and that I appreciate the most.

This afternoon, our group was honored to host many of the Zambian community that we have each been so inspired by over for lunch. As we spent our morning preparing an authentically American meal of fajitas for our guests, I was warmed by the realization that these relationships we have built were not founded on big anticipated events, but rather a result of small moments that accumulated over the past seventeen days. It was a beautiful thing to be a part of as my fellow Chindeli and I ate with, talked with, laughed with, and even danced with these people who will forever have a mark on our hearts.

With only three full days remaining here in Zambezi, I am determined to let the past and present guide my actions as my adventure continues to unfold. I am so blessed by the experiences I have so far been exposed to, and will continue to soak in every last moment, making lifelong memories with my beloved Zam-fam along the way.

Thinking of you all & gwaku nzanga (I love you!)

Katie McCann, Class of 2015

P.S. So much love to my family and friends at home, I miss you all so much! Mommy, you have earned the title of MVP blog commenter, and Christian you are always in my thoughts! Hi to Ambs, Morg-kung-fu and Kirst as well, thanks for your regular postings J X’s and O’s!

Hello Mom, Dad, Stephen, Tayla and all parents, family members and friends who have continually supported us on this amazing journey! I just want to start out by saying happy late birthday to my father, the infamous Monte Marti. I am so sorry I was not there to celebrate with you but I am sure that you did it in all the right ways. I want you to know that on my slow and interesting trek to Solwezi, I was thinking about how much I love you and how happy I truly am to have such a positive and loving person in my life. Just thinking about you really does make me smile.

Today marks the 16^th day of our stay here in Zambezi. It also marks a day of rest and preparation for a very busy weekend ahead. Tonight we are going to a tribal coming of age ceremony involving music and some wild dancing by the Makishi (tribal dancers). On Saturday, we are having a special lunch. We are cooking for forty as each of us invites a member of the Zambezi community with whom we have built personal relationships as we’ve accompanied each other through these past weeks. It is our way of thanking them for all they have given us. I am excited to gather with my peers, who I have so greatly bonded with over these past few weeks, and to see those they have bonded with outside of the Gonzaga group.

This morning, we woke up to no electricity. For one who is teaching computer courses, losing electricity has become one of the most frustrating realities about life here. When the power is out, assuming that all computers are charged, we only have 7 working computers as opposed to the 9 we normally have. Additionally, we lose our projector greatly limiting our teaching methods. In one class alone, we have thirty plus students thus forcing us to put five students per computer. This presents us with great challenges for the majority of our students have never touched or even seen a computer and a good portion of them do not even have power in their own homes. Personally, this lack of electricity presents me with great frustration (not only in personal life but in classes as well).

Many of the struggles and frustrations that I have encountered during my time here in Zambezi have been causes by events and situations that are out of my control i.e. illness in Dipalata, ride to Solwezi and these constant power outages. In the past, I have had the opportunity to participate in service trips not only nationally but internationally as well. These trips helped me feel mentally prepared for the challenges I knew I would face. On these trips, I would build houses and other tangible things. This enabled me to easily see the progress and work that I was doing for the people I was trying to help. I always left patting myself on the back and feeling satisfied. I could easily capture what I was doing on camera and would return home and show people the work that I had done. Being present here in Zambia has presented my peers and I with a very different and harsher reality. The work that our group is doing here is not tangible in the same way as a house or a church. We spread education, build knowledge and try to empower the community to stand on their own two feet. This cannot be physically measured; it is not visible and most definitely cannot be captured by a camera. Our group constantly struggles questions the reality of what we are doing here and if it really making a difference and really changing this area for the better. Josh presented this question to our dinner guest Francis, a social worker who played a key role in the adoption of Josh’s daughter, Grace. He responded that our empathy, willingness to share knowledge and our mere presence of just being here matters.  We are in fact making a difference. It was settling to know that though we may not be building houses, churches, schools or anything as physical, we are in fact making an impact on this community. Though I may not have photos of tangible work that I have done on this trip I will remember the struggles, relationships and the amazing people I have encountered here in Zambia.

This makes me feel excited and empowered. I feel as if I am gaining more out of this experience by sharing knowledge and education than I have in my previous experiences. I am building deep and meaningful relationships with amazing people who are giving me so much more than I am giving them. I have come accustomed to the idea that material and physical things are not always necessary to help those in need. What is needed most is simply knowledge and empowerment. When a community is able to asses its own needs and implement its own projects, the outcome can have a greater impact on those being affected than if the help had come from other sources. This internal empowerment rallies the community and creates a better sense of independence and pride. Whether it is through the leadership, education, health or computer group, our hope is for those we teach to use the knowledge we have shared to better themselves, one another and the community long after our group leaves Zambezi.

Gotta go!

Shaun Marti, Class of 2015

Live for moments I’ll always remember, with the people I’ll never forget

Today we are so blessed. We started with an amazing breakfast topped with cinnamon toast and “frog in a hole” (fried egg in a slice of bread…. not to “jump“ to conclusions). We also celebrate the 20 years of life our Brother Conner has blessed and keeps on blessing the world with. The Zam Fam here can agree he’s an incredible boy—now MAN—and we love him very much. He left his teenage years in America and will be returning a full adult; hopefully gaining his right of passage by what will be his first sacrifice of a goat… (Sorry Mr. Newman, Megan won’t be bringing back Jerry—at least not in his natural, alive, or undigested meat form). Aside from Conner’s birthday, May 30th also marks Day 15 of our stay here, with only six more days in Zambezi. Our bucket lists start to build as we try to soak every last moment we have with our new family and home found here in Zambezi and within our Gonzaga group. This morning a song lingered in the heads of our Zam Fam, a song taught to us by Zambezi children on our first day. It is slowly gaining so much more meaning as each day passes:

“I want to linger, uh huh.
a little longer, uh huh.
I want to linger with you.”

At the same time however, this bittersweet reality of leaving in a week means we are closer to warm showers, the beach (for those who live near the ocean), and the comfort of being surrounded by loved ones. Although I don’t think anyone is counting down the days until we are back on American soil, we sure have been thinking a lot about how nice it would be to have a scoop of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream or to not worry about catching the Chindele Bug that has been going around. Thankfully, today marks the first day in a week in which everyone is healthy and doing well! We’ve been taking precautionary measure to eliminate the bug for good i.e. lots of bleach!!!!!!!!!!!

This yearning for what’s comfortable may have started during our Dipolata visit. I think I speak for the whole group when I say that at that point we had reached a period of major culture shock, past the honeymoon stage of new and exotic excitement. We have been feeling frustrated with our inability to enact or see immediate and sustainable solutions to local issues. We have been struggling to find energy and motivation to dance, sing, and say, “fine how are you” with the kids during our free time. We have also been struggling to ignore every single pair of eyes staring at us as we walk through the community, usually coupled with references of us being “Chindele!”. As I’ve learned in my Culture Psychology class with Professor Vinai, this is the period where a person new to a culture can develop major homesickness and potentially return to where they originated.

The culture shock really hit me on the drive back to Zambezi, and since then I’ve been in a slump struggling to ease my unrested heart. You see, not only was I frustrated with being out of OUR comfort zones, I was also frustrated that I was even feeling frustrated. I felt as though I needed to be present in the here and now. Yes, a warm shower would be nice after a Hanalei beach swim and shaved ice pit stop, however, while there, it would trouble me that those people who touched my heart just a few weeks ago, were still living their less than glamorous way of life. It is overwhelming and exhausting to feel that strength of guilt and unrest.

I try to overshadow those feelings with story book readings with John, time invested in the inspiring works of Mama Love and Sandu, or trying to create lifelong memories with my Zam Fam. Though the more I try to suppress the unrest, the stronger it hinders me from fully experiencing Zambia. It’s a frustrating thing to have, especially when we all come with the desire for this experience to be all positive and beyond incredible. I don’t think we anticipated any overbearing feelings of homesickness or the struggle not knowing the answer to the community’s problems.

I guess what I am trying to say is that behind the inspiring stories, the valuable lessons learned, and the smiles we exchange, there lies struggle and hardships that we tackle internally here in Zambia and, well, in all our lives back home. It’s these difficulties that we are so afraid of admitting, in fear that others may not understand and will overshadow the good this experience has to offer.

Western mindset influences us to push that which unsettles our heart to the back of the mind and then attempt to extract any positive lesson we can think of to reconcile the unease. We concentrate so much on the positives, that we become fearful to acknowledge our own weaknesses. Most times we don’t even know how to deal with it. The word “vulnerability” comes to mind, along with the stigma America puts on it. Vulnerability has become synonymous with weakness. But, as Brenne Brown says, out of vulnerability comes true strength. It takes real courage to acknowledge and sit with the hard stuff.

A brother of mine told me that it’s okay to have these troubling thoughts, essentially encouraging me to sit with it. I think the beauty in the brokenness comes when you find others to pick up your pieces for you, maybe not to fix it, but to just be those supportive hands that scoop you up when you feel so fragile.

I may have a hard time knowing I won’t hear words from a family member as blog comments are read every morning or the fact that I haven’t been home since January. But it is something beautiful to know that here I can find comfort in the faces of my brothers and sisters who reassure that the work of the leadership course is motivating them to build Zambezi up. I find it in the hand of John, a little boy who plays outside the convent and has stuck to my side literally since the first second I stepped foot on Zambezi soil. I hear it in the comments from friends I hold close to my heart (Mahalo Nui Loa Hikaru and Brady for your love). Most importantly I find it in the brother sleeping in the same room as me, or the brothers across the hall, and the sisters we share a bathroom with and the sisters across on the other end of the convent pillow talking. These people have become a part of my family, a part in the museum of my heart.

The strength in vulnerability comes from the courage to acknowledge the hard stuff, to sit with it, and to not allow it to hinder any other precious aspect of your life. The beauty comes when in that fragile state, there will be someone willing to receive you if you ask for it. No matter how broken a community or individual can feel, there is always someone pushing behind, leading in front, or right there sitting beside you, who is willing to just hold you in your brokenness and reassure you that it is okay not to be okay.

We have less than a week here, and I hope we can put our words into action:

“I want to linger, uh huh.
a little longer, uh huh.
I want to linger with you.”

Kisu Kisu Mwane,

Jason Iloreta

Class of ’14

Hikaru- I’m happy to tell you Teo fulfilled your birthday wishes for me… every single one of them.
Bread- I cannot wait to go to Zola’s with you!
Thank you both for filling my life with smiles and love. Returning it to you now in forms of sweet lullabies.. haha. I love you both!

Wow. What an incredible opportunity this trip has been so far. I’m sure my peers have grown tired of my constant asking “do you guys know where we are?!” as I continue to come to terms with this African experience. We’ve traveled around the world to meet and walk with entirely new people in a completely different culture. We have all had the opportunity of a lifetime thus far, and are even beginning to call Zambezi “home.” I can easily say many of us have struggled, grown, and maybe even changed in this incredible process. To top it all off, our group has grown incredibly close throughout this experience. It’s hard not to call all these amazing, inspirational, funny and awesome people my family.

Tuesday morning, a few of us (Hayley M, Delaney, Shaun, Garret and I) set off to accompany Josh as he dropped Susan and Erik off at the airport in Solwezi. (Don’t worry parents Mateo, Brittany and Raymond Reyes were holding down the fort in Zambezi.) We woke up early, and with the rising sun, began our 500km trek east across Zambia. We didn’t realize we were beginning one of the longest and most challenging journeys we had yet faced in Zambia. 25 minutes in, we ran into our first problem. The inner tube of the left rear tire popped, as Josh calmly and smoothly steered to the side of the road. Garret and I (mainly Garret) were able to change the tire within 20 minutes, and with laughter about our bad luck, we were off again. Three hours later, a spiking temperature gage and the sound of steam shooting from the radiator alerted us to our next problem. We pulled over, let it cool, and compiled our water from our Naglenes to fill up the drained radiator. We were off again. For about 15 minutes. The next time we pulled over (thanks to the help of a stranger and some deductive reasoning) we realized the problem. The belt that spins the fan to cool the radiator and charge the battery was gone. We were stranded next to one of the smallest villages I had seen yet (the beautiful Kamakuku), 2 hours outside of Solwezi, in the middle of nowhere. Josh was able to call ahead to friends we were planning to meet, asking for help. The said they would come, and the wait was on. It was hot, uncomfortable, and bug-filled. Things began to get a bit hopeless. Some of us began rationing our remaining cliff bars and water, in case of an overnight stay in the bush. It was decided that we would eat Garret first. However whenever I would stare at the dead Land Cruiser with dwindling hope, a positive remark from the group reminded me to enjoy the experience. After all, this is Africa. Thankfully, three and a half hours later, Father Sidney arrived. Sidney arrived with a fan belt, and his uncle, a mechanic, on the Bishop of Solweizi’s orders. We eventually got the car running, and it drove like new as we finished the journey with the setting sun. We dropped our bags, and hit the town looking for some good food. I don’t want to rub in the amenities of the trip to my friends who stayed back in Zambezi, but it involved pizza, and maybe even a hot shower.

I was told recently that there was “no hope for Africa”. I have to disagree. I have seen an immense amount of hope in my time here. I’ve seen it in my fellow “Chindeles” (white or western people) who came here to love, and see how they can help sustain and empower people. I’ve seen it in people like Sandu, who travels miles just to learn, grow, and positively impact his community through the leadership course. I’ve seen hope in clean mission hospitals, and in villages like Dipolata who have a mindset of sustainability. I’ve seen it in computer classes full of people eager to learn skills that can empower them and their community, and in our teachers who walk miles (past a library rising, thanks to Gonzaga) to teach young Zambians. In the health group who has crisscrossed the area educating community health workers, students and medical staff. I’ve seen it in the little warm hands that shoot from every direction when we leave the convent, and in the warm smiles and kindness that surround us in the Zambezi community. There is a lot to be hopeful for, but turning the hope we all have into a reality is going to be the struggle. Actually, it’s going to be a lot like our journey to Solwezi. Tires are going to be popped, fan belts blown, and we can feel a bit stranded and without hope. But, just as in our journey, that hope of arriving at reality will eventually come. With a positive mindset, friends willing to help, kind strangers, the realization and appreciation of the experience and journey, good old hope and maybe even a new fan belt, one day, we’ll all arrive. And who knows what awaits when we do.

Much love to my mom, dad and brother Chad, as well as all of our friends and family following this blog from home. Your warm and encouraging posts are something we all look forward to. Susan and Erik, fly safe. We already miss you.

Agape,

Conner House, Class of 2015

As our group comes to its halfway point, we find ourselves crafting deep relationships among not only the community here, but each other as well. Touching, heart-wrenching, beautiful relationships that will stick with us for the rest of our lives. These relationships bring not only the “honeymoon happiness” that we all have come to know so well, but also the empathetic pains that bring some tragedies to life for us.

Many of us struggle with the idea of what we have to offer the Zambian people. No “quick-fix” answers exist in most situations here, so how do we repair the brokenness? How can we touch the heart of Zambia? My far too short, over-simplified answer is love. As cliché as this answer may sound, hundreds of Zambian children peering into our eyes asking for us to spread some pure agápe love serves as a humbling reminder that no other answer gives complete justice to the situation. Asking for us to get at eye-level with them, even if just for an instant, to share one beautiful moment with eyes and hands locked showing that we care. Although hungry and thirsty, most Zambian people here understand our purpose: to serve and love in order to create self-sustaining, passionate change. We bring unmatched excitement to each project with our presence alone. The quote “your presence is the present” has never felt more real. With our students so amped on our work with them, it is our duty to make sure that our student’s needs are met, so that the passion that flows out of them is completely harnessed and translates into a full satisfaction of what they want—a true sign of a servant leader.

Today I had a revelation in a children’s storybook that Katie and I read to our class. “Something Beautiful” speaks of a little girl who struggles with finding something beautiful in her life. Her teacher defines beauty as “something that when you have it, your heart is happy.” All of her friends find beauty in the little things in life like their jump-roping, sharing meals, and dancing. As the girl continues her search for her something beautiful, her mother tells her with certainty that her something beautiful is the little girl herself. Reading this book to my class instilled a wonderful reminder of the amazing opportunity each of us has to be someone’s something beautiful. I love using the quote “there is only one happiness in this world: to love and be loved” in this society because to fill a heart with happiness is such a beautiful thing. We all have the capability of loving, and, that being said, we all have the ability to go and make someone’s heart happy. So I challenge everyone reading this to do one thing: be someone’s something beautiful. Love on someone and make sure to accept the love back.

To all those reading back home, you all have been something beautiful to each one of us. Our journey comes with great joy, but also great struggles. I feel that as long as we continue striving to be servant leaders and unconditional lovers, happiness will undoubtedly follow. Keep on loving, keep on being beautiful.

Anyway, loveyouallgottago. Kisu Kisu Mwane,
Michael Hobson

First, I want to open by saying that I hope everyone back in the States had a blessed and blissful weekend and that, while we are all on the adventure of our lives here in Africa, we miss and think about you all daily. Before I reflect back on our time the past couple days I want to present a quote that has been my personal anthem during every moment of triumph and struggle in life.

“Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson~

I came across this quote when I was walking aimlessly around my hometown TJ Maxx and stumbled into the aisle with all the cookbooks, stationary, and journals. A journal with a simple black cover and Emerson’s quote struck a chord and I knew that somehow his words would serve as a constant reminder throughout my journey not just in Africa, but in life. Little did I know then how pivotal Emerson’s words would soon become, for I have been slowly broken by this experience in Africa. Broken by the stories, struggles, feelings of hopelessness, privileges I had once taken for granted, and sometimes even the smiles. For some that was especially true these last couple days while in Dipalata. This rural village, about an hour away from Zambezi, tested much of our strengths, stomachs, and spirits. Many of us experienced a series of struggles that physically, mentally, and emotionally broke us and left us feeling disheartened and discouraged. From sleeping on concrete floors that consumed every ounce of heat our body produced to escaping a swarm of unanticipated bees, the experience proved unique however difficult. Yet, amidst all the brokenness we might be feeling, there is also fulfillment present to mend the cracks. In Dipalata, I felt immense fulfillment through the unmatched hospitality we received. To see these people so willing to offer up all they have for us, when in reality they may not have enough for themselves, melts my heart and soul. We now have a goat in our courtyard back in Zambezi to prove it! I was fulfilled by the melodic sounds of children laughing, community members singing, and relationships forming around the comforts of a Zambian bonfire. More than anything though, I am fulfilled by the tenor of Zambian spirits when faced with unfathomable adversity. Never have I seen so much joy in a person’s heart or gratefulness for everyday given than within the Zambian people. It makes Emerson’s anthem resonate that much more, as I internalize every sight, sound, and smell. A prime example of this joy and gratitude that comes into my mind is of a gentleman named Sandu, who lives in Dipalata and travels to Zambezi to take our leadership course. This man has aspirations of building his own orphanage in Dipalata and has already undertaken two orphans as his own. He travels back every weekend, and is always one of the first to arrive Monday morning at the start of class. Although Sandu must bike 30km in the sand for a few hours each way, he never ceases to smile and radiate positivity. Just a few hours ago I found out his bike was stolen because he let a friend borrow it to take their sick daughter to the hospital. The bike was taken in the short moments it took for the man to check his daughter into the hospital. If this were to have happened to me under the circumstances Sandu faces I know I would have felt defeated. However, Sandu smiled and just appreciated that he still had two legs to walk (even though the walk takes 6-8 hours). I find myself compelled to strive for making the most of myself because day in and day out I am overwhelmed at how easily this comes for many Zambians like Sandu.

While Dipalata may not have lived up to all the hype we had heard from previous years, the simultaneous feeling of brokenness and fulfillment left me with a strong sense of how I, Hanna Edens, can go about making the most of myself. I must accept and appreciate moments of vulnerability, continue to expose the raw pieces of my spirit, and know that with each day I am broken I have my family here in Zambezi to support me as I make my way to finding fulfillment. When Lucy, Ally, and I played Inside the Actors Studio the day before boarding the plane and Lucy asked me what my favorite word was, I had no idea the effect this word would play on my experience in Zambia. Yet, the word fulfillment has somehow managed to become tightly intertwined with my stories and reflections on Zambia thus far and led me to making the most of myself and each day presented.

Kisu kisu mwane,
Hanna Edens, Class of 2015

P.S. A quick shout out to my family: Mom, Dad, Sara, Leah, and Erica, I love and miss you guys. Give Doja a kiss and lots of lovin for me.

Hello friends and family! I know that I speak on behalf of the entire Zambezi 2013 group when I tell you that we miss you all very much and hope everything is going well at home.

Believe me when I say that leaving my loved ones at home and coming to Zambia was a challenge for me. This is coming from the girl that used to call her parents in the middle of the night to come and pick her up from slumber parties and who cried for a week straight at summer camp because she was so homesick. In addition, I was also the sole WSU Coug amongst a team of all Zags that I had met a grand total of two times prior to our departure. So what in the world was I doing on an airplane headed 12,000 miles from my home in Spokane, Washington? In all honesty, I was crying out of overwhelming fear.

One day, when I was having, for lack of a better term, a total and complete freak-out at home about going to Africa, my mother bestowed upon me probably some of the best advice I will ever receive. (P.S., this woman has a quote for everything, so this one must have been good). As I looked at her with fear and tears in my eyes, she calmly looked at me and said “Delaney, everything you want is on the other side of fear”.

This statement could not have been more true. I reflected over my life and thought of all of things I had been so terrified of, but had ended up drastically changing my life for the best: graduating high school, leaving my childhood home to go to college at Washington State, and falling in love. Now, it was time to go to Zambia. I thought about how I had wanted to go to Africa for service work ever since I could recall. I honestly can’t even remember the first time it crossed my mind. Other children wanted to be doctors, firefighters, or astronauts. I didn’t know what I wanted to do, just that I wanted to do it in Africa. So what was I so afraid of? Change, I suppose. Was this really what I wanted to do? If so, this was just the beginning.

During our first meal at the convent in Zambezi, I could not help but notice that the serving dished were decorated with poppies, which have long been my favorite flower. Poppies were first placed on the graves of fallen World War I soldiers and have come to represent the transition between death and new life. I like to think of them as a symbol of the end of life as a person knows it, one of the most powerful processes of change. As I spend more time in Zambezi, I begin to see and feel a significant change within myself and the way I perceive the world. I find myself asking questions and constantly contemplating the answers. What are the problems in Zambezi? What are the solutions? How can they be achieved? What is needed here? One of the wise women here, Mama Love, told the group that in order to create change, a person must ask himself/herself these questions: “What do you want to do? Where do you want to do it? Find the gaps. Mobilizing the community is the first step.”

I came to Zambezi planning to create change. How arrogant of me. As nearly half of the trip has passed, I have come to realize that it is in the hands of the Zambians to save Zambia. As the Gonzaga Zambezi 2013 Team, our job is to mobilize the Zambezi community, to set sparks in the minds of its citizens. I have heard that a true leader is not someone that people merely follow, but rather a person that inspires people to pursue and accomplish a task themselves. I believe that this, inspiration, is our task at hand. Over this next week and a half we must do everything in our power to help build leaders that will inspire their community to improve their community and create social change here in Zambezi.

Today, several other students and I were given the opportunity to visit an orphanage in Kabulamena called the Falconer Children’s Home. This orphanage was established by an English woman by the name of Lillian Falconer in the 1940s. When she passed away, the first orphans that she took in began to run the home in her place. As I looked around, and watched the children play in a tiny room pink room with a single nurse, it hit me. The needed change in Zambia must come from within. I began to see the future of Zambia in their tiny faces and hands and it was, put very simply, overwhelmingly powerful. I realized that it would not come from the Gonzaga Zambezi program or any other organization. Of course, as human beings, we are obligated to do what we can to assist and promote this change, but ultimately, it is up to the beautiful and ambitious minds that I have witnessed firsthand in the leadership classes and that I am sure other students have seen in their sectors.

This is what has truly inspired me here, the resilience of the people in the face of all conceivable forms of hardship. People so desire to change and improve their lives and the lives of those around them. It is this ambition that has the potential to change Zambia and life as the people here know it.

Well, goodbye for now everyone! We’re headed to a social and movie night! We are heading to a rural village named Dipalata for the weekend, so we will not be blogging until Sunday night. Love you family and friends!

Delaney Dorsey, Class of 2015

All aboard the Zambian Rollercoaster! Complete with huge drops, breath taking highs, and loop-de-loops that will make you wish you had an empty stomach. The Zambian Rollercoaster is the most accurate description of my first eight days in Zambia. It is in these past eight days where I have found some of the most fiercely inspiring stories and also the most heartbreaking. I’ve heard stories that have made me feel extremely frustrated and others that have completely empowered me. Many stories are frustrating because you cannot help people if they do not want to help themselves. Other stories inspire and demonstrate how much human beings are capable of even in what looks like the most hopeless situations. We have been living in Zambezi for Eight Days and it is through the power of these stories that I have grown more in these past eight days then in the last eight months.

One of the most frustrating stories I’ve heard thus far was today sitting with the Catholic Home Based Care Workers. Throughout this journey our Health Team has learned to be flexible with our lesson plans but today a curve ball was throw our way. We arrived to do a question and answer with the Home Based Care Workers but conversation quickly shifted into a cry for help. Although we clearly defined our relationship with the Home Based Care Workers they were asking for handouts from the Gonzaga Team. Our focus is not on gifts but on empowerment of the community by focusing on sustainable projects that push the people of Zambia to stand on their own two feet. This put our team in a very awkward and uncomfortable predicament. As Gonzaga students we came here to teach and accompany the people of Zambezi and it was frustrating hearing the struggles of the Home Health Care workers knowing that we had no means to give them the things they asked of us. Hearing the story of the Home Health Care Workers was one of the lows on the Zambian Roller-coaster, but as roller-coasters go after a huge drop comes a steady incline, but not before a loop-dee-loop gets thrown in the mix.

I was naive to think that my sensitive stomach could contend with the differences in food over here in Africa. As I put it yesterday to Mr. Kawatu “losing my breakfast” was my free pass for sitting in the passenger seat on the way home from Chinyingi. (Don’t worry mom, I could not have gotten sick with a more perfect group of people. I am surrounded by two registered nurses, three future doctors, and three future nurses, not to mention the rest of my Zam Fam who are constantly checking up on me and making sure I have a full water bottle and an even fuller heart.) As I rattled and bumped down the sandy savannah road riding shot gun, the African food was not the only thing that was turning like a cement truck in my stomach. The quote Mary Oliver’s quote “What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” has been a reoccurring theme that I have been struggling with during my time in Zambia.

The Zambian people have impressed me with their ability to share so openly the stories that have brought them to this moment. These stories have been painted some very clear pictures of different ways people choose to spend their one wild and precious life.

Tanis, now a personal hero of mine, is a nurse at Chitokoloki Hospital about an hour drive outside of Zambezi. Growing up in Manitoba, Canada, Tanis heard about Zambian nurse missionaries and knew from age twelve that is what she wanted to do with her life. After losing sight of her vision during her teenage years she graduated from nursing school and still felt that tug to come to Zambia. Right after graduating she booked a flight to Zambia to see if this tug was actually her path in life. During a Zambian church service a Bible verse from Isaiah leapt off the page. The verse was about helping God’s people and it was right then and there she knew Zambia was God’s plan for her life. She has been in Zambia 18 years now working as a nurse and has mastered every department from surgery to maternity. As a single woman, she has adopted two orphan Zambian girls who are now her world and lives a beautifully decorated modest home by the Zambezi River. It is through Tanis’s openness and willingness to share her passion with us that she allowed the Health Team and Dr. Josh to scrub in for a surgery in the operating room at the hospital. Not many people can say that the first hysterectomy they witnessed was in an African hospital, can they?

Boston, a Human Resource worker at the hospital, is another example of an individual making the most of his one wild and precious life. As Boston toured our group around Chitokoloki hospital we slowly realized that that there was much more to Boston then met they eye. Boston is an empowerer in his community, during his short five year stay at Chitokoloki hospital he has started a successful chicken coop providing protein to malnourished patients at the hospital. Boston also began a sewing room for women to make school uniforms creating a income for these women to help support their families. Both Boston and Tanis are people that use their gifts and talents to make an impact on the community around them.

My time here in Zambia has felt like the longest eight days, but it has flown by. Each day is absolutely nothing like the one before full of new faces and new stories. These eight days have challenged me to address the question in my own life, what will I, Allison Lynn Crha, do with my one wild and precious life?

We only have one life to live (contrary to what the Witch Doctor we met on Tuesday believes). One life full of as much laughing and loving on each other (as Connor House would say) as possible. Just one life. How will you spend your one wild and precious life? Will you be a Tanis or Boston empowering those around you to stand on their own two feet to make a change. Although I don’t have all the answers figured out just yet in my life, I do know that wherever I end up, I will be making the most out of my one wild and precious time here in Zambia.

Kisu Kisu Mwane *claps hands and pats heart*

Ally Crha, Class of 2015