Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Nearing the end of an afternoon we all gathered with Mr. Phiri, our gardener, to help plant the seeds for all sorts of yummy veggies in the beautiful garden he had just tilled and mounded. Finishing well into dusk with the night settling around us we hurried to water the beds. One part of me wants the rains to come soon so that the garden can grow but another part hopes they stay away for some time yet. I’m not ready for the constant mildewy smell of all our clothes, shoes and whatnot. After Lebo’s suggestion we decided to experiment using charcoal as a way to prevent too much water runoff. When it rains here it really pours. You don’t want to be caught outside in it that’s for sure. So Lebo’s picked up a theory that the charcoal will retain more moisture in the soil by absorbing the water. We put charcoal down with the manure only on the first mound. The mound next to it has the same plants growing but no charcoal. We’re expecting that the plants in the first mound will grow better but we’ll just have to wait and see.
Friday, December 17, 2010
"Enhancing Demoncracy and Good Governance through Effective Information and Knowledge Services"
Hosted by the Botswana Library Association, 6-9 December 2010 at University of Botswana, Block 252, Multi-Disciplinary Conference Centre, Gaborone, Botswana.
Attending this conference confirms for me how knowledgeable and articulate African librarians are about the needs, realities and potential for library and information services in Africa. Conference participants arrived from Uganda, Kenya, Tanzania, Malawi, Zimbabwe, Swaziland, South Africa, Lesotho, Namibia, Zambia,Botswana and several of us from the UK and the States. There were 400 + participants, all engaged in listening, discussing, reflecting on how libraries and information services support, enhance and contribute to democratic civil societies.
The conference keynote speakers, including the Minister of Sports, Culture and Youth for Botswana, address the following themes:
- Freedom of access to information, censorship to information, Internet monitoring and good governance and information privacy and confidentiality
- Libraries, democratization process and promotion of sustainable good governance in Africa
- Libraries, Human Rights, socia-economic, good governance and democracy
- Advocacy and smart partnerships between libraries and government in national development
- Learning organizations, democracy and good governance
- Information and Communication Technologies(ICT'S) and good governance
- Digital divide and achievement of democracy, E-government/e-government and libraries in Africa
- Universal access to information and disadvantaged groups
- Information literacy and democracy
- Local content, knowledge management/services, and good governance.
In addition to the very lively discussions following each presentation, there were a number of vendor booths to visit. A professor from the University of Iowa MLIS program exhibited his eGranary Digital Library. He and library science students copy Web sites and deliver them to intranet Web servers inside partner institutions in developing countries. By doing this, institutions with no or poor Internet connectivity are able to access resouces quickly and without incurring bandwidth costs. The eGranary Digital Library includes books, journals, video, audio and Web sites. The "internet in a box" costs $1,500 - making this a viable way to teach searching skills as well as providing students in many disciplines access to materials. I hope to do a presentation on the concept and technology to the LIS department - and if there is interest, start looking for funding...
There were many opportunities to socialize during tea breaks and the Cultural Evening. Participants looked forward with great eagerness to the Cultural Evening. Each country presents songs and dances from their local tradition and in several countries, traditions. There was a panel of judges drawn from the participants. The excitment and anticipation for the evening was high - throughout the hostels all week long I heard small groups practicing their songs. At the end of the evening, the Lesotho delegration handed over the trophy they had won at the last conference to the delegation from Swaziland amid much singing and ululation. The Zambian delegation received third place and are determined to win at the next conference in 2012 to be hosted by Kenya. The judges allowed a small interlude so that the 5 of us representing the U.K. and U.S. could present our rendition of "Abiyoyo", a story-song popularized in the U.S. by Pete Seeger. The story of a small boy and his father who save their village by destroying a monster that plagues the villagers by eating their crops and livestock, is based on folktales from many cultures in the Southern African region. A doctoral candidate at Syracuse University narrated, the U.K. participants became father and son and I, of no great dramatic ability, acted out the role of the monster. Conference participants knew the storyline, sang along on the chorus and gave us loud clapping amid much laughter as we left the stage.
There are many many conferences to attend. Librarians here are good at finding funding from NGO's and other sources. They are well educated and certainly current on issues facing libraries, information services, technologies, funding, and policy development.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
250,000 Kwacha will buy you….
The basic Nokia phone with flashlight
2pin500 and a 10minute walk will get you from our house to the arcades shopping mall in a blue and white van steamy with the bulk of 16 people, in about fifteen minutes
9pin is an hour at the Internet café if you use your own computer
11pin if you use their machine. From now on if the Internet café does not bring coffee to your table, it is not an Internet café, but more of an Internet hot spot.
3pin500 is a bottle of sparkling water SPAR brand
90pin will get you from Lusaka Intercity bus to Livingstone on the Mahzandu Family bus service, the nicest of the buses. You can also take the post bus for 70pin and it is faster and empty, but only runs twice a week when it has mail to deliver. We know this for next time.
30-40pin should get you from Arcades shopping mall in a registered cab at night to our house, provided you bargain well.
15pin is a movie ticket Mon-Thurs; it jumps to 30pin on the weekends
3pin500 will get Nora from our house to the Millennium, pronounced Merrenium bus station in town where she can then walk to the clinic for work.
2pin500 gets mom to UNZA (University of Zambia) and she has to scale the iron scaffolding/highway passover twice a day.
7pin gets you a liter of yogurt or 15pin when you need a Greek yogurt splurge.
40 minutes and at least three calf deep puddle crossings can bring Lebo and Bill to the Tiny Tim Farm if you get lucky and pick the road with the least flooding.
2hours in the boardroom at the Theological University College can upload four pictures and one video for the moowag blog page.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
The new house on an academic campus is also a guest house. Our neighbors are faculty, staff and students lecturing and studying theology, preparing for ministry in various churches. It is a term break so the campus is quiet with only faculty and their families in residence. There are several other families like ourselves - renting houses while working outside the university. Our new address where we can receive mail is:
Justo Mwale Theological University College
Plot 19, Munali Road, Chamba Valley
P.O. Box 310199
The photos can't tell all the stories taking place in these spaces but hopefully do give a glimpse of the places we consider home.
|Zebra Guest House - Bill and Mary|
|Zebra Guest House - Lebo and Nora|
|Justo Mwale DRC Guest House|
|with ripening mangoes at both front and back doors|
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
It can be hard to find a place to see the clouds or much of the sky, though. Trees and bushes grow everywhere. I don’t know the names of most, but recognize the flame trees from their brilliant flowers and the mangoes laden with still green fruit. The grounds of Justo Mwale Theological University College, where our house is, are a park-like campus, with much grass and many trees and bushes.
Lusaka is a city so there are many streets and roads. The main ones, like Great East Road, Church Road and Cairo Road, are four or six lane thoroughfares, sometimes with boulevards or dividers down the center. In some places, access or “slip” roads run along one side or another of the main road. Deep drainage ditches run beside nearly all streets (a clue to the volume of rain in the coming rainy season). Except in the very center of town or in front of shopping malls, dirt and gravel shoulders serve as sidewalks. Stoplights are rare; roundabouts are the rule for major intersections. Often they will have a statue or monument at the center, surrounded by well tended lawns and flower beds. There, are few street-name or directional signs but numerous billboards, some of them massive structures supported on steel posts 2 or 3 feet in diameter. Cell phone service providers, banks, car dealers and building supply companies dominate the ad space.
Traffic is dense, and crowds of pedestrians move up and down on the shoulders and sidewalks, dodging vehicles to cross the road. At intersections, women sit on the ground selling bananas, tomatoes, onions, rape and other fruits and vegetables. Shoe and bicycle repair men ply their trade at roadside benches and tables, and sewer cleaners sit at the ready beside their signature teepees of roto-rooter rods topped with rubber gloves. Vendors stroll through traffic jams, hawking newspapers, talk-time, hats, toys and other wares to passengers in buses and private vehicles. Women in yellow lab coats, stoop with their stubby brooms, sweeping trash from the medians and boulevards.
Side streets are generally less well maintained than the thoroughfares. Few are paved, and, if they are, the pavement often is crumbling along the edges. There are stretches where large trees line the street, providing welcome shade for pedestrians – everywhere people are walking. But the main feature of the landscape are the walls that line both sides of the road, except in the very poor compounds (townships). In the wealthy and middle class neighborhoods, people live behind 8-10 foot walls, generally of concrete block topped with glass shards or razor wire or electrified wire. Often they’re painted – white or green or pink – or decorated with patterns or stonework. Sometimes a line of shrubs runs in front. But, basically – aside from your fellow pedestrians – there’s not much to see as you walk down a street, just the road ahead, the sky above, trees and shrubs, the roofs of houses . . . and the walls. Each plot (lot) does have a gate, often staffed by a uniformed security guard, so if the gate is open, you can get a glimpse of what’s behind the walls. But the only place I found a good view of the neighborhood is from atop the pedestrian flyover that crosses the Great East Road by the University of Zambia campus. From there you can overlook some of the very nice houses, yards, gardens – even some swimming pools – that the walls conceal. You can also see the taller buildings in (down) town.
Many Lusaka drivers like to go very fast. This usually isn’t possible on the crowded main streets, but drivers make up for lost time on the side streets. Residential streets and some others are littered with large traffic bumps and potholes, but drivers often accelerate wildly between them, braking hard just before the next bump or crater. Walking and biking along the streets can be very hazardous, more particularly for those who are used to a right- as opposed to left-side driving system. I’ve lost count of times I’ve nearly or actually stepped in front of approaching vehicles, after looking left instead of right. Lebo gets very nervous walking with me. So far, I’ve only been nudged by a slow-moving mini bus. My constant mantra is, “Look BOTH ways: Right, left and Right again!”
Now that we’ve moved to Justo Mwale, we’re out on the edge of the city and the view isn’t so closed in. You pass a few farms and orchards and houses without surrounding walls. The dusty washboard gravel road heads downhill past the college, and, off in the distance, you can see a tree-covered line of hills. We are about 3 miles from the University of Lusaka main campus and 4 or 5 miles from Arcades Mall. The bus stop is about a mile from our house.
The campus itself is large and well maintained. It seems to be roughly three or four blocks square, surrounded by a concrete block wall. Two security guards staff the front gate, day and night and patrol the grounds at night. Most of the buildings are fairly new, particularly the classroom block and a conference center. A new church of modern design is under construction.
Our house, the DRC Guest House (DRC stands for Dutch Reformed Church, but Mrs. Kumwenda says it was actually paid for by U.S. Presbyterians), is maybe twenty years old, built of concrete block, with a tin roof, well-waxed concrete floors and lots of metal-framed windows that swing open and are fitted with burglar bars. There are screens on some of the windows, and loose-fitting ones on the doors, back and front. (We take the precaution of sleeping under mosquito nets, though many people say that malaria-bearing mosquitoes don't fly as high as Lusaka's 4,200 ft. elevation.)
The exterior of the house is dark gray stucco with white trim. We have two full-size bedrooms, two smaller rooms, a living room, kitchen and bathroom – all on one floor. The inside walls are smooth concrete painted yellow halfway up, then white. The cove moldings and fibreboard ceiling are also white. The ceilings in the kitchen and small adjoining room that Lebo has taken for her bedroom slope toward the rear of the house. In each room, high up on an outside wall are one or two small ventilation grates. Outside, to the left of the house (looking out) is a mango tree. Step out the front door onto a stone patio, and, to your right, under the living room window, you’ll see a flower bed crowed with tall, gloriously pink Impatiens. A tin-roofed stoep extends along the back, then bare dirt up to the neighbor’s wall. A wall also runs not far from the left side of the house, so we can’t see our neighbors behind or to the left. Happily, there are no walls out front or on the right so we can sit on the patio and look out on the grass and trees of the campus and the ever busy playground across the driveway.
Speaking of the neighbors, we’ve met a few (It’s so private here, compared with the guest house, where we were constantly interacting with staff and other guests). Behind and to the right, as you look at the house, are Dustin, an American Presbyterian minister and New Testament scholar, his wife Sherry and their two boys, recently arrived here from Cairo where he taught the past 5 years. Next door is Dr. Banda, the Academic Dean, and up the hill behind the conference center are Mennonite volunteers Jonathan and Cynthia and their two boys. Nice folks all. It’s the between-terms holiday, so students and their families and some faculty are gone. People say the campus is more lively when classes are in session.
So that’s a sketch of where we live. I’ve not said much about the people who are, of course, the main feature of this – or any – place. That would be a whole other entry. Suffice it for now to say there are lots of them, and that, by and large, they are young. I think something like half the population of Zambia is 15 years old or younger – but don’t quote me on that (a national census is just winding up and preliminary findings are expected to be published in the next few months.). Lusaka’s a big city, so people go about their own business and don’t greet everyone they pass, as seemed to be common in rural Lesotho when we lived there. But we do meet plenty of friendly people who will start up a conversation on the bus or in a shop or along the road. The owners and staff at Zebra Guest House were very welcoming and kind to us, and a few have already come to visit us at our new lodgings.
But let me conclude with the observation that, everywhere you look or go here, people are working: Digging deep ditches and holes in the intense heat, offloading cement sacks from trailer beds, tilling fields with mattocks, cracking rocks into gravel with hand mallets, cutting acres of grass with weed whips and electric mowers, washing clothes by hand, scrubbing and waxing floors, erecting iron, laying block and pushing hod in wheelbarrows, tiling roofs, pulling wire, plastering, painting, setting floor tile, repairing and washing vehicles, driving trucks, buses and taxis, selling fruit, vegetables and talk-time, caring for children, teaching . . . and everywhere, always sweeping, sweeping, sweeping.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
We left early Friday morning to catch the bus from town. After 6 hours we arrived at the Fawlty Towers hostel where we immediately partook in the free poolside pancakes. To our delight pancakes were served daily at 3 pm. Saturday morning saw us up bright and early for Mr. Bambang's micro flight above the falls. We all then took an hour and a half walk across the dry Zambezi riverbed with our guide Phineas. He took us right up to the edge of the falls at several different points. Dad made sure to always have a firm hand on a rock and good feet positioning just in case there were to be a great rush of water.
We saw birds and very aggressive baboons but no elephants. One baboon was so bold as to shove a sitting man after the man took his backpack away from the baboon. Mr. Bambang told us that in Indonesia, where he is from, the monkeys are so clever that they steal tourists' cameras and will only give them back when presented with food!
Other highlights from the weekend included the Livingstone museum where we spent all morning walking through history beginning with the Stone Age. A fascinating place with lots of information. Dad was surprisingly one of the first to finish but only after we left did he realize he missed the Natural History section and then we all understood his quickness. Lebo, Bambang and I went up the road to to the Capitol Limited Theater to see Social Network for 14,000 kwacha ($3). Too bad it was an illegal download with the Columbia Pictures watermark appearing every five minutes throughout. We are planning to go back in April after the rains that have started in the western part of the country reach Livingston so that we can see the mist and the roaring falls.
Tiny Tim and Friends: Pediatric Care
I found a place to volunteer this week! It's called Tiny Tim and Friends. Dr. Tim Meade started the organization six years ago in Lusaka in order to provide antiretroviral drugs to children and caregivers of children who are HIV+. On Tuesdays and Thursdays the staff hold clinic days in which the enrolled patients come for their monthly checkups. The rest of the week the staff go into the communities to either give workshops on health issues or to work in coordination with Grassroots Soccer to test children for HIV. I'm hoping to mostly work in the clinic but also get involved in the adherence counseling and workshops. I went on an outreach to a grade school were we tested 17 kids. They all tested negative which was great but we were disappointed because only 17 of the 86 children had gotten their parents/guardians to sign the permission slip allowing us to test them. Phoning and house visits will be the next steps to complete testing all these kids.
The clinic is in town so I take the bus in every morning. It takes about an hour and half due to the traffic. I went to lunch with the guys in the office one day and experienced the real Lusaka. When mom, dad, Lebo and I first visited town it didn't leave any lasting impressions - dusty, busy and dirty with not much to see. However with 5 Zambian men leading me to lunch in the city market I saw a whole different kind of town. We walked past the storefronts that I only initially saw into a maze of pathways where stall after stall showed women cooking inshima and chicken. As you walk by each stall you see white balls of cornmeal floating in boiling water and chicken frying in vats of oil. Then you look past the women tending to the pots into small little huts where men in business attire sit crammed in at little tables eating. One of the guys told me that this is where you come to have real nshima. I wonder where you would find fake nshima though.... Lunch was good although I don't think I will ever eat the okra again. Something about having to pick up a snotty mess of greens with sticky cornmeal was not appetizing. I think next week I'll eat with the women of the office and see what they do.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
November 23, 2010
President Kenneth Kaunda leading the audience in singing.
The Lubuto Library Project provides libraries as spaces for children to learn, read, do art and drama. There are now two sites within the city of Lusaka, Zambia. The first site, located at the Fountain of Hope orphanage in a neighborhood named Kamwala, began in 2007 and the second opened last week in Garden Compound.
The libraries consist of three buildings – an insakha or gathering space to sit, discuss, reach decisions affecting the community, a building for art and drama activities, and the largest building for the library collection of books for children and teens. The libraries are open to anyone in the community – child or adult – but have a special emphasis of services and activities for orphans and the street children who cannot afford to pay school fees and attend school. (50 % of the Zambian population is below the age of 15 and there are many many orphans as a result of HIV/AIDS).
The opening of the Garden Library was colorful and full of activity. The children prepared a drama on the life of Martin Luther King based on the book Martin’s Big Words. This was followed by a teens performing traditional dances. Later another drama explained why the tortoise has a hard shell complete with paper mache props.
Jane Kinney Meyers, director and founder of the Lubuto Library Project welcomed everyone, representatives from the Ministry of Education spoke as did the U.S. Ambassador. The President of the Zambia Library Association read a letter from Ellen Tice, President of IFLA and the chair of the Zambian Board for Books for Children read a story. The celebration culminated with Kenneth Kaunda, (see picture above) the first president of Zambia leading the children and guests in singing and then spoke of the importance of reading and education for the development of the country, Interrupted once by rain, the celebration lasted well into evening.
Many people came to the opening celebration including neighborhood children pictured below - those who will use the library and those who we hope will come with their mothers and sisters and brothers.
Building Lubuto Library in Garden Compound
Many workers built the Lubuto Library including cement workers, carpenters, plasterers and thatchers. I spent many hours watching the thatchers at work and tried to capture the process in the following photos (and learning much about what works and doesn't work when uploading/sizing/placing of images):
Lubuto Library buildings under construction.
Preparing the grasses and bundling them.
Delivering bundles of grasses to the thatcher.
Thatching the roof peak.
Library roof from the inside.
I plan to spend one day a week at the library telling stories, reading picture books, perhaps a middle grade book chapter by chapter and poetry to children and their care givers. And, of course, hope to hear stories and poems in exchange.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
It is summer. I know this because the sun is hot and the flowering trees and shrubs have burst into bloom everywhere. During my first week in Lusaka I saw several flamboyant or flame trees in bloom. I thought how lovely and what a shame to have missed seeing them at their height of flowering. I thought that like many flowering trees in MN, spring was the height of flowering trees and shrubs. Then, last week, all the flame trees burst into bloom – reds and oranges filling the spaces between green leaves. It is glorious to see. I especially like the way the branches are capped by the umbrella of leaves and flowers. Since the outburst of these trees, other varieties are starting to bloom as well including the golden yellow mimosa.
Settling in takes time. We are staying at the Zebra Guest House throughout October and November. We have a living room, bedroom and bath with veranda. Lebo and Nora are next door in a large bedroom with bath. We gather around our coffee table for meals which we cook in the kitchen and then carry to our space. The four cooks of the guest house are most gracious in accommodating us using their stoves, sinks, knives and pots and pans. We are starting to share recipes and learn from each other. The Kumwendas, our hosts, are very welcoming as is all the staff. In December we will move to a house on the campus of Justo Mwale Theological University and College. This house is twice the distance from the University of Zambia as the guest house but will have more room with a large kitchen/eating area.
The Library Studies program has 600 students at the diploma and BA level and started its first graduate class last year with 6 students. I will guest lecture in several courses, still to be determined and also help develop a curriculum for school teacher librarians. November is exam month and the end of the first term. The second term begins
Nyanja is the most common of the 72 languages spoken in Zambia so I am trying by all means to learn the greetings and simple sentences which allow me to meet people, take public transportation, and to shop at local markets. We have a tutor who is an adept and natural teacher. Today is Friday and it is now time to study for a lesson later this afternoon.
Musali bwino – stay well.
It all comes back to tomato chips for me. I saw them in the store, I crunched them in my mouth and I was back to being five again running around in front of our white house in Lesotho in my red and white checked uniform jumper. I found the chips once before, at the snack cart parked outside the MET in NY freshman year of college. I think I paid four times as much, and they were stale from transport. Here in Lusaka, they are all I could ask for. Since last Monday I have also snacked on roasted corn and Zambia’s version of fried dough, every country has one and here it is worthy of 10 cents.
We eat lots of yogurt, juice, fruit, crackers and cheese and then are more adventuresome for dinner. Last night we had a Brai (bbq) with some fellow guest house mates. We made steak and chicken and had veggies and chips and peanuts and watermelon and ice cream, topped off with some nicely chilled Mosi: “As mighty as the Mosi-oa-tunya”. That is the beer slogan in Indebele, one of the local languages, meaning “smoke that thunders” or in English, Victoria Falls.
Hoping to venture into town soon to go to the real market and get lots of fresh fruit and veggies, but transport is tricky here, especially as a newcomer. There are buses, but they run on what Wild calls a spoke and wheel system. So to go across town you take one bus into Town and then another one out of town in a different direction. Mostly people just walk places, no matter the distance, they start early and get there when they get there. For example to get to the new Library site, Nora and I walked about an hour to where we could catch a bus that reached the library in ten minutes. If we had continued walking it would have taken us another thirty on foot. There seem to be enough back roads that are less trafficked that would be bike friendly, but I am still getting used to
Adventure City- an oasis in the midst of dusty Lusaka
After breakfast the children were split up into groups of 6 and I struggled to learn the names with my very basic Nyanja. We then piled into two buses and drove to Adventure City. Some of the children had never been in a vehicle, so of course they wanted to stick their heads out of the window and any other limbs they could manage, to see what it was all about.
At the park we swam or at least splashed a lot since most of the children had never been swimming. There were numerous moments of panic when I realized how lax the safety was-no lifeguards or at least ones who were paying attention- many rocks which posed dangerous threats to anyone running and jumping, which was everyone and then 90+children who had never been swimming all in the water! It was madness! We all agreed afterwards how lucky we were that none of the children drowned or even got hurt. After lunch the kids put on a Nativity pageant for us complete with Angel Gabriel and the flock of sheep. The costumes were adorable but nowhere near as cute as the kids. Santa Claus then made an appearance and brought gifts for each child, mainly consisting of new clothing.
All in all it was a good day as it should be any time you make kids smile and laugh.
First I felt the heat. It surrounded and enveloped me. My nostrils and mouth warmed as I breathed, then my lungs: A penetrating heat. I felt sweat oozing from my feet, my socks growing damp, my whole body baking under my clothes.
Next, I was conscious of how almost everyone was black, or brown. Suddenly I was conscious of my pink complexion. I felt conspicuous and uncomfortable: No way to blend into the crowd.
Welcome to Zambia! It’s a lovely place. People are friendly, hospitable. There are brilliantly flowering trees and shrubs everywhere and, a month on, the heat feels more tolerable – or perhaps temps are cooling a bit as rain begins to fall occasionally.