Posted on February 28, 2014
A photograph of subsistence farmers, and my friends, in Mwinilunga district, Northwestern Province, Zambia. They hand cultivated the entire field you see behind them. It was a 25km bike ride to get there, it is impassible by vehicle. They will collect the corn and take it back 25km to sell it on the roadside.
Posted on October 31, 2012
Every night I have dinner at the Malichi’s house. They are teachers and the husband is ingenious at rigging up a whole house by solar. We watch tv during hot season because there is enough sunshine to watch at least a one hour or two hours of a tv show each day through their satellite dish. They tend to be Mexican or Venezuelan soap operas dubbed into English. When the power runs out we use our solar lanterns to sit around and talk and last Friday I chose to take some pictures with the lanterns.
Posted on April 26, 2011
While this message comes a few weeks overdue, I am finally living and an alien resident in Zambia. In fact only two days remain for me in my provincial capital before I am taken to my village: Samuteba, Mwinilunga district, Northwestern Province, Zambia.
It is daunting, after so much training and traveling. I know I’m prepared for the time commitment, even if it has been a long time since I spent a consecutive two years in one place. I think what makes me nervous is standing on the verge of what will be my future home and work and I feel like I know so little about it. I feel like the picture below during staging in Philadelphia, just overwhelmed.
We’ve spent eleven weeks in training, specifically in the education system of Zambia and in the Lunda language, which is primarily spoken in the area I will be living in. Our training actually took place in Chongwe district and only a handful of people there spoken any Lunda at all. Most of our training involved living with a host family who taught us our language, about taking care of ourselves in a Zambian household. A lot of time was spent playing with kids, drinking with friends and doing whatever other random things came about.
I visited my site once before, below are some photos from the few days I spent there. When I arrived nearly 150 children and villagers surrounded the Peace Corps truck to welcome me to my new home. I was overwhelmed and feeling totally undeserving of all the kindness of the villagers, children and teachers. I think this time around it will be a lot more quiet and I’ll have more chances to meet with people in my community than the short five days I had prior.
The view from my window before the part of sunrise where there is sun . . . My area is always swept up in a deep fog in the early mornings.
Lastly my favorite photo of Lusaka, a city that is large and bustling but lacking a lot of charm, only in my opinion.