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LearnServe Zambia 2010 leaves Zambia

 

Today, The LearnServe Zambia Group 1 left Zambia to return to the US.  Here are some thoughts they shared about their most memorable experiences on the trip:

“When we went back to Chikumbuso, my favorite kid, Micheck was there and we talked for a while.  A teacher walked by and called me his best friend.  This was memorable for me because it made me cry and I really don’t cry that often.”  - Tammy 

“The farewell at the Monze home visits and cooking Nshima at Chikumbuso.” – Domonique M.

“Second most memorable moment – The David Kuanda kids at the museum scavenger hunt!” -Ty’Ronn

“Florence from Chikumbuso – teaching me to crochet & giving me a gift when we left.” -Catherine

“Teaching the children at Monze the song “Amein, Amein” and singing it with them as we walked to the field.” -Emma

“Victoria Falls.” -Yasmine, Ayinde, Raissa, Domonique

“When we were leaving Monze, I was playing with a few little kids & showing them some hand gretings.  We weren’t talking but they were thrilled to learn the hand greetings.  And once they learned a new one they all wanted to do it with me over and over again.” -Grace

“Playing kickball with kids at Chikumbuso.” -Raissa

“I will also remember the day I walked into two homes in the Ngombe Compound (where Chikumbuso is) while being in Lusaka.  That moment changed me to see how most Zambians live having no electricity and no space to walk or eat.” -Eriel

-Alan
LSZ1 co-leader

 

 

Music, Art, and High School

As the LearnServe Zambia 2010 trip comes to an end we had the delight of sharing two days with students from the David Kaunda Technical High School. The  high school was established in 1934 and it is one of the oldest schools in Zambia. It is also a boarding school. David Kaunda Technical High School accepts students who have excelled in grades 7, 8, and 9. The school’s main purpose is to focus on natural sciences and engineering. Us Learn-Serve travelers got the opportunity to shadow a student from the high school.

The day was very fun for me! I was paired with a senior boy named Nelson. Nelson is an awesome guy and we immediately clicked! We both play basketball and volleyball and we are both pretty active in our school clubs. Nelson is the “Anti Drug” club leader and the vice president of the club “Careers”, but something that I loved was the we both listen to similar music. I love old school rap, rap with a purpose and rap that doesn’t talk about the same old things. I like rap such as Nas, A Tribe Called Quest, Common, Tupac, The Notorious B.I.G, NWA, Easy-E, The Roots, and my beloved Wu-Tang Clan. Nelson loves some of those artists but he mainly the music that is on the radio back in the states like Lil’ Wayne and Birdman. Lots of the kids also listened to similar music. In the morning, I walked into a classroom and on one of the walls I saw two signs of the Wu- Tang Clan! I was so happy to see that sign because I love the Wu-Tang Clan. That just shocked me because it just made me believe that music is universal and that is the one thing that can bond people together.
During the day, we visited classes and we took a tour. The campus was big and it has about 700 students attending. David Kaunda is just like any other school; there are many groups based on classes and popularity. There are a lot more boys than girls in the high school. The boys are the typical high school boys: they have that “wandering eye”, make fun of each other, and compete for attention. Nelson took me into a class with no teacher, the guys just stared, winked, and whistled at me.  It was a bit awkward and once they found out that I listened to good rap music they seemed to like me even more. In one classroom, the boys’ asked me all sorts of questions such as “What’s your favorite artists?”, “ What was your impression of Zambia before you came?”, and “How are the boys at your school and are they different from the boys here?”. They were funny and they sort of reminded me of my guy friends at school.
The next day we all met up at the Zambian National Museum. We went around the museum with our partners and I learned a lot about the history of Zambia. The art in the museum was absolutely beautiful – it was so amazing to see that people are very talented. This was not the first art museum that I’ve gone to but this is the first art museum that I appreciated. Going to the museum really made me appreciate art and people that create beautiful sculptures, drawings, and paintings. When I go back to the states, I think I might take a trip to the local museums of art and look at them again with a new-found respect . The David Kaunda school kids were great and saying by to them was quite sad, but luckily we are all going to keep in touch with things like Facebook and E-mail.

-Tammy

Experiencing a school like mine

 

Today I met a new friend from David Kaunda Technical High School. Her name was Nkandu. I experienced what it is was like to live and learn at David Kaunda Technical High School shadowing her every step. Nkandu and I have one similar thing in common: we both attend a boarding school.  This was awesome because we go through similar things. Getting to know her was wonderful. Nkandu is 15 years old and she is now in the 10th grade. Her mother died a year ago giving birth to her baby brother. She now lives with her dad and he supports her while going to David Kaunda. I went to one class with her today and toured around the school to see all the wonderful things she does while being away from home. She showed me her dorm room. It was different from my room at school. The rooms at David Kaunda did not look as comfortable as my school. For example the dorms at David Kaunda did not have desks, painted walls, tile floors, hot water in the showers,glass windows, and toilet paper.
I also met other students at the school. We did ice breakers together to get to know each other a little better. We played The human knot, “Never have I ever,” and The Trust Game. We also put on a show for the David Kaunda students and in return they gave us a performance. Many of the students have wonderful talents. The students did a great job singing, dancing, and acting.
Being at David Kaunda was wonderful. I would love to come back to this school one day. Being at this school showed me that education is very important and I should take advantage of it. The students at David Kaunda have to pay to go to a boarding school and I should appreciate going to a free boarding school because I have a free education. I’ve learned so much from the students at David Kaunda. I will take everything I’ve learned in because it meant so much to me.  They made me want to be a better person. I will miss David Kaunda and hope to return in the future..

-Eriel

 

“The Value of One’s Education”

Dear Reader,


Today we visited David Kaunda National Technology School.  It is a boarding school here in Lusaka, Zambia. I found this school really interesting because I attend a boarding school myself. I was partnered up with a student by the name of Bertha Chishumba. She is in grade 12 and she is finishing school in 3 months.  She has been at David Kaunda since she was in 10th grade. After David Kaunda, she wants to go to the University of Zambia and become an investment banker. She also wants to join the fashion industry. Bertha is a very smart individual and I was honored to be paired with her.

What I found very interesting is that she takes 8 classes a day, for 40 minutes. Her subjects include Math, English, Spanish, Technology, Chemistry, Physics, Biology, and History. At my school (The SEED Public Charter School) we only have 4 classes a day, but 7 subjects a year. Also, as a boarding school, David Kaunda allows their students to stay on campus on the weekends with parental consent. I find that very interesting since some of the students live very far from the school, just like Bertha, and they have the option of staying in a safe environment other than walking home.  

Another thing I noticed that completely blew my mind was that unlike SEED they do not have Life Skills Counselors (LSC’s) or Resident Assistant’s (RA’s) to watch over the students while they are in the dorms, but they have 1 student for each dorm who they call the “Head Boy/Girl” This student has an office.  When I went to see the dorms, the office was full of posters related to all of the different subjects. I was so amazed that these teenagers who are just like me have so much self control and respect for each other.
The students at David Kaunda had of different view on education and success. Education to them was more than coming to school everyday, but actually learning something even with the absence of a teacher. While walking through the campus, I stopped past a class with no teacher. The students were in their seats, quiet, working, with nothing but instructions on the chalkboard and a diagram. They went straight to work without a teacher being present for the entire class period. I know that in the past when my teacher has not been present and there is no substitute then no work is taking place. Today I learned that is no excuse for me not to do my work. Also after seeing this I realized that these students are motivated, pushed to develop their own study habits, and are striving to be the best in all of Zambia. As I said before the students at David Kaunda are very intelligent. For example, Bertha has read every book in the Twilight series – a series with a very complex plot – and is waiting for the new book. I was very impressed on how self motivated the students were.
I just can not believe that this journey must end so soon. In two more days I will be saying goodbye Zambia, and hello Mommy. I am really going to miss this place and all of the people in this group, both students and teachers. I will also miss all of the people I have met and all the youth I have interacted with,  or helped. It was so much fun while it lasted, and I will be back in a couple of years.
With much gratitude,
Ty’Ronn

 

Victoria Falls: Tears of frustration & joy

It’s not every day that one gets to see one of the seven wonders of the world! Today was one of those days for me- I got to see Victoria Falls. We started off hiking down to the bottom of the falls below to where a bridge crosses the divide in the mountains around from the falls. The hike took less than half an hour.  It was absolutely beautiful. The river current is very wild and the water-mist from the waterfall is thick. The LSZ group saw people bungee jumping and zip-lining from the bridge. We also witnessed a brave man deciding to kayak down the river. The headache for me came when hiking back up the mountain. I was determined to make it to the top as fast as I could, because from prior hiking experiences, I have gotten burnt out and tired rather quickly. Before I knew it, I was hyperventilating and crying. My chest was tight and my breaths became short and brief. I stopped to rest and get a drink of water. Ty’Ronn was kind enough to take me by the hand and he encouraged me to continue to the top.

I was frustrated by the time I got to the top, but grateful and relieved that I had made another feat. I was frustrated because I thought that by deciding to speed up my pace I wouldn’t get tired as quickly.  However, I wound up in the same situation I was trying to avoid. Next time I know to find a buddy who will stick with me and to take my time.  Regardless, I was grateful that I caught my breath, took a drink of water, and made it to the top.  And yet, the best was yet to come.
After the hike, we went to the top of the falls.  People were renting ponchos and little colorful plastic shoes with the holes in them. I did not rent a poncho, raincoat, or those silly looking shoes because I did not want to deduct anything from the full effect of the falls. And I did indeed get soaking wet! The downpour from the gigantic waterfall is so strong that water travels upward and creates a heavy mist which feels like a rain storm. The falls extend as far as the eyes can see. Between the beautiful scenery and the rain, I felt as if all my prior troubles were melting away. All of my problems did not matter. Another sigh of relief came and tears began to flow. Only this time, I was crying tears of joy!
-Yasmine

An Orchard in Monze

 

On our last full day in Monze, we spent our morning planting a garden for the Malambo School. We planted a total of 16 trees. Regardless of the type of tree, be it an orange, lemon, avocado or guava tree, the process was always the same. For each tree, we would start by digging a one meter deep hole. For me, this was the hardest to do. The soil in the ground was especially hard to dig through. And the shovels, hoes and picks that we were using were heavier than they appeared. Next, we would pour manure into the hole, mixing it with soil and grass. The grass would decompose, eventually becoming fertilizer for the plant. Finally, we would plant the tree and water it. The Malambo School gets is water from a small well located about three hundred feet from the school’s campus. Most of the water had to be transported in the two-liter water bottles that we had brought with us. Because each tree needed a total of 40 liters of water, this would have totaled to 280 trips to the well!
The morning would have been truly challenging had it not been for the many children and adults that came to help us. Creating that garden required some serious physical might, and I must admit that we would not have finished in time without the community’ s help. Apart from providing fresh fruits and vegetables for the school and the people who live near it, the trees can help strengthen the school community. As witnessed today, simply creating the garden required a community effort. Men and women alike wielding shovels and picks dug over a dozen holes. Children carried water back and forth between the garden and the well. Without a doubt, maintaining the garden will require as much if not more participation from the people of the community. However, the effort put in is directly related to the community’s benefit. The fruits will be sold by the school, thereby providing an alternate funding source for the school. As a result, the garden also provides for the community.

-Raissa

 

Cultural Cooking

 

After the school day was over Elizabeth told us that we were going to different homes to help prepare dinner.We were divided into groups of 2 or 3 and dropped off at various houses. My group consisted of Catherine, Dominique Leach, and me. We came to the house bearing gifts of thanks for this opportunity. We gave the family ground corn (which is a staple in their diet), tomatoes, a dishtowel, oil, a bowl, and peanuts. As soon as we got there we began to cook.

First, Catherine ground dried pumpkin leaves in a very large mortar and pestle. Febby, the woman that we were cooking with sifted the leaves to get the finest pieces and placed the rest into the mortar and pestle for more grinding. This continued for about three minutes and then we began to work on the peanuts. Dominique tried to grind the peanuts and when she started, Febby instantly began to laugh. Her family then came over and also began to laugh at Domique’s technique. They tried to give her verbal instructions but it didn’t work so I gave it a try. When I started, one of Febby’s sons told me to go fast, so I did. But, everyone just laughed. After a good 2 minutes of fast grinding, Febby told me that I’m supposed to go slow and pound hard.

Once the peanuts had been ground to perfection by Catherine, we boiled a little bit of water and stewed the peanuts and pumpkin leaves for 6-8 minutes. Once the stew/sauce was finished, we began the nshima ( is a cornmeal product and a staple food in Zambia). We boiled more water and then added the ground corn in small amounts. Once the mixture acquired the consistency of porridge, Dominique stirred the mixture in circles as it began to become more like mashed potatoes I took a turn stirring. As soon as I began to stir in circles all of Febby’s family began to laugh, again. Eventually someone showed me how to properly stir, the same motion as rowing a boat. Once the nshima was finished, we went into Febby’s home and ate our dinner. It was a wonderful experience to have a chance to see how to prepare Zambian food and to see what Febby’s family think of our cooking skills.

-Grace

 

The LearnServe Zambian Alphabet

Andrew and Amein, Amein

Bwangi, Baboon’s blood, and Brightone
Chiki-chiki Chikumbuso
Do what I do!”
Elelphants
Francis and Frisbee
Good googley moogley
Hips and Haggling
Idikina and “I am fine and how are you sir!”
Journaling
Kelly and Kwacha
Lemon trees and Lusaka
Mafia, Monze, and Mozbe
Nshima and Ngombe
Oh my Lord!”
Phillip and Plant a seed
Quilts
Reflections
Self evident, Seriously displeased, Suspicious trees, and Shooting stars
Team Supreme, Twister, and “TREE!”
Uncle Jesse
Victoria Falls
Wasps and World Bicycle Relief
Oxen chasing Ty’Ronn
Yelping at dogs and cats and chicks and grasshoppers and picking up a tarantula, by the way
Zambia

-Emma came up with this idea and typed it up. Everyone helped to come up with the phrases.

 

Lessons learned while teaching

Today was our last day at Malambo School. Though our interactions with the students were very limited, we slowly but surely started to form a bond with them. My first thoughts of the 7th grade were that they would be eager to learn and easy to get to know. My thoughts quickly changed as I realized that the students were shy. Even when we had called people up to tell us their names they spoke softly. At first, I thought that this would be a complication but there were certain students that made-up for others. There were three students that I remember most: Twaambo, Omeck, and Tyson.
Twaambo was the class clown but he also was one of the smartest in the class. Whenever we would ask a question he would be the first one to raise his hand. When we were asking the students questions about the story we read to them, Twaambo quick to raise his hand for every single answer.

Omeck was a quiet student, untill you got to know him. Omeck was very good at drawing. During our collage lesson Omeck’s work was both creative and interesting. I believe that Omeck was able to open up to us through his drawing. When I first saw his artwork on the board I started to talk to him about how amazing his work was for a kid his age. For that particular assignment he got the highest grade in his class for shading.

The smartest student in his class, would have to be Tyson. He would always help the other students with classwork. An example of this is when we were teaching the students about measurements, instead of staying in his seat once he was finished, Tyson helped the other students that were struggling. I found this a symbolic significant as it reflects on how the community as a whole helps each other out.
-Ayinde

Preparing for a Garden at the Monze Farm School

Today, June 30tht, LearnServe Zambia Group 1 heads to Monze, about 3 hours south of Lusaka, to visit and stay with a rural farm community.  The next four nights will be spent there and two nights after that will be spent at Livingstone, where Victoria Falls is located.  We won’t be blogging on our trip, as will have very if no internet access. We will however try to update Twitter – as the cell phone reception allows.

I watered the new fruits trees – mango and lemon – before helping with tonight’s cookout.  I bought a handmade axe from Mr. Banda, our night watchman.  The new trees were placed next to the ones purchased two days ago, four oranges and four avacados, and the new axe was placed next to the tools also bought two days ago – one pick ax, two shovels and three hoes.  Over the last two days we started buying tools, trees, seeds, and fence for a garden project at a rural school on a farm two and a half hours south of Lusaka.  

They need durable items.  Things that won’t break, or that when they break – like a hoe handle – can be replaced easily from local, inexpensive materials.  The trees and the seeds are to help supplement the student’s and teacher’s food supply as well as to produce items that can be sold to support the school.  Fruit trees can’t be bought in Monze.  Tools, like these, are expensive and must be shipped from Lusaka – at added cost.  All totaled, the cost of installing a garden of 20 feet by 40 feet exceeds the average annual income of nearly two people.  In addition to a new, fenced garden, each student will have a tree to give to the farm school.

We called Mr. Muwetwe, the schools’ head teacher, when we were back in the States to find out what they needed – a garden, lemon trees, and fence – and what they had – one and a half shovels and two broken hammers.  To get these items in Lusaka – too heavy to bring in our luggage – we relied upon our driver, Joseph, to help us find nurseries with fruit trees and pick out items at the hardware store downtown.  Unexpectedly, our night watchman, Mr. Banda, let me know he was a blacksmith and that he made axes.  When we left the States, we did not know how or where would get these supplies, but here, our mission to give back and help engage in sustainable development opened doors that we could not have opened by ourselves.  Joseph, our driver and a Lusaka resident, himself has gone back to plant trees in his village and understands what Monze needs.  Mr. Banda, watching us unload tools bought from the store, came to us and let us know what he could make.  Mr. Muwetwe, who we can’t always understand well on the phone, guided us to what his community needs.  A vision, a van, a driver, and some incomplete knowledge of what is needed is a powerful combination of elements – elements that alone are inadequate without local knowledge, input, and collaboration.

Things unfold here as they need to, often as they ought to.  Precise plans escape us.  Relationships carry us through.  Risking a conversation, accepting that we will engage in transactions where the exchange or price is unknown is necessary.  And somehow we get to the end we desire, we accomplish the task we set out achieve.  Understanding this – the need for local knowledge, input, and responsibility – is the key to understanding the success (or failure) of sustainable development.  Without it, we would be utterly unprepared to help bring the rights tools needed to build – but more importantly – let the community sustain its own garden.

Alan Hunt, Co-leader LSZ1
Alan is an agricultural policy consultant in Washington, DC.