Awaken Zambia Fundraising Dinner!

September 9th, 2007

Zambia Dinner Website

Join us for an amazing evening exploring food, wine, and art.

WHAT:

Two prix-fixe five course menus with wine pairing avaible, followed by live art and a silent auction.

WHEN:

Sunday, September 16th, 2007
Three seatings- 5:00pm, 7:00pm, 9:00pm

WHERE:

Koda
3719 Sunset Boulevard, Silverlake, CA 90026 map

Reservations and prepayment required. Email zambiadinner@gmail.com for reservations and payment instruction (google checkout, cash, or check).

COST:

Dinner is $50/person.
Dinner and wine pairing is $70/person.

Gratuity is not included, valet parking is available.

cockroaches in the car.

August 19th, 2007

Yeah, I bet that got your attention. I’m not lying either. The car wouldn’t start this morning on the way to church. We ended up borrowing a car from someone for the rest of the day, because we had to get to another wedding this afternoon also. On our drive over, I thought I felt something crawl across my feet, but shook it off. A bit later, mama Hildha and sista Carol start talking in Nyanja. She soon translates, “There are cockroaches in this car!” I just laugh as I type this, cause I’ve never even heard of such a thing. I mean apartments or houses are one thing. I had them in my house throughout college. But, a car?! REally? Oh yes, really. On the way home the three of us girls were in the back seat and I saw one crawling up the window by Hildha’s head. In the front seat, Bishop and a Reverend were sitting and talking. So with due respect, we had to be quiet. Hildha took the phone that was in her hand and squashed it! The three of us are laughing and squirming in our seats. Then she topped it off by wiping it on the seat. The team who knows these people will get a nice laugh out of this probably. Bishop could tell something was going on and wanted to know. We gave him a look of, ‘we’ll tell you later, promise’.    : )

So anyways, we are back at the house tonight and I’m able to email from home, thanks to Chad Lauterbach setting it up on this computer. We attended a second wedding of the weekend today. This one was much nicer. There are some really cool traditions of African weddings here. The whole wedding party will prepare a dance and are very active. Its awesome!! The bride and groom were really happy today, which was nice to see in comparison to yesterday’s couple… they looked terrified.  So tomorrow is my last full day in Africa. I will be meeting Esnart at 10 hours to go shopping. I have 400,000 kwacha to spend on supplies for the Avilla Children’s Orphanage and Shuko Community School. They are both great projects that I’ve spent time getting to know more about. The money will buy notebooks for the students to write their lessons in and plastic plates, cups, spoons, and a pot or two for cooking with thier feeding program. Really looking forward to doing this for them. Its all in thanks to Jonathan from the second Mosaic team leaving this money with me that he collected from his colleagues. THANK YOU!!!!!!!!

um bale wonga, Anton…. the family sends a big hello. Were happy to hear you were cooking for friends. Hildha said, ‘no problema!’ Du is always saying how much he misses you boys and how your ‘hangin like bros’ day will always be with him. He is so emotional sometimes.  : )

I must say, I’m trying not to think of it too much, but I’m sure gonna miss each of these family members. NINE children in this house. I’ve gotten to know things about each of them and I freakin love them. As I type, the 3 young boys are in the kitchen washing the dinner dishes and joking with each other, laughing loudly. A smile crosses my face when I hear it. Its really nice that they take care of each other and really are brothers.

Some food I’ve had for the first time since in Africa: kapenta (small dried fish with eyes), Village chicken, chicken liver, neck, carcass area. African ‘pork’, full fish baked on bone with head and eyes, NO mbewa (mouse), Terrance the cow that we went to the bush to kill, watched the process of a goat die, but we weren’t offered any meat from that, although I would have tried it. Liver from a cow (I think). That is what I can think of now. Its been interesting to say the least.

 I brought chocolate bars home tonight for the family. They were so excited to get some of it. We had a great feast of splitting it up. The kids were really happy. Its kinda too expensive here for them to buy, so its considered a good treat when they get it.

Now, I’m just talking jibberish, so I’m going to get ready for bed. Back in the states on Wednesday.

faith, love, light

jb

The Hospital. Part III.

August 18th, 2007

13 August 2007, Lusaka:

A pastor of one of BIGOCA churches was in a bus accident a few days ago. Aba was left injured with a broken arm and lost his left pointer finger. A large sore covers his hand and he lays in pain but smiles somehow manage to cover his face. As walking into this place, I see a man hunched over in a wheelchair that you would have found in Hollywood on the side of a road for free. Sickness fills the air. I can feel it entering my lungs, but turning around is never an option. People just fill the rooms on jenky hospital beds like in WWII medical tents or something. A man lies in bed, skin and bone. They call this place the killing hospital. There are no drugs, no bandages, no IV, nothing. The beds barely have a clean sheet on them it seems.

15 August 2007, Lusaka:

6:30 a.m., the sun has risen and we arrive at the Ministry of Health Hospital in Lusaka, which is a government run hospital. Early risers, wives, and friends come to tend to the patients within. As we are heading toward the entrance, I hear loud wails from a small group of people to my left. I ask Tim what that is all about. He says its probably family members who have just lost a loved one. We continue through to an ‘emergency room’ and a long corridor. Nurses are far and few between. Elevators don’t seem to be used, except for the transport of patients. Pale blue and mint green checkered tiles cover the floors. It reminds me of a movie set from the 1930s. A man sits on the bench with his head wrapped and traces of blood seeping through. We visit three people that Bishop knew today. My eyes take in the patients around me. Some are swarmed with support of family and friends. Others lay there, alone and looks of hopelessness on their faces. One man brushes the teeth of his friend that lays in bed covered with pink polka dot bedding. The man two beds down from Abusa Aba is alone with white scraps of fabric typing his wrists to the bed frame. I see him struggiling and fighting the pain from post-surgery. Remember, there are NO drugs, NO bandages, NOTHING provided here. The family is held responsible in providing anything necessary. Being a gov’t hospital, its hard for most to get the money with the low income. A horrible cycle. Even the blankets are provided by community. Abusa Aba greeted us this morning and I was able to see the true damage to his hand from the accident.

The top of his hand is left exposed to an open wound. The skin is removed, cut up, and swolen. The pointer finger has been poorly amputated in surgury. A few blue thread stitches hold it all together. The finger looks like it could have been removed by a swiss army knife out in the bush. The scarring will be great and a challenge to re-train his hand. His wife stays here at the house because they are from the Eastern Province. She and I had much conversation last night. She told me her children and husband are musical. Aba plays guitars and he was concerned of how he would continue. I thought it was cool how she immediately re-affirmed him that he would still play. He would just have to re-train his fingers. After the first visit, I came home and gathered gauze, tape, advil, and a few other things in my suitcase to send over. Not much, but it seemed to help. Wails of pain and suffereing are heards again from around the corner. Its really hard to ignore.

My eyes keep returning to the man who clentches his wrists against the fabric the holds him down to the bed. Clearly, he is in great pain. Again, NO IV, No pain killers, NOTHING. I began praying for him immediately. I must have been zoned out because my outward silence was broken by the Bishop asking, “ARe you alright?”

Shortly after, we moved downstairs to see a man who waited to have his appendix removed. Absolute weakness and hoplessness swept over his face. He was laying there for awhile and it seemed that he had received very little medical attention. For that matter, I’m not sure I saw anyone truly receiving doctor or nurse care. Giving the benefit of the doubt, it could have just been at the wrong time of day. The wives and family members did much of the work. I did see a group of 8 young medical students that stood in crisp white jackets around one bed. Not much seemed to be happening. I was surely checking them out, as they did the same with me. I was probably the only muzungu in the hospital.

I turned around as my eyes continued to wander and see the bedsheet behind me filled with circles of dry blood. The patient was missing. As we left the same area, this older man lay very ill in bed. A few people came around his bedside. As I glanced closer, I saw a fresh pile of blood soaking the sheet at his side. I didn’t want to stare too long. But I was reminded that in America, the nurses would be right over to tend to him and get it cleaned up. It would be hours before this man sees another doctor probably. But again, I’m only assuming.

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18? August 2007: (today)

Today, I attended my first African wedding. We are now heading to the reception. It was pretty cool. They shout and dance their way to the front of the church. I’m not able to go through and really proof this entry, so I apologize now for any mistakes. I know they aren’t full stories, but I just wanted to give you ideas of what has been happening here. There is one more wedding tomorrow that we are to attend too. I’m able to take photos at both. Um… So what else? Oh, and on top of weddings, there was a funeral that Bishop went to this morning for a 25 year old girl. Its just crazy how life comes and goes here. I met with the head nurse of the Ministry of Health today too. We spoke of her personal project that she has started in one of the neighborhoods. I will write more of that later. She was very pleasant to spend time with.

Ok, off to the reception.

p.s. Ade, I really miss you. See you next week. : ) xoxo

faith, love, light

jb.

Life in Zambia is like… (Part II)

August 17th, 2007

I figured I would give a little insight of what life has looked like for me on the day to day basis here in Zambia. They will be random notes, but I think you will get the picture a little clearer.

* At Bishop’s house, there is NO running water. The pumps won’t reach their house right now. There is a man named David who is Congolise (from the Congo) who delivers it 2x/day. The young boys will also take a wheel barrel down the hill with 4-5 buckets and fill it at a tap, roll it back up over bumpy rocks and pathways 1-2x day. I was up early with them today, following them and taking pictures of their journey. I am very fond of Collins (14yrs.) and Junior (11yrs.). Today, there is a large blue drum that they roll down and fill too. Rolling it back up is quite hard for them, but they manage. With me following with a camera, the local kids thought it was cool and wanted to join in. So they got some extra hands today, although I think from Collins stand point, it made is harder to work efficiently.

* Like I mentioned, all clothing is hand washed in a bucket outside. Laundry is done every day in this household so it doesn’t pile up. I did my own laundry this week and once again, they gathered around and got a good laugh. I started with putting in the two small packets of ‘travel Tide’ that Ade brought me. There were no suds made from that. It was just Collins and I sitting there at that point and he looks over questioning me, “Have you applied soap?” in his African accent. I giggled and said yes. Then mama Hildha came out to see and said “no, no, no, you need real soap!” They came back with the Zambian staple laundry soap, poured it in, and my bucket was filled with suds! I think they enjoyed seeing the Muzungu doing their typical daily tasks. Bishop took a ’snap’ of me. : )

* With no running water, there is no real flushing of the toilets. If going #1, you just leave it until it really needs to be flushed. If going #2, you go outside to the big blue drum, fill a bucket with water, take it in the house, and fill the back of the toilet with water to flush. Can most of you even imagine having to do that in the States every time? Ha!

* Enseema or ‘Sheema’ is their staple food here that is made from refined corn. They eat it with almost every meal. Its also eaten with your hands. Well, actually, your right hand. You are culturally only suppose to use your right hand when eating. I’ve come to really like it and will miss it back in the States.

* I watched Zekyas kill 2 chickens the other morning in the back yard. Held down their feet, slit their throat and cut off their head. In the kitchen they went for cleaning, plucking, and cutting up for the pot. I took photos and helped gut one of them. It was gross, but really cool. A biology project! ha. We ate them that night. Yummie.

* Many Zambians have developed very tough feet from lack of shoes. They walk on stones and tough surfaces without a flinch.

* In 5 weeks of being here, I’ve only seen THREE people smoking. Its not common at all here. I’m sure its mainly to do with availability and lack of money. But its been interesting not to see it in this culture.

* The idea of ‘dating’ is unusual here. Courtship until proposal of marriage can be a very short time period. A dowry is still practiced. It can be given with cows, goats, or money. Typically 4-8 cows seems to be average. I’ve gotten a TON of crap about having a ‘boyfriend’ and not being married or engaged. I have to explain to them the cultural differences, but its still hard for them to understand.

* Even in the bush, the people still manage to have cell phones!! Thanks to Celtel, the local provider, they own this country. It greatly reflects the way of life here though. You don’t buy a monthly plan, you buy talk time. Therefore, it is like the day to day living and struggles they face as a nation.

* Even in total poverty, I’ve never seen people so devoted in their faith as Africans. They are surely a Christian nation and depend on the power of God to get them through it.

* Zambians are some of the kindest and welcoming people I’ve ever met.

* The government doesn’t seem to provide well for their people. There seems to be a certain amount of control they carry in authority when they keep the people at a poverty level. Remember, there is a difference between poverty and being poor. This is poverty.

* Education is held at great value and greatly desired by the youth. They really just seek an opportunity.

Okay, that will give you a bit of an idea of what is going on here. Du is waiting for me and my hands are pretty tired. I have one more entry on what has been happening at the hospital with Abusa Aba. (Pastor Aba) I may go have lunch with Du first though, cause I know he is quite hungry.

This will keep ya tied over for now, hopefully.

Mom and Deana, thanks for checking in on Sadie. Glad to hear she is okay. Simon is now with Emily. So I think all is probably well with him too. Melissa will have her contact info if you need it.

Annie, thanks for being so dedicated to keeping up with this journal. Its been really encouraging to hear your words of praise. I love you Furners’!

Ok, wow. I can’t believe its almost over. I really look forward to processing the 75-100 rolls of film I’ve taken. Its gonna be awesome.

Mr. and Mrs. Koehler (Angie and Jim): If you haven’t heard yet, Ade is home safely. But, being the good son he is, I’m sure he has already let you know.
: )

Signing off… love from Lusaka.

jesseb.

I will not go home the way I came. Part I.

August 17th, 2007

4 days left in Africa.

The following is excerpts from my journal entries…

13 august 2007:  A series of events yesterday left my heart swolen, my eyes fighting back tears and a sense of being alone. We left Eureka Farms at 7 a.m., headed to Manda Hill, swapped people, luggage, and said our goodbyes. Ade and I had to say goodbye at this time as well. The rest of the team were flying to London for day, then back to the states. A big long hug, and he was off. I miss him already as I spend my last week in Lusaka ‘alone’.

There is a sense of relief inside knowing that life here will be experienced from a much more ‘real’ point of view without being accompanied by a team. (Although I love each of you and our time together!!) I was torn between wanting to be here solo and wanting to return with the team. Either way, I do wish Ade was able to stay with me and experience all of this. Just a 24 hour change has opened my eyes to new things. (for better understanding, follow up on the hospital entry that is to come)

Bishop Peter met up with us at Manda Hill, where he met Kim McManus (Pastor Erwin’s wife at Mosaic), Mariah (their daughter), and Rachel Soto. He brought us to the Children’s Village property to see the progress of construction, the graveyards to get a sense of the number of needless deaths, BIGOCA Church, and their home for tea. It was such a wonderful connection to set for the future on both ends. I was really happy they were able to meet. Then it was off to the airport where they flew separate from the London crew and departed for Bali to meet with Erwin and another team.

Side note for Journalism Team: The foundation that they were making bricks on while we were there has taken life!! The walls have been built up to my waist and its looking GREAT! You would be so happy to see. I took some snaps, will show you later.    : )

…We got to the parking lot, about to leave the airport and reality set in. Tears were forcing themselves to fill my eyes. Bishop noticed and said, “You do that tonight.” It was a moment for sure. I nodded in agreement, knowing he was right. Reality of the strength of the women here continues to amaze me. I thought I was a tough cookie, but nothing compared to these gals.

14 August 2007: This morning I saw the young boys (Collins, Zekyas, and Junior) washing their cloths by hand outside in a bucket. Very few places have washing machines. Its all done by hand here. In this family, they are responsible for washing their own cloths. Its been really cool to see the culture of parenting, responsibility, and survival here. They are SO different from American children. By the end of today, its been pretty emotional for me. I’m fighting the tears. Bitter sweet realities. I really love it here with this family. Its one thing if this is the life you were born into and its all you know. But coming from a rich country like ours, its really hard to imagine the reality of this day to day for your life. So many of us really don’t understand how good we have it.

15 August 2007: Small blue and white buses cover the city of Lusaka as means of local transportation. They will pack 14-18 people per load at the cost of k1,500-k2,000 per ride. Approximately .50 cents in America. A young man acts as the hustler calling out to locals of their destination and urging them to get on their bus so they can make money. Tandi, who is Bishop and Hildha’s oldest daughter, brought me to Town Center with her today. Good bonding time for the girls. We were on a mission for some kitchen appliances for someone staying at the house. People on the streets were getting a good look at me and wondering why in the world I was here. I’m internally laughing the whole time. They get a big kick out of it when I throw out some Nyanja that I’ve learned. They will usually treat me a bit different after that, because of trying to speak their language.

Side note: Jenn, if you read this…. we were watching the television the other night and one of the men who wrote in complaint of your column was on interviewing another man! Bishop pointed him out to me. I’m glad you are realizing the truth about what was said now. I hope you are doing well back home with your family.

Side note: ‘Anton’, when we just got to the Arcades now, Du pointed out to me, “Hey, there is that singer, Danny!” Thought of you and figured you would like to hear that I saw him. : )  OH, and yesterday I ate Kapenta for the first time!!

For those of you who don’t know, kapenta is small dried fish. They are flat, almost like french onion chip thingys. But the eyes and all are fully there still!! Many people eat them here. We’ve had an ongoing joke that we don’t like kapenta at all. But I figured since I was saying that, I better be truthful and try it at least once before I left. I got home from shopping yesterday and Hildha had prepared it for me for lunch. They were all watching me as I ate it and wondering what I thought. I put a sarcastic smile on and said, ‘bwino!’ (good). They just laughed. Tandi leaned over and said, “You are just eating it for the sake of eating, aren’t you?” I can’t lie, she was right. But, at least I tried it.

I am loving my thought process of knowing and believing that this isn’t my last time here.

I’m going to post more, but separate it into groupings of topic. So this will probably be the first of three.

Lastly, I just got back from the Immigration office. There was complications with my Visa and it expired today. But, my flight isn’t for four more days. To make a long story short, Bishop was able to help me get a temporary extension without having to pay a fee. I was so relieved with this, because they were wanting k1,000,000 for it. (Approx. $250) So, that is all settled and my flight has been confirmed for next Tuesday.

More to come…. get some popcorn, its gonna get better.

faith, love, light

jb

AHHHHH!Quick.

August 15th, 2007

Ok, this is the shortest one ever. I have only a short time at the internet cafe today and I had to spend most of it doing financial check ups through email, etc.

But…. I have SO MUCH TO TELL YOU!!!!

I am here in Lusaka again, now alone, with a family. The teams have departed and I live like a true Zambian. Its pretty amazing. I’m loving it for sure, but have began to feel homesick.

We have been to the hospital the last couple of days tending to a Pastor who was in a car accident recently. He has a broken arm and lost a finger. The situation is unreal. I have made many notes in my journal so I won’t forget to share them with you. But unfortunately, I can’t do it now. For it would take me surely another 30 minutes to do and I have a friend waiting for me as I type.

So… just know that I’m thinking of you all very much. I love you!

Also, jana banana: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!!!!!  Sorry I didnt’ say it sooner.

Ade threw me a surprise party here, it was awesome. Mr. and Mrs. Koehler…. He is headed back to the states now and will surely call upon arrival. He got a huge hug before he left. Look forward to catching up with you more when I return. I will give a ring.

Mama, so sorry we were cut yesterday on the phone. I ran out of talk time. But it was so nice to hear your voice, if only for a few minutes. Miss you!! Please tell Justin I said the same and send my love to the family.

Ok, all for now. Really must go.

Faith, love, light

jesseb

back from Livingstone, now in Kabwe

August 10th, 2007

Hi family and friends!

After that three day trip to Livingstone, we have returned to Kabwe. It was such a fun trip! If you’ve never heard of Victoria Falls before, its worth looking up. Called one of the 7 natural wonders of the world. We only got to see a fraction of the waterfall from the Zambia border. It divides between here and Zimbabwe. But we didn’t go to that side….. you can see much more from there, or so I’ve heard. But still, the fraction of what our eyes saw was pretty large and beautiful. Rainbows covered the falls everywhere you looked.

We also went to a game park where we found wild elephants, baboons, giraffes, warhogs, etc… That was really cool. I finally felt like I was truly in Africa at that moment. We also went to the gorge where you can do a zip line across, free fall down a cliff and gorge swing across, or absail (repelling down rocks face down). In the sake of time and a really BAD keyboard, just know that it was a ton of fun and I will post things when back in the states.

Ok, so today the women’s team started their three day conference. The rest of the team came down to the town center to serve the Moyer family and the things the church is involved in. The ladies (including myself) cleaned and totally reorganized a bookstore they started. It was awesome to do that for them. It will hopefully bring in more business for them and keep the doors open. Some other team members did painting, construction, etc of classrooms and such. Good day of splitting up and serving their teams here.

I have to go, our ride is coming……

Ok,

Snap III

August 6th, 2007

Here are some photos I thought those of you reading this blog may like to see to get more of a feel for the country…
our team looking good on a Sunday
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Children from the Avila orphanage
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Jenn showing boys and girls pics of her family
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Jess in action
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Future “Breath of Heaven” site with one house completed
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Men taking a break eating Nshima. They’re the ones working at the site.
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Carrie, Jenn, Shannon
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Me and Irene, one of the girls I wanted to keep with me
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A little boy from Matero peeking out at me from a garden fence
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Handing out Soya in the village
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a large grave site we visited
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Queen
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this little one fought so hard to get in the picture, so here you are little one…
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I was not the professional photographer, nevertheless, these are some images I captured
missing all of you
Carrie

muli shani!

August 6th, 2007

Muli Shani is ‘Hi, how are you?’ in the tribal language of Bemba.

Its been a bit hard for me to make the switch up here in Kabwe. Spent the first two weeks in Lusaka, surrounded with Nyanja and plenty of people to practice with. But Kabwe is very different. Not many speak Nyanja and there aren’t even many that I’ve been emersed with to practice the Bemba. Our time is spent with many more Muzungus’ here. (white man)

I’m glad I was able to break away today and write on the blog. For any of you back home that have been wondering how your kids or friends are doing that are here on this second trip, rest assured that all is well. Its been very hard for us to get on the internet. If we do get time, its limited and we only end up being able to send like one email because the dial up is quite slow. Please know that I am not checking my regular email and have chosen to post instead so you can all know how its going. Your comments continue to bring a smile to my face and inspiration knowing I have your support back home.

So the last three days we have been attending this conference. I’ve never experienced anything like it. So globally diverse and amazing. People from South Africa, Tanzaniz, Zimbabwe, Japan, UK, America, Germany, New Zealand, and so on…. All here to network and learn about how they can be more effective within their missions and leadership. Seeing so many backgrounds and stories all coming together for similar causes has been quite unique from my perspective. The thing that is killing us Americans is that the program for each day has run at least 12-13 hours a day!!! Starting around 7 am, ending around 9 pm. For us, its been crazy. We are so exhausted by the end of the day. But the Zambians and other Africans are still going. Loving the information and the education. You give them a microphone and a platform, they will just speak until they are cut off. They really want to be heard. We have been doing a lot of listening…. which is good for us all.

Today Tina and a few of us broke away for a few hours to go and visit a Zimbabwian family that lives out on a tobacco farm. The house is amazing. They built it all themselves. Really can tell they have put their heart and soul into it. Well, they had a 10 year contract for their harvesting, but recently got it slipped out from under them and are losing everything. Its such a sad story. So now they are pretty much being forced to leave and they aren’t sure what they are to do yet. A big global/American corporation holds the contract (which they broke) and its put the family in a hard place to fight with lawyer fees. It was good to just spend time with her and give her some friendly faces to be there.

I’m trying to think of what else….. Mr. and Mrs. Koehler - Ade is doing really well here. (like that surprises you, right?) I took video of him being Mr. Barbarian man and killing the cow. I will show you when I get back to the states. He is definitely thriving and enjoying all the new people he is meeting. He has been speaking for 4 sessions on Character development, talent, and life change. He has had good crowds for each and doing well. I will tell them that you commented and were asking about him. I would post pictures, but am unable to here with using these internet cafe computers. Sorry!

As for pictures, Chad… thanks for posting those!!! I was only able to upload about 3 or 4 with this dial up, but I’m sure the people back home will be loving the chance to see visuals. For those of you who see the one with the baby on my back… its me in the Saili Village with a little baby, 1 month old. That is how they carry their children around. So of course, I asked if I could try too! It was really cute. I loved feeling is so close to me, but still having my hands free. I will surely be doing that in the future when I have my own kids. (not for awhile people, don’t be reading into that!!)

smile.

 As for me and my emotional state. I’ve been good here. But I’m still wresting with not really understanding what my purpose is. I’m aware that it really may take awhile to get. I’m not feeling anything specific yet. But I am really enjoying it and feeling comfortable. I do look forward to disecting it further once I get back to Los Angeles and get a sense to what my emotional reaction is back in that way of life.

By the way, can anyone tell me how Sadie and Simon are doing? If anyone reads this that speaks to the people that have them, can you ask them to comment so I know? I think Sadie is with Lisa Soltis now and Simon should be with Emily or Melissa. I would love to know how they are. I miss them a lot. I’ve found that only the white people here have pets. There are dogs and cats the roam the streets in town and the villages, but they are thought of in the same way as chickens and goats almost. Its kinda funny when they see a picture of Sadie and are totally disenchanted. I just laugh.

Annie Furner: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!! I was thinking about you. I hope you had a great day. I love you. How is the book going that I sent? Have you finished it? I’m reading his new one now too. Its really good.

Mama: HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!! I love you! I miss you so and really hope you get to come out here some day. I think you would love it.

 Franz toni: HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!! Enjoy your day. Remember to smile and enjoy the process, cause afterall, you are doing what you love and what you’ve been working hard for. Love you.

Oh, fyi: tomorrow we head to Livingstone. Its at the border of Zimbabwe and Zambia. You will see on Chad’s recent post of pictures the shot of the waterfall. That is where I will be for the next three days. So this will probably be the last time I am able to blog until I return. I guess that waterfall is one of the 7 wonders. So it will be pretty cool to see. Its about a 8 hour drive though. I can’t say I’m looking forward to that, but it will be worth it.

First team, I hope you are doing well with your adjustment back home. Please let me know how its going. I miss you all. We really had a great team dynamic and I’m really excited about what we are going to produce for this project.

So, I’m signing off now. Love to each and every one of you. You are with me, as I am with you.

faith, love, light

jess

Snap II

August 4th, 2007

Back in the States, here are just a few more “snaps” from the trip. I’m sure there are many more to come from the team…Peace, AnthonyVictoria Falls, near Livingstone, ZambiaVictoria FallsThe incomparable Bishop Peter and HildahPeter and HildahGordon Moyo and Tedson Phiri, Mwachalili VillageVillage LifeJesse B sporting a little one on her backJessFaneli shelling ground nuts for chiponde (peanut butter)ground nutsWater source for Mwachalili VillageWatera Zambian Meal: Nshima and Village ChickenZambian mealOlemekazeka Carrie, cooking nshimaNshimaChildren on the way to grind maize, Saili VillageKidsChad in his element, near Lusaka City CentrechadMancalamancalaElephants in BotswanaelephantMwachalili Village Community SchoolMwachalili Village Community School