Zambia is the country where I spent the first ten years of my life, so going back, although it is no longer "home", brings back lots of memories.
At the end of a long journey from Dar es Salaam.
Notice the fellow waving the flag behind me. |
Who needs television when you've got snakes as entertainment?!
This cobra gave us a scare when it was discovered by my parents' two doberman guard dogs next to the steps to the verandah. After spitting in their eyes (they have since recovered) the fearless Dobie pounced and shook the cobra to death on the lawn.
This snake has since been put to productive use as fertilizer for my parents' seville orange tree. Dad is hoping for especially good (bitter?!) marmalade in the future... |
We arrived at the waterfall to find a couple of Roman Catholic Polish priests lunching on beer and sausages.
Their wards, a truck-load of orphans, were having a great time swimming and splashing around in the river downstream from the waterfall while we braved the upstream rapids in inner tubes.
A picnic lunch by the waterfall. Very colonial, no? |
No lifeguards to spoil our fun! |
You haven't seen clouds or sunsets until you've been to Africa during the rainy season.
Apart from getting wet, this fellow has the added incentive to keep his balance the fact that there are crocodiles in the lake. And you thought taking the subway to work was stressful. |
Technical note: I deliberately over-exposed these pictures since the kids' features would have been lost otherwise. |
A view of the mission compound. |
Follow the girls in the blue dresses: |
Here, ... |
... here, and ... |
... here. |
Kalundu is a special place in my family. This is where my dad spent much of his childhood when his father was revising and translating the Bible into the Bemba language. This translation is still the most popular one used by Bemba-speaking Africans.
We stuffed 30 kids into the back of the pickup and gave them a ride. (I think the current record stands at over 50.) They thanked us by singing choruses at the top of their lungs. We only realized later that they were singing in English.
Dad poses with some of the village boys in front of his childhood home. Fifty years ago the grandfathers, and quite possibly great-grandfathers, of some of these boys were his companions.
Nobody lives in the house now. The local chief declared it off limits after a couple of fires.
Note the fire damage to the roof, and the fabulous cloud formations in the background. |
"Mama" means "Grandma" in Bemba. Her late husband helped my parents while I was a boy, and my dad's parents when he was a boy. Her grandson, Chikwa, was my best Zambian friend, so I was often in her house.