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18th January 2009
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March 2009.
Dear Friends,
Greetings from Lukulu!
Early
last year in a village I often visit, I was approached
by a community leader to assist with a small child who
could not walk. I asked to see Sandira, and judged she
was both physically and mentally challenged as well as
malnourished. Though she was four years old, she was the
size of a two year old. My assessment was that possibly
her mind was not telling her to walk as her legs looked
quite sturdy and that she did not have long for this
world. Any way the community leader would not let the
matter rest until I did something about Sandira. Hence
has begun an association with Cheshire Home in Mongu,
with Pat and I providing transport between Lukulu and
Mongu for handicapped children. Already our Christian
Brother neighbour Frank was providing this service when
possible so we are working in tandem now. Mongu is a
five to seven hour drive from here depending on the
weather.
Sandira, her mother, Anaeda and Frankie, the little
brother, spent the middle school term in 2008 at
Cheshire Home. Preschool children come with their
mothers and school children are provided with
schooling. In fact the whole service is free. I picked
up the trio from the bus when they returned to Lukulu
and drove them the 16 km to their village. The
jubilation of the village was overwhelming when Anaeda
placed Sandira on the ground and she started to walk
tentatively. Sandira also learnt a few gestures at
Cheshire including waving goodbye. Cheshire Home
suggested Sandira be fed with maize but the community is
so poor that they only grow cassava. Maize needs
commercial fertilizer but cassava grows well in the sand
without fertilizer but is not as nutritious.
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Pat
and I have now provided transport to or from Mongu a few
times. There is a local Lukulu lady who keeps an eye
out for handicapped children and they gather at her home
prior to travelling to Mongu. One time I anticipated
picking up 2 children but instead a group of seven
people, five children and two mothers, were waiting for
transport. Pat who was driving to Mongu in the other car
had to totally repack it to accommodate the extra
numbers. Two of the regular young boys, Nyambe and
Mulako we have got to know quite well. On one occasion
Pat got a puncture and they stood along side holding the
nuts etc. doing their bit. Mulako had his lower leg
removed at the end of last year. This term he is being
fitted with a prothesis but we have already heard that
it is too small as he has grown so fast, so now there
will be a delay before he is on two legs again and he
will need a lot of physio to enable him to walk easily.
Another two year old I brought home at the end of last
year, had his foot in a plaster cast. He has a club foot
and it will take a series of operations to straighten
it. The concern was that he had to have the cast removed
at Lukulu Hospital during his holidays, otherwise there
would be damage to the foot. Making sure that the mother
understood the need for the cast to be removed was quite
a challenge.
Cheshire Home, Mongu, celebrated twenty five years in
December 2008. They provide a wonderful service in a
state of the art facility (by African standards). They
rely on visiting medical specialists from Lusaka and
also use the services of the Lewanika Hospital, the
government hospital for the Mongu district. They provide
the rehabilitation between times. They rely on overseas
volunteers, but recently acquired the services of a
fulltime physiotherapist paid for by the government.
On a
sadder note Sandira died of an undiagnosed condition at
the beginning of the month. Some of her family put it
down to witchcraft! I will provide Anaeda with the above
photos as she will have no visual record of her
daughter.
Till
next time. Elizabeth. |
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1st March 2009
Dear Friends
Greetings from Lukulu, where the rains are in abundance
and the river is rising steadily – it is amazing to see
the speed and volume of water flowing past the front of
our house! But this time I won’t share further on the
river, but rather on the forest.
Lukulu District has an abundance of forested areas, with
rich hardwoods. There is a thriving local subsistence
charcoal industry (sadly for the forest, as little
attention seems to be given to future planning or
sustainability) and the trees are also used by local
small scale carpenters for the making of basic but very
good quality furniture. However, most of the timber
leaves the district with seemingly little benefits to
the local community.
A trip down the Lukulu road reveals intermittent piles
of accumulated logs awaiting transport on big trucks
owned by outside contractors. The logs will have been
cut by axe or hand-sawn and dragged to the roadside by
oxen and chains. Then the owners of the logs will, on
the roadside, chop them into the required ‘square’ shape
ready for loading.
The loading onto the large trucks is done manually by a
team of local recruits as seen in the photos below. Two
logs are placed at an angle against the bed of the
truck, and the log is harnessed by ropes and dragged up
the logs by a team of workers. It is certainly
back-breaking hard labour.
The going rate appears to be in the order of K 10,000
per log for loading, which is the equivalent of about
Euro 1.60 Considering the team that I observed
consisted of 16 people, it meant that they were earning
in the region of 10 cents each for every heavy log
loaded onto the truck. A full truck earns the average
worker about 5 Euros. It is meagre for such hard work,
but provides a little in terms of cash flow and the
means to provide for basic necessities for their family.
Most people in Lukulu district have a tough existence!
Until next time
Pat |
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Feb 3 2009.
Dear Friends,
Included here are photos of the way in which the people of
Lukulu use the local environment for their needs.
The standard pit latrine is made by digging a large hole in the
ground, inserting the woven cylinder, compacting the soil around
the outside of the cylinder and erecting a grass fence around it
for privacy. The cylinder is made from saplings and slit reeds.
Some local people make these cylinders for a living. The
lifetime of these pit latrines obviously depends on usage, but
for example a pit latrine for an extended family can last a
year. Note the grass fence in the background.
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In the photo below bark fibres are being used to prevent the
crows sitting on the rafters and making a mess of the veranda.
Again individuals make their living by stripping bark from trees
and splicing it into long thongs that are then wound into
standard sized bundles that are sold in the markets and on the
streets. In order to use the fibres they need to be soaked in
water so that they become pliable. Fibres are used for all sorts
of purposes, including linking poles that make up the framework
of house, securing thatch to rafters, securing grass fences etc.
In the photo above are examples of the baskets used by women
for fishing. Men use other techniques. There is the smaller
conical shaped basket as well as the more common larger two
peaked basket. Women tend to fish standing in still waters.
Buildings, in this photo a church, are built from timber,
fibres, mud and thatch. The thatch is initially secured at the
lower edge of the roof and then grass is added in layers until
the top of the roof is reached. In this photo the roof is
nearing completion. Each area has a specific thatch pattern.
The patterns in the Lukulu district are simple, partly dictated
by the poverty of the area. The stooks of thatch are another
source of income and sell for K3000 each.
Sleeping mats, which are able to be rolled up, are made from
parallel reeds sewn together. The reeds of the sleeping mat
provide a cushioning effect. Another form of mat is woven from
split reeds and is used primarily for walls, both interior and
exterior.
The netball poles show a degree of innovation using various
parts of the tree in their construction.
Till next time. Elizabeth
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18th
January 2009
Dear Friends
Best wishes for a
happy new year from Lukulu, where we have finally settled again after an
epic journey south. As usual at this time of year, Elizabeth and myself
travel to South Africa for a Provincial meeting with our sisters. Only
it was a little different this time as we decided to drive!
And so at the
beginning of December we set out on a round trip of 5 000 kms from
Lukulu to Pretoria. Although our meeting was in Strand, near Cape Town
we decided that we would park the vehicle in Pretoria and fly the last
leg of the journey. Our trip would take us on familiar territory for
the first two legs, from Lukulu to Lusaka and then from Lusaka to
Livingstone. Then we were to head off on a bit of an adventure through
Botswana, especially for Elizabeth who had never been to Botswana
before. (I myself had travelled through part of the country about 18
years ago when living in South Africa).
Our preliminary
plans had taken a bit of a nose dive in prior months. Wanting to avoid
the difficulties of Zimbabwe, we had enquired about Botswana visas when
in Lusaka a few months back. Elizabeth was misguided in being told by
the Embassy that she needed a visa for Botswana. The logistics were
impossible from Lukulu, and so we were faced with the dilemma, either
brave the precarious situation in Zimbabwe or forget about our
adventure. As luck would have it, on browsing various websites when
back in Lukulu we discovered that Elizabeth apparently did not need a
visa! A follow up phone call to the Embassy confirmed this when a very
contrite and relieved official confirmed that she had indeed mistakenly
given the wrong information. And so we were free to travel through
Botswana!
We crossed the
Zambezi by pontoon at Kazangula and took a leisurely 4-day trip through
Botswana. Elephants on the road were the most noteworthy feature of the
first days drive, potholes on the second day (a notorious stretch of
potholes on an otherwise very good road), and throughout, the lack of
habitation, people and indeed extreme poverty (certainly a big contrast
to Zambia). We safely arrived in Pretoria with no hassles along the
way.
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We decided, having
experienced a good sweep of the country on the way down, that we would
take a shorter route back, and traveled from Pretoria to Francistown and
then Kazangula in a total of two days. The overloaded, broken down,
clapped out vehicles heading with supplies towards Zimbabwe were a major
feature on the first few hundred kilometers heading north from
Pretoria. We counted at least 45!, and that tells its own sad story.
We arrived in Kazangula on Chrismas eve after surviving the most
appalling driving conditions with incessant torrential rain for most of
the journey between Francistown and our destination (not forgetting the
potholes and the elephants to be avoided!).
But Christmas in
Kazangula is to be highly recommended. We found a little local Church
in nearby Kasane for morning Mass, followed by lunch in the riverside
lodge where we were staying and then we had the most wonderful 3 hour
river cruise in the late afternoon/evening. Away from the gross
commercialism and frenetic activity which usually abounds at Christmas
the peace and beauty of the surroundings was profound. The scenery of
the Caprivi Strip and the Chobe river, simple though it is, comprising
only of water, grass and sky is indescribable in its beauty, and the
abundance of hippos and gigantic crocodiles at close range was an added
bonus. It was a marvelous way to celebrate the profoundness of the
occasion. The following day we had another delightful adventure
exploring the beauty and the abundance of animals in Chobe National
Park.
Our return crossing
from Botswana to Zambia on the pontoon was the last novelty on our trip
before venturing into familiar territory once more. Waiting our turn
for the ferry in apparent chaos, amidst many trucks, cars, mud, currency
touts, and local pedestrians we observed huge black marketeering in
diesel fuel. Fuel is half the price on the Botswana side of the river
as compared with Zambia and every ferry crossing (15 min interval)
brings a hoard of pedestrians carrying as many 20 litre drums as they
possibly can. From our observations it seems that there are convoys of
taxis waiting, not to take the people, but the drums for filling at the
fuel station (about 2 kms away). They then return (bearing in mind that
a border and customs gate exists in between), a flurry of activity takes
place with offloading of fuel (we observed 25 drums being offloaded from
one small pick-up alone) and exchange of cash, before people scurry for
the next departing ferry with as many full drums they can carry. We saw
women wrapping them in Chitenges and putting on their backs and on their
heads, while men just lugged as many as they could. All part of a life
of survival for many!
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Then it was back to
reality, and after a further frantic few days of shopping for supplies
in Lusaka we are now happily ensconced in our familiar and peaceful
surroundings of Lukulu.
Until next time
Pat
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