I'm posting some of my favorite photos I got to snap during the three months in Lusaka and Mpika in the summer. Since my camera is a very basic snapshot and I am not a super skilled photographer, they are not of the most amazing quality. However, I believe they can convey some of the atmosphere I got to experience in Zambia.
Enjoy!
And here I am with the Bupe family on my last day in Kabanana. We cooked a Slovak dish, drank beer, laughed, and I realized that I will miss this amazing generosity and openness I met with at every corner in the slums. I don't think it was for the mere fact that I was a foreigner and that I was a muzungu (white). The people there just value relationships very differently from how we see them in the West, and invest much more time into them, whether you are a relative or a passer-by. I think this may be the biggest lesson I've learned during my time here. All of us deserve genuine, loving attention, whatever the circumstances. After all, we don't know how long we can enjoy their presence.
Enjoy!
Coucou! This baby obviously noticed I looked different.
A Kabanana boy playing on my way to work.
Grandma and her granddaughter making baskets out of recycled plastic bags.
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| Jewelery made by Ngombe widows. |
Children handprints on a school's wall.
Farai and Bertha, my baby siblings. Although blurry, I could stare at this picture for hours.
Farai and Bertha, my baby siblings. Although blurry, I could stare at this picture for hours.
Chikumbuso's new decoration- a colorful wall painted by the school kids under the leadership of my friend Violette from the States who was doing her summer internship here.
Chikumbuso's widows' workroom where they make bags and accessories to be sold to tourists and overseas.
Kindergardeners in Mpika following two high schoolers. These three and four year olds walk alone to school five kilometers across the fields each day.
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Destination: future of the world. My two loves, Munty and Mundia, sharing a cute moment. |
Sellers of charcoal are a common sight in the slums.
Eating lunch at Ida's place; her sister Violet was munching on some nshima and vegetables.
Ronald and Bertha looking at the Victoria falls.
And here I am with the Bupe family on my last day in Kabanana. We cooked a Slovak dish, drank beer, laughed, and I realized that I will miss this amazing generosity and openness I met with at every corner in the slums. I don't think it was for the mere fact that I was a foreigner and that I was a muzungu (white). The people there just value relationships very differently from how we see them in the West, and invest much more time into them, whether you are a relative or a passer-by. I think this may be the biggest lesson I've learned during my time here. All of us deserve genuine, loving attention, whatever the circumstances. After all, we don't know how long we can enjoy their presence.
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