Zambia Mission Fund Canada

Dear family and friends,

We are “on our way going”…heading home and praying that the students will cope with any problems that arise.     In theory there shouldn’t be any….but in reality there will be a few!   

My shirts have increased by about two sizes in the past six weeks.    I have not been on a diet and I have not lost weight.    My shirts have grown.    Our laundry is done by a lovely young man named Ian:  Ian keeps the yard neat and tidy, kills snakes, does the laundry (even the ironing!) and generally watches the house during the day.    But our gentle giant is not so gentle with the washing…he scrubs my t-shirts with tremendous vigour and I noticed this morning that today’s shirt is gaping at the arms and almost sliding off my shoulders.    Last year he also washed my undergarments and you can only imagine the problems that ensued.    This trip I’ve rinsed the delicates by hand to prevent last year’s discovery mid-day that at my waist was a leg…and at my leg was the waist.   Yes, they were sideways!      Soon we will pack up what remains of our personal things and the timing will be just about right -- I expect by then my shirts will require a larger torso to keep them in place! 

Dear family and friends,

“Mab Joe” in Choma has not disappointed us!    The freezer is freezing….the toaster is toasting and the transformer is performing.    Having a working kitchen is helpful given that the only kitchen open after 5 p.m. is mine.    No Chinese take-away…no pizza delivery…no KFC.   Madam must cook!    Cooking requires planning ahead, improvising and flexibility.   We eat well – most of the time.    The other night I was once again buried in the bookkeeping and my kind husband offered to prepare me something to eat.    He had just fixed himself a peanut butter and cucumber sandwich and – - “would I like one??”   “Peanut butter and what?!!”   I opted for some left-over cake J