In front of my new house
I have moved into my house and am getting used to daily life here in Zambia. The first morning I woke up, went to the sink, turned the tap, and there was no water flowing. I had a moment of confusion before remembering that I have many buckets filled with water for this very reason. One of the other big adjustments for this American is not having a microwave, but I am learning to reheat things on the stove or in the oven. So far I have only cooked familiar foods, but I hope to become more adventurous in the weeks to come.
When I was a little girl, I liked to play at doing chores. In the summer my mom would set me up outside to wash dishes. With one bucket of soapy water and one bucket of rinse water I would happily wash my dishes. I hadn’t thought of this in a long time, but that is exactly how I wash my dishes now, except I stay much more dry as an adult than I did as a kid.
I quite like my little house, it is half of a duplex with a living/dining room, good size kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom. I have a nice spring mattress for my bed (most are made of foam here) and I even like my mosquito net that tucks in all around under the mattress to keep me safe from all the buggars.
I also have a good size garden behind my house, which is tended by a local man, Morgan. I will not have a lack of vegetables here between my garden, the garden near TEEZ, and the market in town. In my garden there are carrots, onions, spinach, basil, tomatoes, and a few other things. This morning I also bought a head of broccoli from the garden just behind the TEEZ office.
View of my garden from kitchen window
I have even learned to say “I am going home” in Bemba. So when I am leaving work at the end of the day I tell my colleagues, “Naya ku ng’anda.”