Two and a half years had gone by and I finally found time to return to my village. I stayed with Eliack and Brenda who acted as my host family while serving. I got to spend time with their two children Sante and Bibusa. Bibusa was only six months old when I had last seen him. He is now three.
I had a wonderful welcoming by my former neighbor Maggie. She organized a welcoming committee made up of children. They sang songs and danced.
Reunions with the people I worked with was a priority. I spent time with Mr. Mofya - the first farmer who agreed to work with me, Mr. Kahokola - we planted trees together and helped him dig a fish pond, and my interpreter and counterpart Harrison.
I was busy for the entire 10 days I was in the village. I had raised money prior to my trip for my host father's non-profit Buwame Child Development Foundation. He and I purchased books, educational materials, and paint to paint the walls of the preschool. The non-profit was founded after the sudden loss of my host father's two and a half year old son Buwame. I felt it was appropriate to help move the organization forward as it is difficult to obtain funding within Zambia alone.
I walked the roads and trails I rode my bicycle on during my service. The sun was hot and the rains were plenty. I had to navigate the slippery mud on my way to and from the outdoor bathroom and shower. I played ball with the children which was the most enjoyable part of my service.
I had a wonderful welcoming by my former neighbor Maggie. She organized a welcoming committee made up of children. They sang songs and danced.
Reunions with the people I worked with was a priority. I spent time with Mr. Mofya - the first farmer who agreed to work with me, Mr. Kahokola - we planted trees together and helped him dig a fish pond, and my interpreter and counterpart Harrison.
I was busy for the entire 10 days I was in the village. I had raised money prior to my trip for my host father's non-profit Buwame Child Development Foundation. He and I purchased books, educational materials, and paint to paint the walls of the preschool. The non-profit was founded after the sudden loss of my host father's two and a half year old son Buwame. I felt it was appropriate to help move the organization forward as it is difficult to obtain funding within Zambia alone.
I walked the roads and trails I rode my bicycle on during my service. The sun was hot and the rains were plenty. I had to navigate the slippery mud on my way to and from the outdoor bathroom and shower. I played ball with the children which was the most enjoyable part of my service.
