...so they dont blow away, either in pieces or the whole roof? The plates blow away still fastened to the timpber, 150 metres...Thats what happened. I was in the village at the other side of the road, wanted to get cellphone connection and tace pics of the bamboos there, with the darkgrey sky as background. Knowing there would be not so much time before tne heavy rainfall would come closer. I hurried but when turning I saw lightening all across again and I am bad at estimating how fast the storm is approaching here in Zambia. So I went to the shopkeeper Trine and Titus, the closed everything and removed everything outside the shop to the indoors, two men from the imbalasa nearby came in and we closed the door, just peeping out of the window, seized as a smaller TV-screen. Program: thunderstorm. We saw the rain exploding down and some smaller whirvelwinds. Afterwards it had gotten dark and they escorted me to the house as they had both flashlight and umbrella. Deep water on the road and black scorpion crossing...hmhm.( But Titus says the red ones are more dangerous... )Coming up to our places we saw, in darkness some metal roofplates around... and it was silent and I did not know if people were hurt by them. People came up to me with expressful relief, they thought I was still in the house but they could not enter as the door was locked. But the roof was completely gone and the heavy rained made the house full of water...one feet deep...
Today its four days afterwards. We are all still chocked but happy noone was hurt. Prosperine already planted some trees and windstoppers. Half the school also lost the metal roof and the timberconstruction underlying the plates. Gosh.
I moved to the place of Eunice. She is the mother of Luendo and the baby Holy, and with Holy she is going to the Hospital in Mpongwe today to get a blood check, Holy has been sick the past days and poor Eunice is quite exhausted. Is there anyone who wants to assist, fell free to contact me. Everything is needed. Fertilizer to make the harvest possible, schoolbooks to teach reading, food to feed the Zambians. Slim almost everyone and everyone with muscles I can tell.
Visited another school, Grade 1-9 with 374 pupils altogether. 198 of them are single or double orphans or have vulnerable caretakers, meaning for example an old grandmother or some other relative or neighbour. Do you know people, having plates, cups, spoons, toiletpaper and bread is luxurious??? Every action in the house I now stay in claims preparation, so preparing food for example is a timetaking process. Cleaning the bucket to get water, where is the pot, to be dished before heating the water? Are the matches dry, did someone lend them who?? When will we get a lock for the door? What is there to cook? Forget about time, means nothing. Helping each other out, thats what it all is about. A schooluniform cost 35 000 Kwacha, less than sv kr 40.--, neatly made. Tell me if you want to add, my mail is my first name immediatelyfollowed by my familyname and I have gmail.com. But parents can not afford schooluniform for their kids...and the best one in class will get shoes from his mother to celebrate his good marks.
I almost managed to teach the pupils to read these past four weeks, there is much more to say about that. THERE IS a difference between copying on the one hand and being able to write and read oneself on the other hand!
I detta öppna kök äter vi just nu kokt breadfruit, det saknas vägg hitåt så här kommer ljumma vinden från Oceanen in... och Daniel har just fått kläm på högtalaren så Lauras musik flätar in sig i vågsvallet...
Varför skrubbar inte nordbor sina jeans med avgnagda majskolvar??
