Wednesday 24th October
Today is
Independence Day. It is 48 years since Zambia ceased to be a British
Colony.
Last week one of
the priests temporarily staying in Monze was refused a visa to visit
England next month. Some religious sisters in Newcastle had invited
him to come and give some talks – they were happy to pay all his
expenses etc. but, apparently because of some documentation being
missing, his application has been refused. The little contact I have
had with people going through the process suggests that it is very
bureaucratic and it takes ea lot of time and effort to jump through
the hoops set out. I can't help suspecting that applications from the
so called developed countries wouldn't be so onerous.
Yesterday was my
last day in Monze and, not surprisingly, it was hectic! I had
arranged to meet up with Sr. Rachael to look at the goods made to
support orphaned children. This year I have no market back in the UK,
but I picked a selection of items that might end up in a few
Christmas stockings – though if you look at the size of some of the
baskets they had better be very large ones!!
I realised that
I hadn't seen Mrs. Chiiya properly this year, so I called in to say
hallo on my way back. We chatted for an hour or so. Saki is about to
finish secondary school and hopes to take up nursing – this might
be influenced by the fact that her Mrs. Chiiya (her mother) has
started a private nursing school in Monze.
Jennipher had
been trying to see me to say goodbye and called in when I got home.
While I was with her the two ladies who she introduced as being in
need of support also dropped around. It is very difficult to refuse
help, but I cannot meet all the demands. A friend had given me a few
pounds to pass on while I was here so I split this between them. They
will at least have a little food for a short while.
I had been
trying to load anti-virus software onto yet another computer,
whenever I had an opportunity. The internet connection however was
too slow.
After lunch I
headed for the ATM which might give me some cash. There is always a
final bit of settling up – various projects etc. and a donation
here and there, which usually means a lot of activity at the bank
over the final few days!! Another queue in very hot sun meant that I
didn't get to see Mrs. Sianga until 14.30. I needed to return the
laptop and camera as well as having a final chat about the project.
She introduced me to a guy who has agreed to help with the production
of her reports and I left just before 16 hrs.
Next I made a
quick trip to the convent to pick up and pay for the goods I chose
earlier at Buntolo. Buntolo is a bit of a walk and I didn't want to
carry a big bag back with me, so I used Sr. Rachael and her taxi to
do the transporting. (The convent backs onto the cathedral grounds
and there is a connecting gate – so in contrast to Buntolo it is
very convenient!)
I agreed to swap
bits of two computers in order to provide a decent working machine in
the parish office – so this was my next task. The dogs were a bit
bemused as I walked to and fro with computer CPUs and screens!
Recently Bingo has objected to me passing and has ran at me barking –
I don't what I have done to upset him, but he soon backs away when I
talk to him sternly! It was after 5pm by the time I had installed the
machines and started downloading anti-virus - this time the speed
looked promising.
I had been
getting calls throughout the day from people wanting to say goodbye.
I had told them it would be OK but had started to lose track of who I
said could come when!! Obert arrived while I was packing. I had just
put the kettle on and offered him a drink when I noticed a face
outside. Raymond was checking to see if I was alone! I said we
wouldn't be long and he agreed to wait. Time was moving along by now
and at about 18.40 I had a call from a number I didn't recognise.
“Please can you come and collect your things!” I began to think
it must be a wrong number, but then I realised that it was Ireen who
promised to complete my shirts by 16 hrs. I apologised and ran off to
her workshop taking Obert with me. She was busy completing the button
holes when I arrived – using a torch shone by one of her
'apprentices'! I had another call from Collins who couldn't find me
at the priest's house. I had told him I was around to receive a
letter he had for me to take to Lusaka. We arranged to meet on the
High Street. Ireen got me to model the shirts - again in torchlight
- she declared they were OK .Just as well really, since it was 19.15
and I hadn't time for alterations!
Back at home I
had a knock at the door and expected to see Raymond. However, it was
Diven who had appeared – Raymond was still willing to wait, so I
was informed by Diven. Raymond eventually popped in to see me just
before supper – though I did have to do a little bit with the
computer in between!!
Nearly there!
The packing was almost complete, the anti-virus was downloaded,
though for some reason Google Chrome has been installing for over an
hour – I wasn't aware I asked for it, but probably left a box
ticked somewhere!
Fr. Kenan had
been busy at a funeral and wasn't at supper. I assumed that our final
tournament wouldn't take place, however he called around and said he
was up for it. I was now just waiting for the egg cups! These arrived
a few minutes later with Fr. Raphael – after I checked and found
that my friend Google was still busy.
So I went to
Mayfair to play pool with a clear conscience, feeling that I was more
or less ready to depart. Fr. Clement joined us and claimed the major
successes of the evening. It was about 00.30 by the time we were
back. Before leaving Fr. Kenan remarked that it had become cold –
the concept of it being cold when the temperature was 25 °C
might seem a little alien to most readers! After setting the
computer the overnight task of checking for viruses and increasing
the weight of my cases with the 122 egg cups, I turned in for the
final time in Monze.
I rose early and
headed for the church, forgetting that there is no 6.30 am mass on
holidays! However, it gave me the opportunity for a final visit to
the ATM to cover the remaining cost of my stay here. I also satisfied
a recent request I had to bring back a few mealie meal sacks in case
they could be converted into bee-keeping suits.
I had a lonely
breakfast and called a taxi to take me to the big bus stop.
I was able to
leave Monze shortly after 9 am and we made good timing until we
caught up with 3 exceptionally wide loads just before Chilanga. Here
they have exceptionally unfriendly sets of speed bumps. In the usual
course of things they probably add 10 minutes to any journey. Today
our journey was delayed by at least 30 minutes.
I was relieved
to see Justina soon after I arrived at the Inter City bus station.
She organised a taxi to take us to her house where we had some nshima
and watched the proceedings at State House where President Sata was
handing out awards to commemorate Independence Day.
I caught a bus
and walked through town to Lumumba bus station. I thought I was in
luck. A Chisamba minibus was just about to leave, but even more
astounding, after being told to get in, the conductor decided that it
was full. I had a book ready and decided to settle into my thriller.
I was surprised to read that my character was visiting Lumumba hall.
Time passed quickly and, after an hour or so, we headed for Chisamba
Turnoff. I was offered a taxi for K50,000 but said I was happy to
wait and pay K10,000. So I covered another few chapters before
leaving for Chisamba Township. My room was awaiting me. I can't
remember how many years ago I was introduced to room 1 but ever since
this has been allocated to me whenever I visit.
This is likely
to be my last post from Zambia – and you might not get this till I
get home – depending on Internet access. Very soon I will be
transported back to a different world. I will need to stop eating
with my fingers – I had t-bone steak tonight, it was a bit more
expensive, but is rarely on the menu, so I spent the £3 for the meal
and treated myself! In England buses will move when half full and
keep to a timetable, cars and pedestrians will have separate paths,
water and electricity will become reliable, and people will rush
around without saying hallo.
I asked one of
the priests how he found his time when studying in Washington. He
said he hated it. No one spoke to him, he reckoned that if he died in
his room they would only realise when the smell reached them. What an
indictment of so called civilisation!
There will be a
lot to reflect on over the next few weeks. It has only been a short
trip, but I am ready to go home. I hope I will have a few hours on
Friday to prepare for the shock of returning home.
With my love and
prayers
Chris