Muzungu, Muzungu!

A few pics from the last week.

This is Hilda's (Hilda is my bemba teacher and Zambian Mum!) grandson; baby Harold, he has one of the most beautiful smiles I have ever laid eyes on! Each week he gets accustomed with our shoes, this week it was my flip flops!

As I write, we can hear the faint sound of the huge bull dozer the school is borrowing to level out some space for a new rugby pitch. It's been amazing to watch the progress that's being made let alone the HUGE granite rocks they are finding under the surface.

Jon and I spent some time watching the work yesterday evening as the sun went down, just chatting together. Watching the bull dozer made us think about how often things in life seem like slow progress; little by little, bit by bit but when you stand back and look at all that has happened you can see that God has and is doing great things through the seemingly 'slow progress'.

Yesterday we had a fantastic time shopping in Kitwe! Words can never really explain the sights, the hectic busyness of market madness, the sounds of chasing stubborn street sellers shouting 'Muzungu, Muzungu!'(white person, white person!), the hustle and bustle of overwhelmingly overcrowded roads , the smell of dried fish mixed with sewage mixed with the hint of overpowering outdated aftershave wafting far too close as strange men try to get close to stare at funny looking muzungu ladies wondering lost through the maze of stalls. Stalls piled high with tatty trainers, mountains of retro remnants and fake football shirts!

 Beate and I had lots of fun trying out our bemba and buying over-priced clothes!

As I tried to subtly pull out my camera to snap a few shots of moments I wanted to capture, lots of stall sellers wanted to be made 'famous'!! The picture taking didn't last long as I was aware of the unnecessary fuss it was causing!

Monday is a public holiday here in Zambia so Jon and I are currently enjoying a peaceful long weekend!!