Moments

It feels like I only write blog posts when I’m listening to a sad song and avoiding work.

When I think about the best moments I’ve had in Africa I don’t think of one big accomplishment that I’ve have achieved. I think of moments where I have truly felt happy and comfortable.

  1. Eating breakfast with my host mom in Mkushi while she teaches me Bemba.
  2. Sitting on the grass outside the owners of Avian Ventures house in Kitwe taking in the sun and smelling the green grass.
  3. Playing games with my hosts sisters on a Sunday afternoon in the dirt.
  4. Driving across the longest bridge in Africa crossing the Luapula River.
  5. Biking home every day after work and watching the sunset behind the mountains in Mkushi.
  6. Riding in a minibus through Lusaka listening to Sexy Back on the radio.
  7. Waking up on the beach in Senga Bay and going for a swim to wake myself up in the morning.
  8. Taking a sunset boat ride back to our camp ground after going cliff diving in Lake Malawi.
  9. Walking into my yard in village after being gone for the day and having the feeling like I am coming home.
  10. Sitting in a Zambian house in Kitwe with Anthony learning sign language from a deaf teacher and her fiancé.
  11. Riding in the back of a canter truck with all the AVC JFs through Lusaka.
  12. Having coffee with Baileys on an amazing patio in the side of a mountain that overlooks all of Mkushi’s commercial farms.
  13. Having a flat tire after an hour of driving on gravel back roads through the bush.
  14. Having lunch at a stranger’s place after just meeting them an hour before.
  15. Waking up to the sun coming though my window without even needing an alarm.
  16. Making chocolate sauce for my family in Mkushi and dipping bananas into it.
  17. Telling stories about back home to friends in a bar just outside Anna’s flat in Lusaka.
  18. Describing things like minibus rides and walking through the market to white Zambians (or Zimbabweans) who have lived here all their lives but have never done those things.
  19. Walking through town in Mkushi and running into at least five people I know and saying hi to all of them.
  20. Sitting in a minibus between Chris and Spencer on our way to Zambia continually passing the guitar back and forth because they both want to play.
  21. Giving someone exact change in a shop that I always go to because I know the price by memory.
  22. Helping a lady that speaks no English carry 50kg bags of maize for weighing at an FRA maize drop point and we somehow manage to communicate.
  23. Coming home to Mkushi after being away for a long time and enjoying a big nsima meal.
  24. Taking a boat ride from a fisher guy who was chilling on the beach in Samfya.
  25. Getting phone calls from my host sisters asking when I’m going to be home and saying that they miss me.
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Lifelong Connections

During pre-dep in Toronto, one of the questions asked was what do you want from your experience in Africa. Among other things, one of the reoccurring comments was “lifelong connections”. First off, what does it mean to have a lifelong connection? Is it someone that you’ll keep in touch with from Canada, someone you plan to see again in your lifetime, someone that you’ll never forget or any of the above.

My Host Family

In Mkushi I have the most wonderful host family. I feel like I have failed a little with them because I don’t try as hard as I could to communicate with them. My Bemba hasn’t improved since I first arrived and I haven’t spent much time with them since before the midsummer retreat in Malawi. I used to go to church with them every Sunday but now it seems that I am always gone for work or EWB meetings on weekends. This weekend is potentially my second last weekend in Mkushi but instead of being in Mkushi I decided to come to Kitwe to visit Anthony. My rational is that since I found out I was coming to Zambia, I wanted to visit the Copperbelt and see the effect that mining has on the country. I think it’s the engineer coming out in me but I couldn’t pass up the chance to maybe get a mine tour (still up in the air as of now). I arranged my schedule yesterday at the office to fit in two Agent trainings in Central Province next week and spend three days in Copperbelt following a really high capacity Regional Manager. I plan on pestering him with questions about my Agent Categorization tool. This all sounds really reasonable to me so I made plans for this to happen.

As I was biking back home last night after work, I was dreading telling my family I was leaving again. I had just gotten back from Lusaka the day before and was already leaving. My family is so good to me and their faces light up when I come home after a long trip. I prolonged telling my sisters I was leaving again until right before I went to bed (at about 8:00pm). When I finally told them they told me to travel well. When I went into the house I was going to tell my host mom I was leaving again but I couldn’t do it. Instead I just said goodnight and hoped my sisters would tell her. This morning I woke up to her cooking me French toast (which is quite typical). She also heated me up bath water this morning. I’m not sure why since I had bathed the night before. I sat with her by the fire and I sipped my tea and ate my toast. As I was eating, she starts cooking maize porridge over the fire for the rest of the family. She saw me look at with curiosity and gave me a cup full to taste. I have already had 4 pieces of French toast by this point but I tried it and it was actually really good. Surprisingly, it was even better than my toast which usually ends up being deep fried French toast. She then taught me a couple words of Bemba and we laughed together. After a bit of silence she asked me, “Are you leaving today?”

My stomach wrenched a little bit when I told her yes.

“For work?”

I nod my head yes saying how I am going to Kitwe then to Mpongwe. She then asked me when I’m going to be back. I say next week rather vaguely. The thing is I’m going to be back next week Thursday. My last day in Mkushi is Sunday which I still haven’t told her yet. She smiled when I told her I’m going to be back and double checked, “You’re coming back?”

“Yes.”

Playing games with my host sisters on Sunday afternoon.

My Muzungu Family

Another family that has become really familiar to me is a commercial ranching family who lives in the farm block just south of Mkushi. I met the younger son randomly in town when Joanne came to visit me in May. Since then I have visited the family’s house twice, once with the son and the other just to hang out with his parents. Every time I am with them, I am reminded of what wonderful people they are and all their contributions to the community. I’d be surprised if I could find a nicer family anywhere in the world. I caught a ride into Lusaka for the AVC team meeting with the father and he was hoping his oldest son would be done work in time for me to meet him. I said I’d wait around to meet him because I had met the rest of the family including the grandparents from South Africa so I figured I should meet everyone. When we showed up at his place, we did brief introductions but he still looked puzzles and said, “I’m sorry but, who are you?” I laughed and then explained how I had met his younger brother and was stationed in Mkushi so I had met the rest of his family. We talked for a little while and gave me a ride back to Anna’s flat in Lusaka. We talked a little bit about development and what I was up to when he asked how long I was going to be in Zambia. I told him I only had a month left before I had to go back to school. He then joked with me,“You volunteers. Always need to finish school.”This really got me thinking of all the friends that I’d made here, had become close with and then I’ll up and leave. Making friends with volunteers must be difficult. It’s like making friends with a deadline. This family has known plenty of nice volunteers who come for a year or two then leave again. Are we using people that we make friends with while were here just to get these lifelong connections for us but are just fleeting transient connections for them? I feel like I’ve gotten so much insight about Africa, Zambia, politics and farming that is precious to me but have given this family nothing back except for my company for a couple hours before I disappear back home again. 

The mountains on the Ranch.

I think these are the connections that I am going to miss the most. I didn’t cry when I left my family in Canada and I don’t even think I cried when I left for university but I might cry leaving my host family in Mkushi. These families have been so nice to me for no other reason than out of the goodness of their hearts. Soon I will be a fleeting memory and my host sisters won’t even be able to call me to tell me they miss me and wonder when I’m coming home. Once I leave at the end of the summer I don’t know if I’ll ever see them again…


Life in Lusaka

I just spent 12 days in Lusaka since leaving Mkushi on the 21st of July. Since I’ve been there so long, I’ll do a quick update on work then a couple stories:

Work:

I went to the MRI office last week to meet the new Managing Director of MRI Agro with our team lead Anna. I put together a power point presentation about; how to use my Agent Categorization Tool, why it would be beneficial and how I plan on testing and implementing it. He seemed to appreciate all the work that I had put into it and even had some additions to make so it would be more beneficial to head office. This now guarantees that head office will use it now that they have input into it. I then spend a couple nights reworking the categorization to fit the new changes and I am now ready to test. The other project that was started by Joanne then passed to me was the approval of the Product Knowledge Charts (PKCs). The PKCs are a way for Agents to identify what chemicals to use using a table that identifies crop, disease and chemical to treat. After getting them approved by the chemical expert at MRI, I was excited to get them printed since every Agent who saw them wanted one. I figured that MRI would be somewhat hesitant to laminate and color print them but upon showing up at the office, I found that they were already mass printing and laminating them for the Agriculture Show in Lusaka. Ah success.

Stories:

The AVC team meeting was in Lusaka on July 24th and 25th but unfortunately we couldn’t book into the guest house we wanted so Anna made arrangements to stay at Mark’s place (an ex EWB APS who now runs Rent to Own). Elliot and I were in charge of going to Shoprite and getting the grocery supplies for the weekend. We started with a meal plan then went off to the market and cleaned out stands of vegetables. We then hired a cab to take us to Shoprite and wait with the produce until we came out with the rest of the food. We budgeted 25 min for food shopping but took over an hour. Not only that, in our panic we over purchased to the point where we could have stayed 3 or 4 days instead of just 2. Either way, we ended up eating most of the food or taking it back to Anna’s flat to be consumed over the next week or so. The only tragedy is that Anna doesn’t have a fridge at her apartment so any perishable food had to be left behind (yoghurt, cheese, good ketchup etc.)

The Shoprite in Manda Hill, Lusaka's largest mall.

To move 12 people around by cab with groceries and luggage across Lusaka seemed expensive and excessive. Our compromise was to hire a canter truck and chill in the back. Driving through Lusaka with 12 (predominately white) people and a guitar might have been one of the strangest sights to have hit the city in a while. There is also no better feeling than being the box of a truck especially when you have mattresses and friends to lean on.

Chillin in the back of the canter truck.

The Saturday Market happens in Lusaka once a month at the end of every month. It’s filled with tourist trinkets, artwork, jewelry and food. It also is the largest concentration of white people I’d seen in one place since the commercial farm show in Mkushi. It is also the monthly social gathering for all the expat volunteers from every organization including EWB. Since everything is so cheap by Canadian standards and I promised my mom that I’d bring her back a bunch of stuff, I filled my bags and then some. After that, the mini bus ride home was a little bit tricky. The next day, at the Sunday Market, which happens every week, there was just as much tourist stuff. Again I took the opportunity to fill my arms to the point where Raquel, Spencer and I had to cab home. The best point being when Spencer said how he likes shopping with me and Raquel because no matter how much money he spends, Raquel and I spend three times as much. We also had plans to go the National Agriculture Show in Lusaka on both Saturday and Sunday but keep procrastinating because of shopping. It’s a good thing we had one day left to make it.

Monday was the last day of the 5 day Agricultural Show in Lusaka. Raquel, Spencer and I hopped on the mini bus just outside Anna’s flat but it was doomed from the beginning. The bus we were on started going down the wrong road and driving away from the bus station. After a 20min or more detour we ended up at the wrong stop but close enough to walk to our bus transfer. We then got on a second bus that was supposed to take us to the show grounds. The bus filled up but as it was leaving the conductor said that the fee was 4 pin today instead of the usual 3.5 because it was a stat holiday (a difference of 10 cents). The entire bus was outraged to the point where everyone got off the bus and onto another that was going to the show grounds. We followed not wanted to be left behind. When we finally made it to the show grounds it was chaos. Being a girl in Zambia, you get used to men calling out to you “Sweet heart,” “Hey baby” or occasionally grabbing your arm but this was insanity. Spencer had a guy’s had in his pocket reaching for his phone, I had someone trying to take the sunglasses off my face and Raquel had a full boob grab with the comment “Ah, nice size.” The amount of people around grabbing and pulling us in different was so maddening and confusing that we fled as quickly as possible to the other side of the road. We started for the line to the Agricultural Show but it was massive! We searched for a better entrance with fewer people at all times keeping a hand on our stuff and an eye on someone else’s. It seems futile to fight our way though the line just to be robbed and molested so we settled on missing the show. This was really disappointing for me because I have spend so much time at Agric shows up till now and this particular show has been so built up I was sad to miss it. Also all of the MRI staff that I work with were there and I wouldn’t get to talk to them or help out. We then spent the rest of our day in the Market (again) but this time a real Lusaka market where we bought football jerseys and chitenge to the point where we couldn’t afford the 70cent bus ride home. Oh well it’ll be worth it when we get stuff made.


My Life as a YES (WO)MAN

When I was first leaving Saskatoon, 4 months seemed like a long time. I thought I would have time to see and experience everything I wanted to but the days are slowly slipping by and as work is getting busier, I realize I won’t get to see everything. When you have unlimited time to do things it’s easy to push things off to another weekend. For example, there are plenty of things that I want to do before I leave Saskatoon but still haven’t done. Since I have limited time left in Zambia, I can’t afford to say NO to any opportunity.

Commercial Block Show

I was informed about a block show being held at the Golf and Country Club in the Mkushi farm block on July 3rd and 4th just as I was leaving Lusaka (and yes there is a Golf and Country Club in the farm block). I knew of a couple Peace Corp people and a friend of mine from Lusaka going but I had no transport and it’s about 30km from Mkushi to the Club.

Option 1. Stay at home. I really didn’t need to go because it was unrelated to my work and I could spend a day relaxing at home after coming back from Lusaka.

Option 2. Hitch a ride there. I could take my chances hitchhiking because there is bound to be someone driving into the farm block.

So I took option 2. I was a little nervous about getting half way into the farm block and then not having a ride but I was pretty sure that wasn’t going to happen. I also didn’t exactly know my way there but I was pretty sure… So the morning of the 4th I walked into town looking for transport. I found a minibus that would drive me to the edge of the farm block for 15pin (he was really ripping me off) but I took the ride. 15km later I was walking down the gravel road to the farm block. No turning back now. After 20min of walking someone was driving by. I stuck my arm out and flapped my hand (the hitchhiking symbol in Zambia) and the truck pulled over. It was a woman who owns a shop in town that I’m good friends with.

“Stephanie! Where are you going!”

“Uhh, to the Country Club.”

“And you’re walking?”

“Well I was hoping to catch a ride.”

“Alright get in the back with the kids.”

I then jumped in the box of her truck and we started off to the Club, where she was luckily going anyways. When we got there she told me that she’d give me a ride into town when she was going home if I wanted. Awesome I had secured a ride home and had a really great time at the show.

In the back of the truck on the way to the show.

Kabwe

The Central Province Agricultural Show was being held in Kabwe the 9th and 10th of July. One of my coworkers, Steve, was in Northern Province and the Regional Manager, Kalunga, was going to the show in Kabwe. He asked if I want to come and I said sure! I didn’t have much planned for the weekend anyways and I hadn’t spent much time in Kabwe. The show was going relatively well on Saturday when I met a law student who lived in Kabwe but was studying in Lusaka. She invited me for lunch at her house on Sunday.

Option 1. No thanks. I’ll stay at the show all day Sunday and observe the stands that I had already seen or,

Option 2. Alright I’ll see you tomorrow.

I chose option 2 and said she could find me at the show the next day. I felt a little bit bad because I was ditching Kalunga to go for lunch but he was running the stand with a local shop in town so he’d manage. I wasn’t much good at giving advice to farmers anyways.  So on Sunday I went with this girl to her house that is on the other side of town. As her mom is driving, she tells me that she is a nurse in Kabwe and her husband is a school teacher. We had a lovely afternoon together and her family made an amazing lunch. Their house was also huge for Zambian standards. They even had a stove, flush toilet and shower. I got back to the show in the afternoon and find that I hadn’t missed much. Success.

The law student who invited me to her house for lunch.

Luapula

The following weekend (July 16th and 17th) the Central Province staff had been instructed to go to the Provincial Show in Mansa, Luapula Province. The distance is about 500km but the drive takes about 8 hours accounting for bad roads and frequent stops for… Well I don’t always know what the stops are for but we take them. Kalunga asked me if I wanted to come.

Option 1. Take the weekend off. I hadn’t had a day off since I got to Mkushi after being in Lusaka and we’d be cramming three people in the cab of a small truck or,

Option 2. Go to Luapula. When would I ever get to go there again?

I chose to go to Luapula. As I was telling my coach Joanne about my weekend plans her first reaction was, “Are you driving through the Congo?” I had no idea. After confirming with my coworkers that we weren’t, we packed up and left. Something I didn’t know is that on the way to Mansa you cross the longest bridge in Africa. The truck told us that it’s about 2.6-2.7km long going over the Luapula River.

Crossing the Luapula River.

We arrived in Mansa on Friday, found ourselves a guest house, and had a good rest before the show in the morning. The show was quite small with a lot of cooperative stands, but not a lot of cooperative member. This seems to be a trend at agric shows and is frustrating for private companies that thrive on farmers. We weren’t very optimistic about the show in the morning but as people started to roll in we attracted a lot of attention. Farmers were curious about MRI Seed because it was new in Luapula province last year. Farmers were given MRI seed through FISP (Federal Input Support Program) but disregarded it because of its small grain size. Some farmers even traded MRI seed for a lower grade seed that they were more familiar with. When harvest time came, those who planted MRI seed were having much higher yields than those who traded. This created some interesting tensions with farmers.

During the day, I saw another white girl wandering around the stands. She didn’t look like a Peace Corp so I figured that I’d investigate. She was from Finland with a small Finnish NGO based only in Luapula Province. She had signed on a two year contract along with two Kenyan men. We talked for a while then she invited me to a dinner she was having at her place where they were roasting a goat. I got her phone number and told her I’d get back to her.

At the show, it was good day for MRI. They had good promotion, a busy stand and happy farmers. Later that day Kalunga had arranged for a training with all the DACOs (District Agricultural Coordinating Officers) and Stockists. Steve and I packed up a treadle pump to the FTC (Farmer Training Center) to meet the DACOs. The training was scheduled for 3:00 and I was anxious because it was 3:05 and we were just leaving the show grounds. We’re going to be late! Turns out government employees show up at least an hour late. Panic for nothing. This training was also very successful generating interest in MRI products.

Steve showing the DACOs how to assemble a treadle pump.

It was about dinner time when I decided to send a text to my Finnish friend. I didn’t hear anything back from her so I decided to go for dinner with MRI guys. As I was about to order food I get a call. Her friends are in town and she was wondering if I needed a ride.

Option 1: Just have dinner with my coworker then go to bed early or,

Option 2: Go eat some goat meat expertly cooked by Kenyans.

By this point I think you can figure what I did. So I waited around for the Hilux with Finnish NGOs name on the side to come pick me up. I was expecting more of a rustic party but it was more like a classy dinner party. She had a nice place with an outdoor fireplace to cook the goat on and comfortable couches. The entire place was lit with candles and we sipped on gin and coke (there was no tonic in all of Mansa). All the guests there were very well traveled between America, South Africa and Europe, although most of them were Zambian by birth. I also discovered that they guys from Kenya were having just as much trouble with Bemba as I was. We were all scolded by the women from Mansa who attempted to teach us Bemba with little success.

Overall it was a great evening with good company and amazing food. It was nice to have something that wasn’t cooked in oil (the Kenyans also noted that people in Zambia use too much oil).

So my theory continues to prove its self, good things happen when you take opportunities and say YES. (Unless that means driving through the Congo…)

Fresh fish from the Luapula River.


Even the Peace Corps think I’m a Peace Corp

For those who aren’t familiar with Peace Corp, it’s an American NGO sponsored by the US Government that sends graduated university students for 27 months to do development work. Their strategy is a very “bottom up” approach where they work hard on integrating into the village lifestyle and are strongly encouraged to learn the local language.

Zambia is the country with the most Peace Corp officer with almost 200 volunteers. With those numbers, I have been running into them like crazy! I was told that there are almost 30 Peace Corps in my district alone and they all have some distinctive traits. Unfortunately I also have these traits and am commonly mistaken for a Peace Corp Volunteer (PCV) even by Peace Corps. Here’s why.

1.       I’m white.

2.       I ride a bike. Most of the white Zambians have vehicles so it’s only the Peace Corp people who ride bikes. It’s also their trademark form of transportation.

3.       I wear a helmet. It’s even come to the point that when I tell my coworker to wear a helmet he says he’ll look silly but when I ask if I look silly he says no all the white people wear them. The reason that all the Peace Corp people wear them is to set an example in the community but we’re really just sticking out more (although I wouldn’t go anywhere without my helmet because some drivers here are crazy).

4.       I carry around a large hiking backpack. Even when I don’t have a backpack I carry around a chitenge purse that I’ve never seen a local with. I thought about buying a large black purse to carry stuff around in but it doesn’t seem very me.

5.       I wear adventure pants or blue jeans. It’s true that many local girls wear trousers but I’ve never seen a Peace Corp person dressed up. If I continually wore dress cloths to work I might be more distinct but then I couldn’t ride my bike or carry my backpack and it just all falls apart from there.

6.       My accent is North American. The other white people around either have a white Zambian accent or a European accent.

7.       I hitchhike. Sorry it that’s unsafe but it happens. White Zambians usually have cars and I’ve never seen one hitching a ride. Peace Corps on the other hand prefer hitching a ride to minibuses. It’s cheaper and people don’t try to rip you off as much.

8.       I wear running shoes. Ya Zambians wear running shoes but they are usually some Chinese Nike rip off. Not many people are wearing legit running shoes.

9.       I wear sun glasses. Same thing as the running shoes.

10.   You can frequently find me in the market. White Zambians avoid the market. Even some of the Peace Corps avoid the market too. It can get kind of crazy with vendors getting you to buy things. Only the Peace Corps and I are crazy enough to fight our way through.

The kids that stare at me as I bike to and from work every day.


Bike to End Poverty

Here is a message from Alanna Howell, a Usask EWB Chapter member, who is doing a bike ride to raise money for EWB.

Dear Friends and Family,Do you have something that you are passionate about? Something that fundamentally drives your thoughts and your actions in hopes that you may positively affect the world around you?
 
For me, the work of Engineers Without Borders (EWB) is just that.

Over the past year as a member of the University of Saskatchewan chapter of EWB, my perspectives about international development have changed a lot.

Ten years ago,when EWB was founded by two University of Waterloo engineering students, EWB focused on providing appropriate technology to Africa’s rural poor. However, after sending volunteers overseas to implement projects, they discovered that many of the “developments” they were pushing were exactly what the local villages didn’t need or want. Today, EWB has evolved as an organisation that asks tough questions about the effectiveness of our work, employing creative solutions to the true problems inhibiting development. As an example, EWB has recently introduced a water point mapping tool (in the form of a computer spreadsheet) which aids in determining the location and functionality of water points in Malawi. In many cases, communities do not even know where water points have been built by international non-government organisations, and they feel little responsibility for maintaining them because they were not demanded by the community. By improving the functionality of existing water points, and determining where new ones are truly needed, water access can improve much more effectively.  Rather than considering Africans as helpless recipients of foreign aid, our approach to international development is unique in that our relationships with our African partners are based on respect, listening, and empathy.

Engineers Without Borders is in the business of building leaders, both in Canada and in Africa. We believe in investing in people as agents of change. I recently returned from the EWB western Canada retreat, and I have never been surrounded by so many supportive people and inspiring leaders. As a team leader for EWB’s youth engagement programs, I can clearly see how youth are being empowered every day just as I have been.

This summer, marathon teams all across Canada are participating in the Run to End Poverty to raise money for the work of EWB. After developing a running injury while training for my 10 km race, however, I decided to start my own campaign called Bike to End Poverty. Since June 1st, I have cycled 360 km on the Saskatchewan number 4 highway, with a goal of biking 500 km to raise $500 for the work of Engineers Without Borders before the end of the summer. I write to you in the hope that you will make a donation and support the work of EWB.  I find asking for money from friends and family is quite uncomfortable and I know many of you have organisations you donate to regularly.  So why am I doing it?  Because I believe that EWB’s work is immensely important.

Please visit my campaign profile and donation page here

Thank you for your support,
 
Alanna
 

I bamboo frame Zambike. The best way to get around in Africa.


Accident

Since I’ve come to Zambia, I’ve done a fair bit of traveling and it isn’t the most pleasant experience. Driving in Zambia is somewhat scary because you know that no one follows the speed limit and everyone is always trying to pass each other. When passing another vehicle, the driver relies on the vehicle in front to say when it’s a good time to pass; inside signal light means it’s not safe to pass, outside signal light means it’s safe to pass. This becomes especially dangerous on the road between Mkushi and Lusaka when there is semi-trailer traffic going between the capital and the Copperbelt Province. During my drives, I’ve seen a number of vehicles in the ditches. I’ve seen a couple of turned over semi-trailers, 2 crashed charter busses, and countless passenger vehicles left in the ditches. With the number of accidents I wondered what medical services are available for those in accidents. Today I asked my coworker, as we were driving, what happens when you get into a crash. He informed me that you just have to try and flag down someone driving by. When I asked if there were any ambulances he chuckled and said that you can call one, but they’ll probably tell you that they don’t have money for fuel and hang up. Later on we then got on the topic of the fire fighters. He told me that he’d heard of a fire fighter coming to the scene of an accident without an axe and had to ask around the village to find one just to get the victims out of the car.

Coming into a developing country you know that this is the sort of thing happens but it’s hard see a crashed vehicle and wonder when it crashed and if there are still people in it. For the average Zambian it’s easier to get a hearse to the scene of an accident than an ambulance.