Thursday, December 25, 2014

witchcraft

I don't even know where to start.

The chief over my area is Chief Citina. Something happened where he lost his stick thing that normally kings hold in like the old days in Europe. Here in Zambia it is a stick with a cow's tail attached. Usually, the chief will carry it everywhere with himself so everyone know that he is a chief.

Well, my chief lost his. I don't know how or why or when. Long story. These 3 men found it and were dubbed the official witch hunters of the land. They convinced the chief there is witchcraft in the land that needs to be dealt with. He totally agreed. The chief has now sent these 3 men out village by village to clear all witchcraft.

Fast forward a bit.

The witch hunters moved into my village. One literally moved in next door and the others were in spitting distance. They came to clear all the witch craft from my village. I don't think anyone in my village even thought that witch craft was a problem until they came.

I don't really know what else to say about it. Here I go:

One of the witch hunters thought I would make a nice wife and wouldn't leave me alone for a little bit. Peace Corps Safety and Security came in to set him straight really quickly. My Bataata with PC backing him up really sprung into action. The witch doctor didn't talk to me at all after that.

I don't really know exactly what the witch hunters would do but it was a big show. People would walk from kilometers away to come see. They had a table set up with things under the table cloth. They would catch evil spirits from the sky and burn them with their devices. Heavens knows what was going on.  I tried to avoid it as much as possible.

I do know that it was a money making scheme. If a person was caught as a "witch" or a "wizard"... they had to pay 50 kwatcha, a goat and 2 bags of maize, Aint nobody got that. You could pay 10 kwatcha just to have them double check to see if you had powers.

As you probably saw on my Facebook they said they found voodoo dolls in my village. There was two that I saw. I guess when they captured the voodoo dolls. they were alive. So to kill a voodoo doll...  you drown it in water with voodoo doll killing medicine and then burn it. Of course! That is how I kill all my voodoo dolls. I guess when voodoo dolls are alive the witches or wizards use them to kill people or do bad things. Yup.


Another thing the witch hunters found in my village was a 7 ton snake. They were the only ones who saw the snake but... boy, does everyone believe that it is there.

But now they are gone. The witch hunters have left and probably took all the money my villagers have saved up for years. I am happy things are back to normal. 

happy holidays



This Christmas season has been a weird one. As I sit here on Christmas Day, I feel far from my family. Zambia is far from America. That is a fact. I don't think anyone will argue with me on that one. 

This week I have reflected a lot. I have honestly had some really horrible days this week which made me rethink life in Zambia. Why am I here? Is it worth it? What am I doing? All those wonderful questions. This experience is amazing but like everyone says, "You have to have the downs to know the ups." 

Here I am in the midst of one of my downs. My family is in America. My PCV friends are in far other places of the country or Malawi. 

I would donate my leg to have been woken up by my little sisters at 3:30 AM this morning to see what Santa brought but I am here instead. Instead Santa gave me the opportunity of a lifetime to serve the people of Zambia. 

Sometimes it feels like it sucks. My brain hurts from Bemba. My legs hurt from walking or riding my bike for 19384 kilometers. My soul aches for comfort of family. I am tired of being the mzungu harassed by drunk men. 

But it all comes full circle. 

I can communicate with the people in my village better now. I can walk and ride farther. I have found solace in the family I have been given and created in the village. I will always be the mzungu but if I wear and citengue and speak Bemba... all the sudden I am less of a mzungu and more of a local. 

As much as I really wanted to be home for Christmas and surrounded by people I love, I am so beyond grateful to be in Zambia. The more it rains here, the more it looks like paradise. As I continue this journey I hope to remember these words from President Holland. 

“Therefore, let not your hearts faint. … Mine angels shall go up before you, and also my presence, and in time ye shall possess the goodly land.” 1What goodly land? Well, your goodly land. Your promised land. Your new Jerusalem. Your own little acre flowing with milk and honey. Your future. Your dreams. Your destiny. I believe that in our own individual ways, God takes us to the grove or the mountain or the temple and there shows us the wonder of what His plan is for us. We may not see it as fully as Moses or Nephi or the brother of Jared did, but we see as much as we need to see in order to know the Lord’s will for us and to know that He loves us beyond mortal comprehension. I also believe that the adversary and his pinched, calculating little minions try to oppose such experiences and then try to darken them after they happen.” – Elder Jeffrey R. Holland 

Happy Holidays. Come visit. Come one. Come all. 
My door is wide open. 

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Giving Thanks

I just wanted to reflect on what I am thankful for this holiday season in Zambia.

1. Clean water
2. My electric toothbrush
3. Zambia
4. Strong legs
5. My family in America
6. Culture exchange
7. Movies
8. My hut
9. That my dog died and who I met because of it.
10. The Texcele Family
11. Faith
12. Rain. Lots of rain.
13. The ability to read.
14. My American citizenship.
15. Solar energy powered deceives.
16. The natural ombre way the sand is on the roads.
17. Trees.
18. Mango season.
19. Children.
20. Bemba and speaking it.
21. My pupils.
22. The ability to have phone data.
23. My BYUI educational experience.
24. My dad.
25. Sleep.
26. Music for every mood.
27. Food.
28. The smell of rain.
29. The kids who are excited to fetch my water.
30. My bike.
31. Ulupwa yandi and how they protect me.
32. Airplanes.
33. Modern technology.
34. Knowing how to swim.
35. Mikunku Basic School.
36. Nalgene water bottles.
37. My experiences in Kenya.
38. Knowing English.
39. Being Mormon.
40. Good hair days.
41. My freedom.
42. The PCVs of Central Province.
43. Kasamwa Village.
44. My mom.
45. Straight teeth.
46. This experience.
47. My sisters (maybe brother in-law too).
48. WhatsApp.
49. Food.
50. You. (Thanks for everything)