zambia and love

"we are made of love, and every fracture caused by the lack of it"

sleeping at last, needle and thread

zambia welcomed me with a thick humidity, a shining sun, and wind that whipped my hair around. my flights seemed to take forever but they went very well. i wished to spend some time exploring kenya as i had a layover there but i've decided that next year i will take a trip to kenya to hike mt. kilimanjaro and explore a bit more of africa.

i am staying in a beautiful house with a friend, cheruzgo, whose family recently moved to lusaka, zambia's capital city. his father is the u.n. ambassador for zambia and is a little intimidating. very smart and highly respected. i felt like maybe i should have read up on some things before starting a conversation with him. it's been nice to have a place to rest before traveling again tomorrow to kitwe and luanshya where all those i love and cherish will be. cheruzgo's house has a swimming pool that i used for some time this afternoon. so refreshing. africa knows how to keep the weather warm while the water is cool. you can't find this in arizona, it's perfect. i think i got a little color on my skin too, which is much needed now that i see the contrast between my skin and those around me here. quite pasty.

it's a strange transition, going from italy to africa and i'm still trying to believe that i am actually in africa. maybe this was the perfect resting place to help the transition be a little easier to have a shower and nice bed before i go to the townships. i've been trying to push down that little feeling of anxiety that has been trying to rise up within my chest, reminding me of the baggage and weight that africa has held. i don't think i prepared myself fully for coming, and maybe that's ok. sometimes, actually most times i over think things, maybe it was good to just not think about it until i got here. i may not have come otherwise. but it's beautiful. everything green and alive, sun shining brightly, warming my skin. oh, and the trees. i love the trees in africa, so much.

i'm a little sick, but last night cheruzgo, who i may now refer to as ginger, made me a concoction of ginger root and coca cola, of all things. we cut the ginger and boiled it in the coke and then drank the strong biting mixture to good health. i think it was helpful but i might be eating more of that ginger to ensure health returning.

i feel that i'm rambling....

god is good. he has done great things for me, and he continues to bless me every day. i pray that i would acknowledge him more, that i would love him more, and that i would believe him more. trust, more. amen.