Where did the time go? It's now July 1st and I'm sitting in the Heathrow, London airport waiting to fly to Toronto on my way home from Zambia. I am terribly sorry that I haven't kept my blog up to date, the internet in Choma was extremely slow and I was very busy. So I'll write a few things, because keeping you updated with everything would be like a novel for you to read.

First, the teachers came back for the last 2 weeks of my stay. It was good to see them again and to have a more managable work load. However, I learned a positive from the whole deal, the 5 teachers that taught through out became my close friends. They would show me around town and take me to some sketchy parts. There was one time we saw this traditional dancer who would chase after the children and the children would chase after him. The teachers were a bit scared of this dancer, they feared that he would beat them for being with a makua (white person). So we hid behind a house so the dancer wouldn't see us. What an adventure.

The last Friday of school for me, was games. All the children were excited that they didn't have to wear their uniforms to school. The teachers had a luncheon for me of chicken, nshima, soup. One of the men, even made me a cake in the shape of a Canadian flag saying Farewell Kristen on it. The school gave me 2 chitanges (fabric that the women use to make outfits, as aprons, to carry babies...) and we did a bit of a traditional dance together as a farewll tradition.

I have much more to write, but right now, I should make sure I'm in the right spot to catch my plane in 1 hour. So I will see some of you very soon.

Leza amuleleke,
God Bless,

Chileleko