The First Hundred

I am slowly settling in to life in Ndola.


Let’s keep in mind, it has been about 100 hours since I was picked up by a couple I had never before met, traveled to a nearby mall to purchase a Zambian Sim card and have a spot of tea and was then transported to the home of another couple I had never before met to spend my first night in Zambia since I decided to make it my home for the next two years.


Following that first night, I trekked (via truck) the Zambian countryside with my newfound friends and neighbors, moved into my home,¬†Lifespring Farmpicked up my car and started to learn/remember my way around town. It’s early in my process, but here are a few things I am learning:

1. Drive on the right side… of the car, the left side of the road.

2. Mosquito nets are great for mosquitos. Outside of mosquito season, though, they are also great for protecting me from whatever is behind the noises of tiny little feet that rustle around the extremities of my bedroom.

a. Raid can be a beautiful thing.

b. “They are the good kind of bugs, and the scary spiders will only come later, just before the rain.”

3. Grocery stores are always the same wherever you go – sometimes you end up wandering around trying to figure out what you are going to end up eating and you wind up leaving with a cart full of boxed soup and cereal.


4. Nightly routine: brush teeth, wash face, boil enough water for the next day plus more just in case the power goes out.


5. Never, never, never leave your chocolate out of the refrigerator. You can protect your chocolate against the ants, you cannot keep it from the heat.


6. Don’t fight the sweat. It’s going to happen. Always.


That’s the first 100 hours. In the coming days and weeks, I have the feeling I am going to be in over my head with life and work and the women and children we work with – all things far more serious than my inability to cook for myself in a foreign country. But I am in the VERY early stages of building a foundation of what it looks like for me to live in Ndola. And, just like the roadways around my new city, it can be a bumpy ride.


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