We are coming towards the end of the rainy season here in Zambia. The rains generally start late October/early November and people are so relieved when they come. It is a God send for so many in a country where the main livlihood is farming. I never hear any complaints about the rain, despite people getting soaked as they walk with no waterproofs. You see the occasional umbrella but often its simply a plastic bag on the head or a refuse sack draped over someone.
The compounds are largely made up of sand roads so when the rains come these roads literally turn into rivers! This reminds me of a great time visiting our friend Obet’s family home.
When we arrived all was dry yet within minutes the heavens opened. All I could hear was the rain pounding on the metal tin roof. We were all cosy inside eating yummy nshima and chicken.
As soon as the rains came, Obet’s mum raced to put two empty buckets outside on the step. I wasnt sure why to start with and then realised she was collecting water. Which makes total sense considering she normally has to walk to the pump to get the government water, pay and queue with others doing the same. When I looked outside, there were buckets everywhere…neighbours all doing the same. I think in the next half an hour she must have collected six full buckets!! Obet showed me the well he built in the garden which they also use to collect water. They use the water in the well for bathing.
Obets front yard had become a mini lake!! When we finally left between down pours of rain we had to wade through water up to our knees!! Great memories and a wonderful day!
Oh by the way do you know what they call wellies in Zambia…..gum boots!!
I guess that makes more sense than the English word ‘wellies’!
Have a great weekend
Han and guys x