Tue 12 Jul 2011
That awkward moment when you can’t think of a title for your blog post
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In my previous post, I promised to write something more about the experience and the culture of being here, but I’ve been finding it particularly difficult to distil my disjointed thoughts down to anything meaningful. Nevertheless, here are some thoughts so far.
Time
Prior to coming over, I went through a whole bunch of training material with SIM Australia, talking about the Zambian culture and various things that can cause tension for people doing this sort of work. One of the things highlighted was the difference between a people oriented culture and an event oriented culture. A simple example of people oriented culture is that, when heading to a meeting, if you run into someone you know, it is more important to acknowledge the person and spend time with them than it is to attend the meeting on time. Acknowledgement is quite a big thing. Normally, I would be fairly shy and often not say hello to a stranger unless they’d said hello to me. However, through the readings, I realised that this would be interpreted as me not valuing that person, so I’ve been making an extra effort to say hello to most people who I meet. It’s been surprising how warmly this has been received, and people look so very different when their face opens up in a smile. I think that during my previous time in Kenya, I’d probably misinterpreted the people as being unfriendly and, as a result, had come across as being quite rude myself.
The other side to this orientation is that you need to be pretty flexible in terms of deadlines and expectations. When something is scheduled for 9, it will often start at 9.30. It would be easy to get upset about this, but when you consider the hardships that many people go through, I think it’s easier to readjust our expectations. Not everyone has a car and they may be at the mercy of whatever transport is available, if they’re not walking.

A street in Solwezi, the closest town, about 200km from the hospital
There is a wonderful rhythm to life here that I don’t think I fully appreciated when last in the region. Things just happen, even though it initially looks a bit chaotic. Life is adaptive rather than planned. However, it does mean that life is much more ‘in the moment’ and death is a lot more present. I attended a staff meeting at the theological college here and, rather than starting with all of their current work duties, the meeting started with each person sharing about how their family was and any health issues. Someone shared how a family member had fallen off a truck whilst going to market. When people pray for travelling mercies here, they really mean it. Road traffic accidents seem to be relatively common.
Music
The music has been just incredible. I’ve captured a bunch of different sound files on my phone but I can’t upload them currently. In a couple of the churches I’ve visited so far, they’ve had hymn books (in both English and the local languages), and started by asking for suggestions from the congregation. Someone will say ‘number 242′ or some other number, and then someone will lead with the first line from that particular song. By the end of the second line, most of the congregation has joined in with a resounding wall of song, it’s quite incredible and the joy it brings to the participants is remarkable.
Choir at an outdoor church service
Food and being a ‘local’
The staple food here is nshima (see below), a food with a consistency something like mashed potatoes, made from maize meal. It’s often eaten with an accompaniment of cabbage and chicken or fish. It’s eaten with only the right hand, which takes a bit of getting used to, but I actually really enjoyed it (in moderation!). I’m not sure how I’d go if I had to eat it for pretty much every meal, as most locals do.
From Wikipedia - Nshima (top right corner) with three relishes
On a similar note, I’ve been reflecting lately on whether it really is possible to live as a local in places where we serve. This was kind of triggered when a missionary who’s been here over 30 years said that, although people often say that she’s a Zambian, she knows she’s not and never will be.
My current thinking is that being a ‘local’ is probably not entirely possible, and also not necessarily desirable. Like anywhere, there is a wide range of different local lifestyles here, some of which vary according to wealth. I’m never going to look like a local here, I’d always stand out as someone different, and I’m not particularly keen on sleeping on the floor, eating only Zambian food and trying to adjust my stomach to drinking local water. Furthermore, there are certain things that I’ve grown accustomed to in my 35 years that I’m rather fond of and which help me navigate life. Nevertheless, if these realities are acknowledged, I think it is still possible to be mostly happy and work effectively and respectfully as an expatriate. It’s kind of obvious when I write it down, but it’s been something of a revelation to me.
Ok, that’s all for now. Just on the bus returning from Victoria Falls where my highlight was having our small boat chased by a hippo. I’ll write more about that shortly.











