Last Friday, Grant took me to see Mbala’s Moto Moto Museum of Zambian History. I know what you’re thinking – but ‘Moto Moto’ has nothing to do with cars, It actually means fire! It was great to learn more about traditional village life and about Zambia’s colonial history.
Traditional Zambian hunting gear.
Water storage container made from a single hollowed fruit and an iron smelter.
Pretty out-of-tune wooded xylophone.
Joel, his friend Tibias and I spent Friday night camping in the forest on the farm. It was super fun, and great for the guys, who love outdooring and survival, to test their skills.
Lynne was sick Friday night and unfortunately by Saturday night both Charley one of the Schaefer daughters and I also became ill. They both recovered by Tuesday but it’s taken me up until today to start feeling properly better. Thankfully it wasn’t anything bad but only a viral infection. Thank you to all for you prayers for health!
Yesterday a young guy called Tristan, the boyfriend of a friend of the Schaefer's, came to stay the night. He’s been road-tripping through Africa in his Nissan X-Trail for the last two months. Both him and I were super eager to see Kalambo Falls - Africa’s second highest single drop waterfall at 235m - so Grant and Lynne suggested the two of us visit it together with Joel as guide, and stay at Isanga Bay for a night!
Truly Beautiful! We even hopped across the river into Tanzania for a bit. Sssssh!
Later at Isanga Bay, over our chicken and rice braai, Tristan and I got to know each other better and I asked him about his spiritual/religious beliefs. It turns out he studied psychology and philosophy for three years at uni in Australia and knows a fare bit about popular religious and eastern philosophies.
He believes in Pantheism – where there’s a little bit a ‘god’ or a higher spiritual force in everybody and everything and each person can find their own equally legitimate way to spiritual enlightenment or ‘god’. It was great to discuss and listen to his views and to tell him about what I believe and why. I also put some questions to him about Jesus and His claims about Himself. Even though he dodged and explained away a lot of what I said, I’m so stocked how God gave me supernatural courage and compassion to speak the truth to him. God rewards our boldness, His spirit does the rest. I’m confident that what God sewed into his heart last night will will not be wasted!
As Nicoline walked us out of the campsite we saw a curious flash of dark fur on the beach. We all stared in amazement – it was the wild cat that lives on the point. Dirk and Nicoline have known about it for years but no one has ever seen one at the Lodge before. It looked like a large house cat/jennet with fluffy stripped black and white tail and blotchy brown black fur. What a great privilege!
