|Tracey hoeing the maize field|
Standing side by side with old Bernard cracking open clods of sun-baked earth with a huge hoe is a memory I will forever cherish. He speaks very little English and can’t see a thing, so communication is tricky, but he loves to laugh and from what I can make out it’s mostly making fun of his friends.
|Hoeing with Bernard|
|washing the chicken feeders|
Next we had to wash all the plastic chicken feeders – with only the central farm tap and a ball of wirewool nabbed from one of the ladies washing up bowls! Note to self: Wire wool and hands covered in raw open blisters don’t mix well – agony is not the word. It was at this point Tracey said she would take hoeing any day!
|starting a circle|
Veronica was first in as usual and some more new ladies arrived to learn. Word had got round and although Veronica was teaching a different stitch and confusing some of the newbies, it was great to have someone who spoke Njanja to ease the pressure. The afternoon was a roaring success and another set of Zambians walked out of the classroom clutching their work and sporting broad smiles all the way down the lane. This is what we came for… and it feels amazing.
|Boodle class with a very happy Veba|