Emma Chase works for the micro-finance institution MicroLoan Foundation and
is currently spending three months volunteering in Zambia, where she is
helping to set up the partnership between MicroLoan Foundation and
Lendwithcare. She has been writing about her time in Zambia in three previous blog posts ("Home away from home", "Muddy bricks and trainers" and "If it had wheels, I travelled on it!") and here is her fourth installment. This is a re-post from the MicroLoan Foundation.
It’s 17.00 and we’ve had a power cut, and no water, since 9 a.m. It’s a daily occurrence and I thought I would take the opportunity to describe to you all what life here is like; my day-to–day routine.
It’s 17.00 and we’ve had a power cut, and no water, since 9 a.m. It’s a daily occurrence and I thought I would take the opportunity to describe to you all what life here is like; my day-to–day routine.
I wake on average between 5
and 5.30 a.m in time with the sun, to the illusive clanging of metal somewhere
nearby; I’ve tried, and failed, to identify its source, and purpose! Once up I
pour myself a cup of water, boiled the previous night, and say good morning to
my resident spiders – I think they are a family as this past week I’ve seen
half a dozen small spiders – and they entertain me with a dance around the
room.
On the way to work – Smog and poverty
I am accustomed to life here
- as I navigate my way along the side of roads, jumping out of the way when a
car speeds past hooting me to move, I forget that I am many miles away from
home, where life is so different. I join men in smart suits (yes, suits when it
is 37degrees!) walking to work, children being taken to school by elder
siblings, girls and boys with music blaring from their phones walking with the
arrogance of youth, men sweeping the leaves and dead flowers away from a
government building, cattle on a walk, a man on his bike with a wellington on
his left and a flip flop on his right, three cyclists each carrying two dead
goats on the backs of their bikes, holding my breath as passing vehicles emit
large plumes of dark smoke – oh wait! Not so different after all.