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Rural Leaders ― a Travel Log Vol. 12

We are sharing with you a series of travel logs written by ARI staff member Steven, who visited Africa in August.
On this day, just at the turn of the trip, they step into the next country, Malawi!
Let’s get started on our trip to Africa!

【An African journey to visit ARI graduates, Day 13】

Sister Esther at the Chikungu Mission
Today is the day we cross the border into Malawi. Kai is pretty excited about this because he has never crossed an international land border. That would be hard to do from Japan! But before heading there, we spent some time with Sr. Esther to learn more about Chikungu Mission. Judy commented how Catholic mission stations in rural areas tend to be quite good. They obtain a large amount of land and start by building a hospital and a school, and of course, a church. Thinking over the few Catholic mission stations I have visited in Africa, I believe her observation to be true.

Unfortunately, Kai woke up with a sore throat and a fever but was delighted to find all the best things to treat these symptoms at the breakfast table – honey, ginger, citrus jams, and tea and a nice bowl of steaming hot mushroom soup. Breakfast conversation turned to the drought and Esther said that for the moment this area is not much effected, but “in two months people will be crying.” Judy shared that in her place, Kanakantapa, people line up from 1:00 AM to get a bag of mielie meal (corn flour). If the rains don’t come again this season they will need foreign aid, but “that aid never reaches the people.” Those in charge ensure it is first distributed to their own families and tribe / political party members. (Whole tribes are often affiliated with one party). However, in Chongwe, where EDF is located, there is a very strong chief who makes sure the handouts go out quickly and fairly, because “she doesn’t want to see her people suffer.” I didn’t realize that it is common for a woman to become chief, but the position is hereditary so if there are no sons, it will go to the daughter. This Chongwe chief seems to have quite a bit of power, as she will call the politicians to meet with her one by one!

Esther and one Priest (whose name I forgot, so sorry!) took us for a tour of the compound. The Chikungu Mission was established in 1985 and has two centers. One is a catechist training center (a catechist is like an assistant to a priest). The last group of catechists completed their two-year program a month ago, and the Mission is now interviewing for the next group. 20 catechists are trained at a time, including men and women. When a woman is accepted, her husband has to sign an agreement that he understands this training is for her, and he is meant to take a support role. Trainees come with their families and family housing is provided along with plots of land that they can farm for their needs. The spouse who is not studying can find employment in town, but they often choose to work the provided land. Trainees are also given time off to farm when needed. They grow maize, ground nuts, sunflowers, and soybeans and Esther assists them with farming advice. The children attend the nearby primary and secondary schools.

The other main facility is a Pastoral Care Center which is used for conferences, meetings and planning sessions. There is also a chapel, offices, and several classrooms. Esther was eager to show us the Mission’s gardens. I’m not sure if these are Esther’s initiative or a Mission project, but either way, she wanted us to see how sustainable farming is an integral part of life in the Mission Station.

Another one of John’s footprints
We departed mid-morning and began making our way down the dusty road toward Chipata. If this were the rainy season, the roads would be vastly different, impassable, as some parts ford flowing rivers (which are dry at the moment). On passing a cassava field, Judy noted how Casava is more drought tolerant. You can make nshima from casava, but people prefer maize. Kai asked why people want metal roofs rather than grass roofs, and it was explained that they are sturdier and more waterproof. Grass roofs last about five years. Since we were there in the dry season, the value of a metal roof was not so obvious, but when the rains come, I’m sure it becomes clear. When a family gets a little extra income, the first thing they get is a metal roof. As we passed by a place called Mazimoyo (water life), John told us that he had once been a pastor there. It seems as if John has touched all parts of Zambia in his long and giving life.

Lots of Sisters – don’t get confused!
When we reached Chipata (our final city in the east of Zambia), we stopped in at the Chipata Mission to meet with the Head of the Order of the Good Shepherd Sisters. This town is famous for a large colonial time s church called St. Anne’s Cathedral. The Sister Superior General was in a meeting, so we talked with Sr. Florence Kapende instead. Priscilla had been stationed in the Chipata Mission until February of 2024, and this is where she was when she went to ARI. Sr. Florence was quick to point out that Priscilla was doing farming here. “She has implemented what she learned in ARI, and she is very particular in organic farming.” She also started raising poultry and pigs, using the manure as compost. Priscilla was always ready to share with others and formed a group of women farmers from the town. She handed all her activities over to the mission when she left. Sister Florence described Priscilla as an active organic farmer, whereas Esther is more small scale. The meeting concluded with Sr. Florence providing her contact information and agreeing that it might be good to send more sisters from their order to ARI. By the way, you may have noticed that I don’t prefix Priscilla or Esther with a “Sr.” This is because at ARI we didn’t use it, so I’m just continuing with what feels natural to me.

The Hungry Lion
Our last requirement in Chipata was to eat lunch at the Hungry Lion, a fast-food chicken chain (like KFC) with stores all over the country. Kai and I had been wanting to try it since the day we arrived, but for one reason or another we always had to put it off and today was our last chance. There are no branches in Malawi. We checked! It was delicious! The chicken was fresh, and the place was very clean. Prices were reasonable for me, but I think they are on the high side for the average Zambian, so eating here is a special treat. Still, they seem to have no shortage of customers! Unfortunately, Kai was still not well and couldn’t enjoy it, though he had waited so long. Next door was a pharmacy, so we dropped by for some meds. Oh, and one quick observation about Chipata is that the motorcycle taxis were mounted with big umbrellas, something I had not seen in other places!

Into Malawi we go
The border crossing went smoothly. Only Kai had a longish wait to process his visa. MacDonald was there waiting for us with his car and helped us change money to Malawi Kwacha. We said our goodbyes to John and Judy, and they circled back to Zambia to visit Judy’s father, who lives in the Chipata area. He is 103 years old. Or was it 104? We will be seeing John and Judy again at the conference in Lilongwe in about a week!

Before the European colonists drew their arbitrary borders, East Zambia and Central Malawi were one tribe. They still are one tribe with a common language, called Nyanja in Zambia and Chichewa in Malawi. It is one and the same language with only some differences in accent.

An erratic introduction to Malawi
Derived from random chats in the car with MacDonald One of the first things you will notice in Malawi is the excessive number of policemen. Checkpoints are everywhere and they will search your car for any possible excuse to fine you. According to Mac, this is how the government (or maybe just the politicians) get a big portion of their revenue, and the police are even given quotas for fine collections! There also happens to be a loooot of goats wandering around the sides of the roads, and on the roads (be careful!), and so I asked Mac which are more plentiful, the police or the goats. He laughed and said he really didn’t know. Collecting wood for charcoal is illegal in Malawi, but only creating laws doesn’t seem very effective in solving the root problems of deforestation. This means that you see less people selling charcoal on the roadsides than in Zambia and when the police decide to do something about it, those policemen just take it to another location and sell it themselves.

A few other notable roadside sightings were two men painted all in white. Mac called them Masquerades. They wear animal masks and consider themselves to be the spirits of beasts. If I understood correctly, they are capable of wearing masks that look like your own face – freaky. These fellows used to dance and sometimes beat people (why?), but not so much nowadays, as they will be arrested for that. Next, we saw a couple of guys holding puppies high up for passersby to see. Puppies for sale, Malawi style! They were super cute and of a specific breed, not just common village dogs.

Malawi has a population of 20 million and Zambia is 26 million. Although Malawi is much smaller than Zambia, and has a higher population density, its land is being sold to the Chinese, Indians, and people in Burundi, Rwanda, and the DRC. Ninety percent of the people are subsistence farmers dependent on rain. Though Lake Malawi spans almost the entire length of the country, there is very little irrigation, so when the rains are scarce, the crops fail. The main cash crop is tobacco for export. Good for the Malawians that I saw almost nobody smoking!

Islam is older than Christianity here, brought by Arab slave traders. Mosques are all around and my first morning in Malawi I was awakened early by the call to prayer. The first Christians were the Anglicans, arriving in 1861.

MacDonald, the first ARI participant from Malawi
MacDonald is an Anglican priest currently assigned to the diocese of Malindi on the eastern shores of Lake Malawi. His real name is Fr. Njala Banda. Well, even that is not his full name. I saw the full version written once somewhere and it included lots of other names, letters, and apostrophes, and looked very impressive, but I think I am just going to stick with MacDonald…or Mac…sometimes maybe Njala. If you want to know how he got the name MacDonald, let me know and I’ll ask him. He is the first Participant to come to ARI from Malawi (in 2010), recommended by his Bishop at the very last minute, when another candidate suddenly withdrew. I’m proud to say that I was a part of that happening, because MacDonald opened a path to ARI that has been followed by more than a dozen more Malawian Rural Leaders!

Pulling apart and pulling back together
That very same Bishop has since been excommunicated from the church. There is a long and painful drama behind this, which deeply affected MacDonald and sent a split through the whole church. I’ll spare you the details, but the long, drawn-out incident had deep repercussions in congregations across the land. Parishioners were divided into those who supported the bishop and those who were against him. Some members spent weeks in prison because they had been reported against by fellow members. After the excommunication of the bishop, MacDonald was sent to the Malindi parish, where there were deep rifts, with many members of the congregation having been arrested, due to the situation described above. People were full of anger and hatred, vowing never to return or never to speak to a fellow church member again. MacDonald had a lot of work to do to bring healing here and he started by talking one by one to those who had spent time in prison. Then he talked to other members of the congregation and preached sermons of unity and forgiveness. He spoke of how they are one people of one community. They cannot divide themselves for the sake of following a single person, an outsider, like the bishop. Even MacDonald is an outsider, but this congregation, this is their home and their family. These are some of the things he told me he said, but I am sure I am not getting it very complete. Within a month, however, all the people returned, and the church became united and active again.

Now there is a new bishop, whom we met a few days later. When the list of names to consider for the new bishop was being composed, MacDonald’s name was included. However, when Mac found out about it, he asked for it to be erased. Firstly, he did not want it to appear that he had designs to become bishop, as was claimed by the ex-communicated bishop. Secondly, since he was actively associated with one side in the conflict, he felt his appointment would only deepen the chasm in the church and he would not be able to provide the healing that was needed. It seems as if this issue is behind everyone now and let us hope this is truly the case and a new chapter has started.

We had planned to drive all the way to Salima near lake Malawi, but because of Kai’s condition we stopped for the night in Lilongwe, Malawi’s capital city, so we could all have a good rest, and Kai could visit a hospital the next morning. Tomorrow will be the true start of our Malawi adventures!

Written by Steven Cutting (Graduate Outreach Coordinator)
Travelling with Kai Shinoda (Admissions and Recruitment Coordinator)

Click here to read the series of articles

Vol.0 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Prologue】

Vol.1 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 1-2】 

Vol.2 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 3】

Vol.3 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 4】

Vol.4 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 5】

Vol.5 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 6】

Vol.6 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 7】

Vol.7 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 8】

Vol.8 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 9】

Vol.9 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 10】

Vol.10 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 11】

Vol.11 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 12】

Vol.12 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 13】<== Now, you’re here

Vol.13 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 14】To Be Continued …

Rural Leaders ― a Travel Log Vol. 11

We are sharing with you a series of travel log written by ARI staff member Steven, who visited Africa in August.
They will begin a new journey to the east, to the next destination, Malawi!
The daily lives of the people of Zambia that they saw along the way were lively and inspiring.
Let’s get started on our trip to Africa!

【An African journey to visit ARI graduates, Day 12】

The Great East Road across Zambia
Zambia is a wide country and today’s plan was to drive across a big chunk of it, heading east all the way to the border of Malawi. Along the way we would stop and visit two ARI graduates, both of them Sisters in the Catholic Church.
We did well with our start time, especially for Kai who is not a morning guy. Aiming for 4:00 AM we departed at 4:50 AM. I’m extremely grateful to Judy and John driving us all of these hundreds of kilometers. They said they love to travel so they are also enjoying the trip, but honestly, it would have been very difficult to do this without them! Thank you, John and Judy. It has been an awesome trip!

Memorable experiences along the route included seeing a truck in flames on the side of the road (no idea what happened there), chickens running around the gas stations, and a searing red African sun rising directly out of the road in front of us. We stopped for photos at the majestic “Tree of Fortune,” called a Mubuyu tree locally. I think it was a Baobab, but it looked somewhat different from other Baobabs I have seen, maybe because it is super old? Just before we crossed the bridge into the Eastern Province, we stopped to buy some local “Masau” Fruits. This spot was a popular resting point for travelers and there were dozens of bustling roadside stands. The ones selling woven baskets caught my eye, so we made a couple of purchases there as well.

Back in the car, Judy shared another story. Although she has lived in Kanakantapa for more than 20 years, only Yesterday, did she find out the meaning its name. The settlement is christened after a small river that flows through it, and that river used to have crocodiles in it. So, in the local language, Kanakantapa means baby crocodile. There are none there now, but there was a time when mothers had to warn their kids about them, which is how it got its name.

Sister Priscilla at the Nyimba Parish
A short while after crossing the bridge we turned off the main road at the town of Nyimba and made our way to the Our Lady of Fatima Roman Catholic Parish at Nyimba. Here we met Sister Priscilla (2018 ARI Graduate), a nun serving in the order of the Good Shepheard Sisters. The first thing she showed us was her garden, which was completely enclosed in fencing, with a roof and a locked door, to keep the monkeys from devouring everything. The place was packed with tomatoes and other veggies, all planted in bags, to conserve water. The unbelievable thing was that she had started this garden only about five months ago. Around March of this year, she had been transferred from her previous post in Chipata. Chipata was where she was serving when she went to ARI, and she spoke of the livelihood projects she had started with the congregation there. One of these was a gardening group of 20 women and a couple of men. The harvest came to their homes, and that which they sold, they sold to each other to keep their money within the community. That group is still going, even without Priscilla there, which is a great indicator of successful leadership.

As a parish sister she works six days a week, with only Mondays off and an occasional hour here and there to care for her garden. Her other responsibilities include visiting the sick, receiving congregation members for planning weddings and other functions, going to outstations to prepare for Sunday mass, and the ever-present office duties. She works together with two other nuns, and one novice (nun in training), all of them new to this place. Of the three priests stationed here, only one, Fr. Taunge, was around. Under Pricsilla’s tutelage, he also keeps a large garden where no chemicals are used. For fertilizer, he wraps manure from pigs, cows, and goats in a big piece of canvas and soaks it in a drum of water for a week. He then provides the plants with this water. I also saw black village chickens and doves. I was told the doves are here as symbols of peace, but I believe that at some point, they will end up in a cooking pot. The producers of the manure must be around somewhere, but I didn’t see them. They also run a bakery down at the local market. Oh, and I have to mention the cement towel flowerpots which I thought were super cool, but won’t even attempt to describe. Please take a look at the photo!

The drought hit the Nyimba area hard. The rain started and then stopped right after the people had applied fertilizer to the maize, so it all just dried up. Honestly, I haven’t seen any signs of hunger, so I am assuming it is more among the subsistence farmers in the villages. Or maybe I just don’t know where to look, or how to see. The Nyimba Church kitchens seemed to be doing fine. They served us a hearty lunch, which was joined by all the sisters.

Getting transferred every 3-5 years is a matter of course for the sisters and priests and for nearly all clergy and church workers I have encountered through ARI. Rather than feeling sad about leaving her previous post, I got a sense of excitement from Sister Priscilla for the chance to plant something new. In Chipata she left a thriving garden and a thriving group that kept it growing. Immediately when she arrived in Nyimba she got busy planting again – first a garden, to be followed by a new group. I could feel her living faith entwined with her living garden all working together in her unending service to God.

Runaway cattle cart
One thing I forgot to mention is that this road, the Great East Road, is in much better condition than the Great North Road to Kitwe. It has not (yet) been destroyed by heavy trucks and some parts were recently re-paved, so we could really zoom! As we passed by one village, John made a random comment that the chief there refused to wear clothes! In a couple of hours, we reached the Chiwoko substation (not sure what a substation is), which marked the point we turn off onto a dirt road for about 30 kilometers to the Chikungu Mission.

How lovely it was to pass through village after village at sunset, watching people out and about and seeing team after team of kids playing soccer in the grass fields. Mango trees were literally everywhere. God’s mangos, Judy called them, because no one planted them. They just grew of their own accord and in the mango season no one goes hungry. When the mangos are ripe, people eat them the whole day, never getting tired of their sweet juices. I think I would have no problem eating fresh mangos for a couple months! The downside is that the mangos stop before the maize can be harvested, leaving a hunger gap. If only people would preserve their mangos like their forefathers did was a lament I heard often. This made me also wonder why they didn’t do that. Since it was John and Judy’s first time to this place they continually checked with people along the way, asking if they were headed in the right direction. One set of unwary assistants in this navigation strategy were a couple of boys driving a cattle cart. They both hopped off the cart and let it keep going on, driverless, while they came to our aid. I was curious to see how this scenario would go, but it turned out to be uneventful, as the boys just ran back to the still moving cart after providing us with directions, and jumped back on, the cows none the wiser.

The Chikungu mission was a big place, and we were all provided with our own guest rooms and large containers of warm water for bathing. The bucket shower (in the dark, because, you know, load shedding again!) felt great after a long day on the road. Though the shower was in the dark, the rooms weren’t because they are equipped with solar backups and a couple of hours later the electricity returned. Solar panels are high on the wish list of many communities. They can balance out the incessant blackouts. In places that are not even connected to the grid, it would be their only source of power to charge their phones and have a few lights on at night. If you happen to think those things are just small conveniences, try flipping off your breaker switch for a couple of days and see what life is like!!

It was here in Chikungu Mission that we met Sister Esther (2018 ARI Graduate). She and Sister Priscilla are both members of the Good Shepherd Sisters Order and came to ARI the same year. As it was already late, the only evening plans she made for us were for a hot meal with an amazing cream carrot soup and two kinds of chicken – roasted and fried!

Written by Steven Cutting (Graduate Outreach Coordinator)
Travelling with Kai Shinoda (Admissions and Recruitment Coordinator)


Click here to read the series of articles

Vol.0 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Prologue】

Vol.1 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 1-2】 

Vol.2 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 3】

Vol.3 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 4】

Vol.4 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 5】

Vol.5 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 6】

Vol.6 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 7】

Vol.7 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 8】

Vol.8 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 9】

Vol.9 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 10】

Vol.10 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 11】

Vol.11 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 12】<== Now, you’re here

Vol.12 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 13】To Be Continued …

Rural Leaders ― a Travel Log Vol. 10

We are sharing with you a series of travel logs written by ARI staff member Steven, who visited Africa in August.
On Sunday, they enjoyed a brief holiday, because they just returned from a long trip.
However, there are NO holidays for meeting wonderful people and power outages!
Let’s get started on our trip to Africa!

【An African journey to visit ARI graduates, Day11】

Rural Leader Simamba
According to our schedule, we were due to head out on the long journey to the East of Zambia today, but after the all the traveling we had just done and because it was Sunday, we decided to make it a day of rest. To my surprise we got a chance to meet 2005 ARI Graduate, Simamba. He was at a project sight about 1,000 kilometers away in Mongu in the Western Province, but had driven all the way to Lusaka, partially to see us and partially for other reasons. In Mongu he had been working with the US Peace Corps, but recently started a different project in that same region with the World Bank, which is connected with cashew nut farmers. I love cashew nuts, but my wife, Miki, loves them more, so I brought the packets he gave us back to Japan for her.

Simamba’s sending body was the Ecumenical Development Foundation, John and Judy’s organization, but when he came back from ARI, he decided not to continue his work here. He had been employed as their business manager, and they had high hopes for him, but he had other plans. Instead, he began working for the government in the fisheries department and then with co-operatives. At the same time, he pursued higher education, eventually obtaining a master’s degree and a Ph.D. In 2018 he did a village savings and credit project with the World Bank, followed by a project with the United Nations in Lusaka. Then came his work in the US Peace Corps, etc., mentioned above.

During his interview he had many good things to say about his ARI training experience, especially in terms of leadership and working together with the people. This surprised me because I had judged him to be a person who likes to be important. At ARI he was one of those to avoid tasks like dishwashing and other work he felt was beneath him. He so frustrated one of his classmates that she predicted he would become the president of Zambia one day! I feel I am not completely wrong about him, but I am also not completely right. I sense he has changed in many ways in the 19 years since he was at ARI. “I was at ARI as a young man,” he said, almost in an apologetic tone for his attitude at that time.

I have met several ARI graduates, like Simamba, who reach higher positions of power but keep the essence of ARI’s servant leadership in their hearts. Maybe not according to our expectations, or to the level of an ARI director, but it is certainly there and impacts their style of leading. I think that ARI did indeed penetrate somewhere deep inside Simamba and is still with him! And about EDF, even if they had some bad history after his return from ARI, he said during this visit, “This is my home!”

Oh, and one more quick thing about Simamba. During the Western Japan Study Tour, we used to take the participants for a tour of the Toyota factory. Simamba uses it as an example when working with the villagers. He tells them that one single car is composed of hundreds of different parts, all working together to become a single car. A community is the same and cannot be a community unless they cooperate with each other.

A powerful sermon at Kanakantapa Reform Church
Judy took us to their local church hoping to greet people as they were leaving because we were very, very late. When we arrived, the service was still going on, and there was a stir to get us good chairs, as we were special guests. The pastor was just getting going into a passionate sermon, weaving seamlessly between English and the local Nyanja language. “Nini we” he shouted repeatedly, and “Nini we” replied the congregation. “With you,” it means. What is God doing with you? “Who is using you as a vessel?” I loved this sermon, firstly because this pastor really knew how to talk to his people, moving forward slowly, repeating important points, and then moving forward again. At one point he even picked up a pickax, a tool commonly used by all the parishioners, and held it in his hands for a long time as a prop. “A pick,” he asked, “does it do the work?” “No, the owner does the work and God is the owner. We are the tool in His hands, and God wields the tool. God takes care of His tools. You are the vessel in his hand. Can we be humble enough to ask God, ‘can you use me as a tool?’ ” But then he warned us all to beware, to be careful to know who is behind you. Is it God using you as His tool or is it the devil using you. If, you, as the tool, are not ready, you may be manipulated!

The second reason I liked this sermon is because I love this simplest of prayers, that is “use me.” “Use me” is the prayer I always pray, especially when I am losing my direction. “Use me” was the heart of this whole sermon! After the pastor closed his sermon, we were invited to introduce ourselves to the whole church. Then the service was concluded with glorious song and dance.

Through the efforts of the community, this church opened around two years ago. They somehow put enough funds together to build the church building and are in the middle of a constructing a residence for the pastor. Before, they had to go all the way into Chongwe. Some people even walked the many kilometers to reach there. This new church has been assigned a very good pastor, but they are not sure how long they will be able to keep in him out in this countryside. So, they are working hard to finish up his house.

Kai and I spent the afternoon organizing photos and videos and getting caught up on this journal. Simamba and Belvin joined us for a supper of chicken and goat meat in the dark (you know why). You have to be versatile to live in Zambia, knowing how to prepare a meal when the power goes out. Unfortunately, this means cooking over charcoal, the making of which is causing deforestation, which in turn is causing drought, which brings on the power outages because of not enough water in the rivers to produce hydro-electric power. Such are the problems…in Africa? No, I think with all human civilizations! The more we “develop” the more puzzles we have to unravel, no matter where we are located. The big question for me is…is development forward movement? Or is it just movement?

Written by Steven Cutting (Graduate Outreach Coordinator)
Travelling with Kai Shinoda (Admissions and Recruitment Coordinator)

Click here to read the series of articles

Vol.0 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Prologue】

Vol.1 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 1-2】 

Vol.2 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 3】

Vol.3 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 4】

Vol.4 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 5】

Vol.5 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 6】

Vol.6 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 7】

Vol.7 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 8】

Vol.8 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 9】

Vol.9 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 10】

Vol.10 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 11】<== Now, you’re here

Vol.11 【The African journey to visit ARI graduates Day 12】To Be Continued …

Rural Leaders ― a Travel Log Vol. 9

We are sharing with you a series of travel log written by ARI staff member Steven, who visited Africa in August.
It’s a journey that doesn’t always go as planned. But things will be fine, if you have a little preparation and joyful fellows!
Let’s get started on our trip to Africa!

【An African journey to visit ARI graduates, Day 10】

Breakfast with KMSC
John and Judy were hoping to get an early start back to Lusaka as it is a long trip. Some repair work was needed on the car, and they found a mechanic who was willing to do it in the night, so we could have the car by morning. Can you imagine that level of service? Amazing, huh. Despite our best efforts, however, we didn’t get on the road until 11:00 AM. This is because Samba really wanted us to meet some folks at an organization he has been working with.
The name is Key Management Solutions Consultants, and it was recently registered in 2023. Over an amazing buffet breakfast [with COFFEE!] at an upscale hotel, Kai and I spoke with two of the founders of the organization, a retired teacher named Felix, and a pastor called David. Samba is working closely with these guys right now because he will have to retire in about 2 years at the age of 55, and he wants to set up his future plan. KMSC is all about training, so it is line with Samba’s long background and experience in education. They want to start skills training to empower youth, with “youth” being defined as people aged 18-35. I wasn’t clear on exactly what activities they had already started, but they did mention computer training is going on. There are plans to teach driving, cooking, welding, mechanics, and agriculture. Their aim is to give young people the skills needed to start their own small businesses. They want to create entrepreneurs.

Felix also spoke of the miners. This area of Zambia is called the Copperbelt, and tons and tons of copper are extracted from the earth every day. Mining work takes a heavy toll on the human body and the miners are required to retire at age 55 (if they can make it that long). They are then given a one-lump sum of money as a retirement package. These workers have never seen so much money in their lives, and many of them go crazy with it, spending it like water until it’s gone! KMSC wants to start a “financial literacy” program and also help miners create a long term “life plan” after the age of 55, including offering the training described above. Once this organization is up and running, Samba would like to send staff members to ARI.

The “gaman clock”
The late start home meant a late arrival. Despite Judy’s prediction of being home by sunset, we arrived at about midnight (which was my prediction). This had a lot to do with the squishy roads, but also that we stopped for another amazing home-grown, home-cooked meal at Fringilla! It’s worth coming back to Zambia again just to go there! I like to set my “gaman clock” far past normal expectations, to help me endure potentially uncomfortable situations during traveling. If you expect things to go smoothly, you may lose it when they don’t. Plan for things to be much harder or longer than you expect, and you will manage much better. Thus, predicting our arrival for midnight, despite Judy saying it will be around 7:00 saved a lot of frustration! This is the “gaman clock.” “Gaman” in Japanese can be roughly translated as “endure” in English.

Judy’s Takami (The founder of ARI) story
In the car Judy told us another ARI story, this one about Takami sensei. Just before Morning Gathering, she noticed that Takami sensei’s zipper was open. Since he was the chairperson that day, she wanted to inform him but was embarrassed to do so directly. So, she told Bondo to tell Takami sensei. Bondo was a participant from Liberia that Judy described as “a person who is not smart.” Bondo approached him and said, “Judy told me to tell you your zipper is open.” Ahhhh! Judy was so embarrassed. But it was not to end there.
Takami sensei began his talk by saying, “Thank you, Judy, for informing me that my zipper was open,” in front of everyone! A big laugh followed. Poor Judy! But she felt that only a truly humble and caring person could make such a joke about himself.

Written by Steven Cutting (Graduate Outreach Coordinator)
Travelling with Kai Shinoda (Admissions and Recruitment Coordinator)


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