As part of a Multiply Christian Network trip I’m over in Zambia to film the two weeks the group is here, to interview people about Multiply, and to set-up an I.T. classroom in a school that’s connected with Multiply. I’ll be posting photos when I can. This is the first 24 hours.
Jake, our chauffeur, finds a piano at Heathrow. He’s probably still there.
The team going to Zambia (left to right) – Len, Hannah, Ian, Ali, James, Farayi. It was a night time flight so no sleep for me – it would have been more comfortable lying on top of a tumble-drier in full spin. So I put on a film called 12 Angry Men, a 1957 classic all shot in one court jury room. Well worth watching if ever you get the chance as it gives plenty of food for thought. After that I decided to have a play around and see what I could capture outside…
At 38,000 feet the stars were out in force. This was a 30 second exposure with the camera shoved against the window looking over the wing, and a towel over me to avoid reflection. As we were moving at over 500mph it came out a bit blurred, but still an interesting picture.
As we neared Nairobi, Kenya, the sun started to rise with the moon still keeping a watchful eye. Any ideas as to the star right underneath the moon? (not too clear in this picture but it’s there)
As we waited at Nairobi airtport for the connecting flight to Zambia the temperature soared, giving us the first taste of real heat. I had just had a kip, woke up and saw this photo opportunity. I’ll await retribution!
A smaller plane awaited us and we strolled across avoiding tractors that scurried about the place. Massey Ferguson if you’re interested. Which I am.
The rebuilding scene where a devastating fire broke out in August 2013 at one of the terminals at Nairobi airport.
This smile was soon wiped away when it was announced the air conditioning wasn’t working in the plane. We sat there for what seemed like hours while the temperature climbed till the plane finally got going and it was cool again. They probably just opened one of the doors mid flight.
Ndola airport. Man this place was like nothing I had seen before. Just a field, a narrow runway, and a few buildings at the end. A far cry from the scale of Nairobi and Heathrow, and it felt like we had finally arrived in Africa.
Ndola, in north Zambia. Petrol stations every 100 metres, and a wide range of buildings from imposing muti-story offices to the smallest humble home.
From Ndola we set off for Kitwe where the Harvest church is based. An hours drive away and we must have seen over 30 of these signs all awaiting someone to place their advertisements on them. The road connecting the two towns was well made (Chinese investment) with only a few potholes that would have snapped the car and your back in two.
Can’t beat an African selfie. And no Mr Vivian Callard this hasn’t been photoshopped. I would have if my face was showing though.
The buses in Kitwe are very distinctive with a white top and blue panels. Kelly will love this particular one as it had God Is Good on the sides and All The Time on the back. Amen to that.
Transportation Zambian style (and most African nations it seems). There is a very wide range of vehicles from most manufacturers here. Though not a Vauxhall Zafira in sight… Hallelujah!
The driving style is fairly haphazard – first to the junction generally wins and it works as people drive slowly. I have only seen a few traffic lights so far and this one really caught my eye.
Two things you’ll see Zambians with – a beaming smile and a mobile phone.
At around 7pm we made our way to the homes we would be staying in. Ali and Hannah with Pastor George, Len and Ian with Pastor Stephen, and Farayi and myself with Matthew, a Harvest church member. There were some locals outside so I joined them for a kick about as daylight faded.
Matthew’s wife Sharon, and daughter Natasha. We were warmly welcomed and it was clearly a huge privilege for them to have us staying in their very humble home. Sharon quickly got some food together (forth meal of the day for me!) Holding the plate of rice and fish in front of her she knelt down and offered it to me. Here was gratitude in service that I had never experienced before.
Matthew – an immensely likeable chap despite his Arsenal top. All Zambians seem to be football mad and support an English Premier League club. I’ve been asked where Northampton Town are in the football league and at that point I hastily construct a language barrier.
Matthew’s son, Matthew Junior. When I first entered his house he came running over and threw his little arms around me with the warmest welcome ever. I think I’ll enjoy staying here with characters like him and his parents around.
A lot to take in, and that was only the first day. I’ll post more when I can but the next few days are likely to be very busy. Lots of love to you all back home. Thanks for your support and prayers.