Mathew
I'll have invented another. It was a bit 'I was thinking about that, since last November to be exact when I met Jumel the local crafts market from which I bought some acrylics made by his grandfather who lives in a remote village in the bush and David Zacharia or Clement or (however you call it answers, the fact is that its not been agreed on the name) that exposes his lithographs of animals and Chiinga " the man who talks to birds "like a rasta San Francisco that I find in these days, in addition to accompany people to the emozionantissimi walking safari is a remarkable artist. Two days ago, finally I come across Mathew who shows me his necklace with clay. So I said to you there maybe you want to see these products of local art and maybe you can affect someone buying for yourself or as gifts. And since things are small or otherwise, as paintings, transportable, I'll gladly "courier" of your potential orders.
Meet Mathew who was born in Malawi but has lived and worked in Chipata in the Eastern Province. Come make an effort and go to Google Map to find these places: I checked, everyone is there. Well, Mathew, and some guys in Chipata were involved in a project sponsored by the Japanese cooperation has created a cooperative called "Mother Earth". This cooperative, honor merit, after a long time that you are self-sustaining, once packed up the Japanese, the workshop continues to produce objects with a very ancient technique recovered and reactivated in a very modern design. The material is used by the local clay is reddish brown as the earth
Zambia is rich in iron. Quest'argilla is recovered in the bush, is then placed in molds until it becomes completely dry. The objects are then "retouched" with other clay containing a large quantity of mica, rubbed with an iron spoon to give shine and then put in containers that are covered with sawdust. Last step in the baking furnace at 700 degrees for 10 hours, the sawdust, burning, carbon black gives a color fading to reddish brown clay. The clasps of necklaces and decorations are made from the seeds of the "flamboyant" a local tree that produces bacelloni like "Invasion of the Body Snatchers "full of seeds which I show you the winter version. If you have the patience flame flower them there
photographer settebre. Otherwise Wikipedia will help you. are several items produced by" Mother Earth "but pots and pans, As you can imagine, there are in my suitcase. The cost of necklaces with pendants (of which you have a fine black and white image on the neckline of Japhet e.. mine) is about one and a half euro. Would you like to take a little earth of Africa to your c ountry
?
Mathew
I'll have invented another. It was a bit 'I was thinking about that, since last November to be exact when I met Jumel the local crafts market from which I bought some acrylics made by his grandfather who lives in a remote village in the bush and David Zacharia or Clement or (however you call it answers, the fact is that its not been agreed on the name) that exposes his lithographs of animals and Chiinga " the man who talks to birds "like a rasta San Francisco that I find in these days, in addition to accompany people to the emozionantissimi walking safari is a remarkable artist. Two days ago, finally I come across Mathew who shows me his necklace with clay. So I said to you there maybe you want to see these products of local art and maybe you can affect someone buying for yourself or as gifts. And since things are small or otherwise, as paintings, transportable, I'll gladly "courier" of your potential orders.
Meet Mathew who was born in Malawi but has lived and worked in Chipata in the Eastern Province. Come make an effort and go to Google Map to find these places: I checked, everyone is there. Well, Mathew, and some guys in Chipata were involved in a project sponsored by the Japanese cooperation has created a cooperative called "Mother Earth". This cooperative, honor merit, after a long time that you are self-sustaining, once packed up the Japanese, the workshop continues to produce objects with a very ancient technique recovered and reactivated in a very modern design. The material is used by the local clay is reddish brown as the earth
Zambia is rich in iron. Quest'argilla is recovered in the bush, is then placed in molds until it becomes completely dry. The objects are then "retouched" with other clay containing a large quantity of mica, rubbed with an iron spoon to give shine and then put in containers that are covered with sawdust. Last step in the baking furnace at 700 degrees for 10 hours, the sawdust, burning, carbon black gives a color fading to reddish brown clay. The clasps of necklaces and decorations are made from the seeds of the "flamboyant" a local tree that produces bacelloni like "Invasion of the Body Snatchers "full of seeds which I show you the winter version. If you have the patience flame flower them there
photographer settebre. Otherwise Wikipedia will help you. are several items produced by" Mother Earth "but pots and pans, As you can imagine, there are in my suitcase. The cost of necklaces with pendants (of which you have a fine black and white image on the neckline of Japhet e.. mine) is about one and a half euro. Would you like to take a little earth of Africa to your c ountry
?
Graziella's garden update June 13
Many of the friends who have joined the fundraising effort to achieve Graziella's garden I ask to what extent are the work and gladly update. To date, with the valuable and strong contribution from John and Moses and less robust (because of
periarthritis always present) of the undersigned, have come to complete the first floor of the area and to begin the second major area which will place an octagonal picnic table with eight seats.
This second area has a bed in the shape
drop that will soon be filled with colorful flowers. We will continue with vigor the construction of two other areas: a smaller and a larger in which they are placed wicker chairs and sofas, easy to move when we are required to use the garden for parties or meetings.
As I mentioned earlier, stones for paving were purchased at Ngwenya while the tables are in the works to woodworking YCTC, school vocational training, as well as Olga's is one of the production units that contribute to livelihood the school. We have commissioned three tables of different sizes: in addition to the aforementioned picnic table, which has a diameter of about two meters, will be made a table for four and one six places. All tables are of solid teak and particularly the eight seats, once settled in place there will remain until the end of human history. E 'was purchased a truckload of "black soil", a region particularly rich in minerals collected along the banks of the Zambezi, which will be filled with all the land for plants and flowers planted to begin next week.
There are also a number of large trees scattered here and there in the garden that I thought to dibentare planters .... Trentino Alto Adige will be too? Fortunately for us has come back Clement, who will start the graffiti wall in the Deore bottom of the garden. I thought long and hard about what to write, something that was meaningful for a memorial but at the same place as Olga's. The choice fell on "Imagine all the people living life in peace" is what is written in Strawberry Fields in New York in the place where John Lennon was murdered, and a message p
ace universal.
Graziella's garden update June 13
Many of the friends who have joined the fundraising effort to achieve Graziella's garden I ask to what extent are the work and gladly update. To date, with the valuable and strong contribution from John and Moses and less robust (because of
periarthritis always present) of the undersigned, have come to complete the first floor of the area and to begin the second major area which will place an octagonal picnic table with eight seats.
This second area has a bed in the shape
drop that will soon be filled with colorful flowers. We will continue with vigor the construction of two other areas: a smaller and a larger in which they are placed wicker chairs and sofas, easy to move when we are required to use the garden for parties or meetings.
As I mentioned earlier, stones for paving were purchased at Ngwenya while the tables are in the works to woodworking YCTC, school vocational training, as well as Olga's is one of the production units that contribute to livelihood the school. We have commissioned three tables of different sizes: in addition to the aforementioned picnic table, which has a diameter of about two meters, will be made a table for four and one six places. All tables are of solid teak and particularly the eight seats, once settled in place there will remain until the end of human history. E 'was purchased a truckload of "black soil", a region particularly rich in minerals collected along the banks of the Zambezi, which will be filled with all the land for plants and flowers planted to begin next week.
There are also a number of large trees scattered here and there in the garden that I thought to dibentare planters .... Trentino Alto Adige will be too? Fortunately for us has come back Clement, who will start the graffiti wall in the Deore bottom of the garden. I thought long and hard about what to write, something that was meaningful for a memorial but at the same place as Olga's. The choice fell on "Imagine all the people living life in peace" is what is written in Strawberry Fields in New York in the place where John Lennon was murdered, and a message p
ace universal.
On the road or Mosi
The experience of African bus is the most ethnically one can imagine. I pass my impressions on the spot, sitting in place of 53 (I was actually 44, but Choma must have messed up and I found myself wearing a lot bigger than me Mama with a basket from which came the head of a chicken a little 'concerned about his unusual situation and a ticket with the number 44, so ... the boss) of the Lusaka Livingstone is managed by "Mazhandu family bus. "The way I did as a true lady, with a Gran Turismo Mercedes: two seats here, two seats over there, blue velvet upholstery such as British Airways, headrest of cotton changed every trip.
We start at nine o'clock in the morning you arrive on time from Livingstone Switzerland six hours and a half later: this is the so-called travel business. And there because its nice. They give you the newspaper, a banana cake that you choke if there coca cola was a providential ice to bring down the whole. Air conditioning and little music in the background that Zambia becomes troublesome only around Mazabuka (but we're almost there) when inexplicably becomes a gospel-rock drums and keyboards that accompany praises to our Lord. On his return from Lusaka had booked the same run business of nine in the morning but, alas, the traffic jam of Lusaka has nothing to envy to the tangential east of Milan about eight o'clock in the morning, so I lost and I embarked on the pop of the 11 bus. Two seats over here, across three seats, upholstered in genuine plastic, excellent to dissolve cellulite, no newspapers, but a young preacher that rises pending departure and threatening catastrophic for humanity offers you a book that promises to save the 'soul from the fires of hell (I would say with little result, it has not sold even one copy).
Served a biscuit filled with cream and a sprite amoeba hot at the right to kill it. I have a motion of joy as I find that 44 is one of two seats. Squeezed between two Zambian which I assure you they have a significant amount, would be hard to take and pass the seven hour trip. The inner smile becomes Munch's scream when I get the number 43. But some of you have read the intriguing novel by Stephen King "The Green Mile"? Or at least someone saw the film with Tom Hanks? Then you will remember Coffee "as the drink", the emperor Nero falsely accused of murder as big as a mountain with his hands as hammers
. There he was before me coffee, which his system corpaccione, which says "Sorry" and raise the armrest between us, last bulwark against the invasion into my seat, and he slept like a log just lays his head. Coffee has a baby sleep, calm and relaxed, you leave, take me to her pillow, home blissfully Russian. I am still a lucky woman because it falls at the first Coffee and Mazabuka in place of salt bambinotto a dozen years with his mother who has the seat behind me. The teenager is big but nothing to do with Coffee. He, however, another disturbing problem: despite the 30 degrees inside (the bus did not pop the air conditioning) wearing a feather duster. Ideal for the Sella group, but definitely overestimated the Zambian winter. Without his say. No, even my own: you try to have him with a duvet in a sweaty boy asleep on your shoulder.
I understand, however, this matter of bodies, sleeping expand and invade. Sleep, please God do not last long because it starts a doomsday music, soundtrack of the telenovela African television broadcast a tape from the board, of which up to that point I had not noticed the presence, whose episodes will take us up to Livingstone . Telenovela made in Nigeria to devote a special place: they deserve it. Be aware however that the fourth hour journey, the sun is going down the bush, the people of the bus is applaudento, whistling and screaming because her husband has finally shamed his wife that if it was done with his ( him) best friend: barrel blind one or the other. The hen to my former position 44 is unusually quiet .. she's dead? That surely is the battery is dying on my PC. Over and out
On the road or Mosi
The experience of African bus is the most ethnically one can imagine. I pass my impressions on the spot, sitting in place of 53 (I was actually 44, but Choma must have messed up and I found myself wearing a lot bigger than me Mama with a basket from which came the head of a chicken a little 'concerned about his unusual situation and a ticket with the number 44, so ... the boss) of the Lusaka Livingstone is managed by "Mazhandu family bus. "The way I did as a true lady, with a Gran Turismo Mercedes: two seats here, two seats over there, blue velvet upholstery such as British Airways, headrest of cotton changed every trip.
We start at nine o'clock in the morning you arrive on time from Livingstone Switzerland six hours and a half later: this is the so-called travel business. And there because its nice. They give you the newspaper, a banana cake that you choke if there coca cola was a providential ice to bring down the whole. Air conditioning and little music in the background that Zambia becomes troublesome only around Mazabuka (but we're almost there) when inexplicably becomes a gospel-rock drums and keyboards that accompany praises to our Lord. On his return from Lusaka had booked the same run business of nine in the morning but, alas, the traffic jam of Lusaka has nothing to envy to the tangential east of Milan about eight o'clock in the morning, so I lost and I embarked on the pop of the 11 bus. Two seats over here, across three seats, upholstered in genuine plastic, excellent to dissolve cellulite, no newspapers, but a young preacher that rises pending departure and threatening catastrophic for humanity offers you a book that promises to save the 'soul from the fires of hell (I would say with little result, it has not sold even one copy).
Served a biscuit filled with cream and a sprite amoeba hot at the right to kill it. I have a motion of joy as I find that 44 is one of two seats. Squeezed between two Zambian which I assure you they have a significant amount, would be hard to take and pass the seven hour trip. The inner smile becomes Munch's scream when I get the number 43. But some of you have read the intriguing novel by Stephen King "The Green Mile"? Or at least someone saw the film with Tom Hanks? Then you will remember Coffee "as the drink", the emperor Nero falsely accused of murder as big as a mountain with his hands as hammers
. There he was before me coffee, which his system corpaccione, which says "Sorry" and raise the armrest between us, last bulwark against the invasion into my seat, and he slept like a log just lays his head. Coffee has a baby sleep, calm and relaxed, you leave, take me to her pillow, home blissfully Russian. I am still a lucky woman because it falls at the first Coffee and Mazabuka in place of salt bambinotto a dozen years with his mother who has the seat behind me. The teenager is big but nothing to do with Coffee. He, however, another disturbing problem: despite the 30 degrees inside (the bus did not pop the air conditioning) wearing a feather duster. Ideal for the Sella group, but definitely overestimated the Zambian winter. Without his say. No, even my own: you try to have him with a duvet in a sweaty boy asleep on your shoulder.
I understand, however, this matter of bodies, sleeping expand and invade. Sleep, please God do not last long because it starts a doomsday music, soundtrack of the telenovela African television broadcast a tape from the board, of which up to that point I had not noticed the presence, whose episodes will take us up to Livingstone . Telenovela made in Nigeria to devote a special place: they deserve it. Be aware however that the fourth hour journey, the sun is going down the bush, the people of the bus is applaudento, whistling and screaming because her husband has finally shamed his wife that if it was done with his ( him) best friend: barrel blind one or the other. The hen to my former position 44 is unusually quiet .. she's dead? That surely is the battery is dying on my PC. Over and out
Ngwenya
Sister Frances has done it , convinced me to give a hand to teachers of kindergarten Ngwenya. not having made a great effort: after being there with her and seeing those 75 pairs of eyes looking at me curiously, and those 75 mouths that are open at once to shout at me "Good morning. How are you?" I told myself that this could be an experience for me very enriching and at the same time a challenge
. And now, because it is one thing to be a psychologist in kindergarten as those in which I worked for years in the suburbs "good" in Milan. Another consideration is the poor outskirts of Livingstone: it is not to the psychologist, here is the creativity that is put into operation.
The nursery has been built with the help of a group of Japanese students who, after seeing the children and teachers who made lessons under a tree, have been busy with a fundraiser that allowed the construction of the building . Ngwenya is one of the poorest areas of Livingstone. The predominant occupation of the inhabitants consists of the extraction and processing of stone.
scenario that presents itself has something of biblical men, women and children squatting on the floor with piles of stone that is split into pieces of various sizes, abbarbiccati other men on the back of the quarry that is presented in a vertical wall headlong into the valley. Anyway: that's where we bought three truckloads of stones to pave the Graziella's garden. Less than a year living conditions have improved since a large part of the compound reaches the electricity and water even if the morbidity and mortality have a high rate. Even the standard of living of the families has recently been improved: the houses of mud and straw were gradually replaced by brick houses with tin roof.
One of the most important problems, however, the fact remains that because the death rate very high, if the parents die are often grandparents or relatives or even neighbors who do provide care for children and this implies 'inability to provide food for everyone. There are families with 8 / 10 children. The school has no electricity or water: they are the relatives who take measures to bring the tanks for everyday use. The building consists of two classes a tiny office overlooking a playground of modest size. Children can get to school quite easily because it is a few hundred meters from the main town that surrounds the quarry. The school day currently from 7.30 to 12. Children come after breakfast (but for this the teachers have doubts: not many people who eat something in the morning) and start teaching.
The final schedule will be from 7.30 to 16, but this only happens when you get an additional contribution of donors. In this way the school can provide for the lunch with the purchase of flour for Inshima (which is identical to that make white polenta in Veneto), beans, the Kapenta (which are kind of our little fish anchovies. Are caught in the lake and Kafue are dried). Families will provide to carry vegetables. The budget to provide lunch to 75 children for one month is the equivalent of 180 €. Yes, you read that right: 180 € with about 1650 meals are prepared. This means that every time I go to eat pizza from Tosi in Venice is as if consumed 200 meals at Ngwenya.
And Tosi is absolutely convenient. So much for the environmental coordinator. And hence the task of inventing educational activities which take account of oversupply, the lack of material, the heterogeneity of children (3 to 7 years, belonging to three ethnic groups that speak different languages, the issues related to survival. The imagination au pouvoir!