11.5.06
Plunder of Copernicus
Here’s the post that I started on May 5:
Yesterday was an experience. First, in the morning we were really rushed, so I didn’t end up brining my laptop, and found out that the paper course work that I brought I really couldn’t do anyways. So I took a lot of breaks.
I went on the swings on the playground outside the office building where I do my work. (I love going to a high school that has a playground. Oh, the benefits of Distance Ed…). Mary came up to me and asked if I wanted to go to TTC (Trans-Africa Theology College) to buy sugar cane. I had nothing else to do, so decided to go. Peter came with us. TTC is about the equivalent of two blocks away from VOH. There was the option of walking on the dirt road, or walking on the grass/dirt path. We took the path, because Mary didn’t want to get dirty.
We walked through the gates of TTC, which is a very nice campus. There were lots of big trees – Mary said they were mango trees (which are in season from November – January). We walked along the gravel road, and I noticed that on the right-hand side, there were a bunch of houses with gates connecting to the outer wall of TCC. I was just about to ask if they were where the students of TTC lived, when
Here’s the ending, and the rest of what’s happened since them. In point form for your enjoyment, and my overwhelmed ness to go into detail about six days worth of events.
-we went to Peter and Mary’s friend Alex’s house, and he gave us sugar cane from his backyard, then taught me how to eat it. Sugar cane is the main snack food here. It’s really cheap, tastes like watermelon. It is a plant, so you peel off the ‘bark’ then take a bite of the inside; chew it, suck out all the juice, and spit it out. (You need strong teeth… very strong teeth.)
-next we went to Joseph’s house (another friend) who lived two doors down from Alex. It was the first real African house I had been in (we’re not talking mud thatched roofs, or rich houses left over from the Brits, but normal, probably the next step or two up from a compound or mud house). It was neat to see all the decorations (of stuffed animals) and furnishings. Cool. Authentic.
-the next day I went to the youth group, listened to Peter preach in Bemba (because he was translating for himself, and I guess he forgot about it after a while). Then we split up into two groups and played volleyball and basketball. I would say that they have great gaming skills, but not too much technique.
-Saturday I read my book, and enjoyed sleeping in. At night my parents and I played Settlers of Catan – it was an experience (subject to publicity rights).
-Sunday we decided to go to the golf course in Chingola for lunch. It took us 30 minutes of driving around (the small town), and directions from two different gas station attendants (one told us to go left, the other told us to go right.. hahah), when we finally spotted it. It was a buffet style lunch, and it was weird for me, because the only buffets I’ve been at are breakfast or the China Kitchen. Afterwards we took pictures outside (my mom and I decided to dress up – I wore a skirt and my wonderful beads).
-On Monday we got our new housekeeper – Mwansa; meaning that I don’t have to make my bed anymore, or clean the bathroom. She’s good. She even made banana bread today (though she had never heard of it before…)
-Monday and Tuesday I showed some people the ‘snaps’ on my computer. There were lots of gasps, and ooohhs and aaaahhhs when it came to the pictures of my hot sister.
-Wednesday I stayed home to catch up with school, and mom and dad took HTI to the banana plantation.
-Today I wrote my first tests for school, and stayed home the rest of the day. The container came today; the Boxes of Love one. I think they’ll be handed out next week. I’m excited.
OHHH FUNNIEST commercial EVVVVVER!!!! On the way to VOH on Tuesday we were listening to the radio. Then it came to the commercial break, and there was a commercial for “Harriet’s Bakery.” So there was techno music in the background (think DJ Sammy – we’re in heaven), but every time the announcer said something, the music would go off. The breaks were only two seconds or less, so it was like someone turning the CD player on mute, off mute, on mute off mute… But, the best part, the actual content of the commercial. “Come down… to Harriet’s Bakery… Nshima and rice… with… chicken… or two piece chicken… Nshima and vegetables… Nshima and Tomat – sorry, tomato… Nshima and beans… Nshima and onion… Nshima and maize… Nshima and bread… Nshima and sauce… Nshima and beef… And a drink… All… for just one… low price… very good… very tasty… come to… Harriety’s Bakery… we have… all sorts of… food that you… will love… good quality at… Harriet’s Bakery.” That is just a paraphrase of the ad, but it went on, and on, and on. The “…” represents when the techno music came on when the announcer paused. The Nshima part with other side dishes went on for SOOO long, I didn’t remember all of them. Then the ad would replay, and it would go back to music. I almost couldn’t laugh. I was in such disbelief that a radio commercial could be like that – dragging on for at least three minutes. Wow. I want to record it with my MP3 player. Wow.
Yesterday was an experience. First, in the morning we were really rushed, so I didn’t end up brining my laptop, and found out that the paper course work that I brought I really couldn’t do anyways. So I took a lot of breaks.
I went on the swings on the playground outside the office building where I do my work. (I love going to a high school that has a playground. Oh, the benefits of Distance Ed…). Mary came up to me and asked if I wanted to go to TTC (Trans-Africa Theology College) to buy sugar cane. I had nothing else to do, so decided to go. Peter came with us. TTC is about the equivalent of two blocks away from VOH. There was the option of walking on the dirt road, or walking on the grass/dirt path. We took the path, because Mary didn’t want to get dirty.
We walked through the gates of TTC, which is a very nice campus. There were lots of big trees – Mary said they were mango trees (which are in season from November – January). We walked along the gravel road, and I noticed that on the right-hand side, there were a bunch of houses with gates connecting to the outer wall of TCC. I was just about to ask if they were where the students of TTC lived, when
Here’s the ending, and the rest of what’s happened since them. In point form for your enjoyment, and my overwhelmed ness to go into detail about six days worth of events.
-we went to Peter and Mary’s friend Alex’s house, and he gave us sugar cane from his backyard, then taught me how to eat it. Sugar cane is the main snack food here. It’s really cheap, tastes like watermelon. It is a plant, so you peel off the ‘bark’ then take a bite of the inside; chew it, suck out all the juice, and spit it out. (You need strong teeth… very strong teeth.)
-next we went to Joseph’s house (another friend) who lived two doors down from Alex. It was the first real African house I had been in (we’re not talking mud thatched roofs, or rich houses left over from the Brits, but normal, probably the next step or two up from a compound or mud house). It was neat to see all the decorations (of stuffed animals) and furnishings. Cool. Authentic.
-the next day I went to the youth group, listened to Peter preach in Bemba (because he was translating for himself, and I guess he forgot about it after a while). Then we split up into two groups and played volleyball and basketball. I would say that they have great gaming skills, but not too much technique.
-Saturday I read my book, and enjoyed sleeping in. At night my parents and I played Settlers of Catan – it was an experience (subject to publicity rights).
-Sunday we decided to go to the golf course in Chingola for lunch. It took us 30 minutes of driving around (the small town), and directions from two different gas station attendants (one told us to go left, the other told us to go right.. hahah), when we finally spotted it. It was a buffet style lunch, and it was weird for me, because the only buffets I’ve been at are breakfast or the China Kitchen. Afterwards we took pictures outside (my mom and I decided to dress up – I wore a skirt and my wonderful beads).
-On Monday we got our new housekeeper – Mwansa; meaning that I don’t have to make my bed anymore, or clean the bathroom. She’s good. She even made banana bread today (though she had never heard of it before…)
-Monday and Tuesday I showed some people the ‘snaps’ on my computer. There were lots of gasps, and ooohhs and aaaahhhs when it came to the pictures of my hot sister.
-Wednesday I stayed home to catch up with school, and mom and dad took HTI to the banana plantation.
-Today I wrote my first tests for school, and stayed home the rest of the day. The container came today; the Boxes of Love one. I think they’ll be handed out next week. I’m excited.
OHHH FUNNIEST commercial EVVVVVER!!!! On the way to VOH on Tuesday we were listening to the radio. Then it came to the commercial break, and there was a commercial for “Harriet’s Bakery.” So there was techno music in the background (think DJ Sammy – we’re in heaven), but every time the announcer said something, the music would go off. The breaks were only two seconds or less, so it was like someone turning the CD player on mute, off mute, on mute off mute… But, the best part, the actual content of the commercial. “Come down… to Harriet’s Bakery… Nshima and rice… with… chicken… or two piece chicken… Nshima and vegetables… Nshima and Tomat – sorry, tomato… Nshima and beans… Nshima and onion… Nshima and maize… Nshima and bread… Nshima and sauce… Nshima and beef… And a drink… All… for just one… low price… very good… very tasty… come to… Harriety’s Bakery… we have… all sorts of… food that you… will love… good quality at… Harriet’s Bakery.” That is just a paraphrase of the ad, but it went on, and on, and on. The “…” represents when the techno music came on when the announcer paused. The Nshima part with other side dishes went on for SOOO long, I didn’t remember all of them. Then the ad would replay, and it would go back to music. I almost couldn’t laugh. I was in such disbelief that a radio commercial could be like that – dragging on for at least three minutes. Wow. I want to record it with my MP3 player. Wow.
# posted by alanna @ 8:24 PM 
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BABY!!!!! hahahah!!! i love the commercial!!!! and why can't you post what actually happened during games night with mom and dad? it's nothing new, that happens everytime. and it's funny everytime. and you wrote it so well in the email to me. i laughed. i want banana bread. can you tell mom to either send me her recipe or tell me where it is at our house so i can go find it? love you!
kristin
p.s. you should email shelby
kristin
p.s. you should email shelby
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: 10:08 PM
krrrristin.
-mom and dad wouldn't let me.
-Mom found an AMAZING banana bread recipe on the internet (way better than the usual one).
-what do you mean by 'our house?' hahah...
-mom and dad wouldn't let me.
-Mom found an AMAZING banana bread recipe on the internet (way better than the usual one).
-what do you mean by 'our house?' hahah...
ALANNA!!! Thankyou tres much for the Happy Birthday SMS!! Man it sounds like you're having a great African experience, Im very jealous. So that container came already!? Do you wanna do my a MASSIVE favor? If you answered YES That would be that, I think some of my stuff may be on that container, if not its DEFINATELY on the next. So, if you could kind of make sure that all my clothes get back to me first, because I'm living like a poor kid. Your ROCK sista
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