Mr. Banda

Lexon Banda. A name we won't forget. More importantly a spirit that we won't forget. Who is Lexon Banda? Mr.Banda?

I bet you would never guess. Mr.Banda was our faithful taxi driver. We had no idea how much we would need to take taxi's for transportation. Angela gave us Mr.Banda's phone number when we arrived. "If you need a ride. If you have to be somewhere at a certain time. You call him. He's reliable. He's honest. And he'll give you a fair price." All true.

Now Mr.Banda was more than just our taxi driver. He "saved" us one night. Well I exaggerated a little bit but lets just say that one of the few times we were nervous about our safety Lexon was there.

We were on the long bus ride back from Livingstone. Normally a 6 hr drive. Mr.Banda was going to meet us at the bus station he dropped us off at 3 days earlier (just like a friend would pick you up on your return) until we changed our plans. We decided to take a different bus because it left earlier in the day and it wouldn't be so hot. We knew that this bus would take us downtown to the city center in the late afternoon. But no worries Banda would meet us.

Well lets just say the bus ride went a little longer than expected. We couldn't get a hold of Banda & we weren't sure if he got our text messages. So we just crossed our fingers. Our bus arrived about 2.5 hrs later and it was getting dark. As we rounded the corner to the bus station we realized that we probably weren't in the best part of town. With our backpacks and white skin we we stood out just a little bit. We definitely looked like we had money. And we weren't really sure of where to go to catch a taxi. We were starting to panic a little bit. I remember looking outside the windows trying to assess the scene. The best route to take to get away from the crowds but not to isolate ourselves. The options looked slim. My heart started to race. Maybe we should have baked in the sun and taken the bus that left later. Oops. Did we make a poor decision based on comfort?

The next thing I know....I see the happiest, jolliest, smiling man waving to me. It's Banda. Lexon Banda to the rescue! We couldn't believe it. As we walked off the bus into the crowd he reached up and grabbed a hold of our arms and pulled us to his taxi & gave us a warm welcome "home." I assumed he got my text so he knew to catch us later. Thank goodness!

Silly me. He didn't get our message. "What message" he checks his phone,"No? No message from you." We couldn't believe it...he waited. He had no idea when our bus would be in. But he would wait. He waited for 2.5 hrs for the two crazy American girls. He WAITED!

Angela was right. Banda is reliable. And he is our friend. We asked ourselves over and over if that would EVER happen here. In our country. Has a taxi driver ever waited 2.5 hrs for you?

So if you find yourself traveling to Zambia...we have a taxi connection for you...Mr.Banda.

This picture was taken at the airport on our way back home. Goodbye Mr.Banda we'll see you next time! Too bad the photo doesn't capture his warm smile...you'll have to trust me on that one.

-gia

Noah...loved this little guy...

Hillary & I spent a lot of time painting and playing with the children outside while we were at the Kondwa center. So we didn't get a lot of time to "bond" with the kids that were in school. Which was probobly a good thing for me. We spent more time with the Kondwa graduates and some curious wanders that wanted to check out the "white girls" painting.

BUT there was this one little guy. His name is Noah. And for some reason I loved this little one. Something about him drew me to him. He wasn't overly outgoing or smiley. He didn't follow me around or fight to hold my hand but he was always there. We would meet eyes and I felt a connection to him. He seemed a bit sad. He seemed like he had survived a lot. Again....none of this I know for sure...it's just what I felt. When we would meet eyes he would smile. That one of a kind amazing and authentic smile. And I felt his warmth.

I wanted a picture with him before I left. I decided to take a self portrait of us and only caught his eyes. Which say a lot. I love this picture. Because it will forever remind me of how I felt when I saw Noah. Ironically right before we took the picture he got smacked around a bit. I think Hillary mentioned early that the kids are pretty aggressive. Survival of the fittest, as they say. So poor little Noah got beat up a bit but still took the picture with me. So you can see some fresh tears in his eyes. He's the boy to my right.

I love you little guy. Thank you for touching my heart.

-gia

Meeting Mrs. Malik

I forgot to mention that after we passed out at our guest house we awoke what seemed like the middle of the night (we found out later it was only 6pm) to a light tapping on our door.

We heard the sweet voice of Mrs. Angela Malik on the other side. We slowly opened the door to the most radiant smile and open arms welcoming us to Zambia. Who is Mrs. Malik? Angela Malik is the incredible woman that has the heart of a saint. She saw a neeed in her community where she lived and decided to do something about it. Over time...the Kondwa Center was built. We will share the story with you at a later time.

As you know we came here to work with Angela and her students at the Kondwa Day Center. We were so excited to finally meet her. She has had quite a few visitors this summer and we didn't want to get in her way...so we weren't sure of what to expect....

Mrs. Malik is the definition of kindness and love....she is an inspiration!

- gia

We're off !!

This is it!

So, this is it! After 6 months of planning, making piles of stuff, researching, emailing, phone calls, the day is finally here. I'm over the shock and numb with anticipation.....of what I will see, experience and bring with me into the rest of my life. OK, I'm in a swirling realm of emotion (haven't started crying today ...yet!) It was hard to leave my family yesterday. My life revolves around them and it is strange not being with them. I am also very blessed to be so welcomed into Gia's surroundings and family. Justin and Tobin are great, cool, at peace with life and way too cute! Gia's parents, Judy & Skip are divine, sweet. gracious, smart people that sooo love Gia and her 2 men. I have absolutely enjoyed my time here in Truckee/Reno. Gia's home is full of light & love, just like her! Thank you for sharing birthday dinner with me! My journey began when Gia called me about going and now we are setting out for the next leg of this great adventure. Off we go....Chicago....London....Johannesburg....LUSAKA! We'll blog again soon! Love, Hillary

Hillary's HERE!

Wow...it's actually happening...we're off tomorrow...well technically today...I have to go to bed! Hillary flew in this afternoon and joined me in my last self defense class...then helped celebrate my mom's birthday & finally met my family! Happy birthday mom!! My awesome parents drove down from Washington to help with Tobin. Thank You!!

OK...off to bed and I guess I'd better finish packing...HA!

-gia

True Map

LOVE THIS!! by one of my favorite writers/poets....Brian Andreas of Story People..enjoy! -gia

This is the Story of the Day called - True Map

There is no one who comes here that does not know this is a true map of the world, with you there in the center, making home for us all.

Are you excited??

I think one of the hardest parts of preparing for this trip is dealing with my crazy thought process. I’m one of those people who constantly thinks about other people…what they have and more importantly what they don’t. The basic stuff…you know…like food, water, clean clothes to wear, a healthy body, a family that loves them, a safe place to live and people that believe in them.

I truly have an amazing life and such incredible people surrounding me. I am so blessed. I know that my purpose in this world is to be a voice for those that need someone to help them speak and be heard. To be a humanitarian advocate…if you will…is there such a thing?? Is that the right word? Writers out there…help me out…..

Quite often I find myself feeling guilty for being able to have extra things in my life…to live in a beautiful place and home and to be able to afford to work for myself and stay home with our son. I’m definitely much better than I used to be at being able to have compassion for other people and to appreciate the things I have in my life at the same time…although it can be an inner struggle sometimes.

So its no surprise to me that while I’m preparing for our trip and planning things to bring & pack etc….that I freeze up and feel overwhelmed with guilt and sadness at times. For example…. I just climbed into bed to write a few thank you notes and I noticed how beautiful the stationary is that I’m writing on. And all I could think about is the cost of the cards (which was about $18) when 80% of the people in Africa are living on less than US$ 1 per day. I ask myself how that is possible…and why is it OK? It’s not OK with me. It shouldn't be OK with anyone.

Call me crazy…call me deep but I’m sharing all of this with you to give you a little insight into my soul into my the heart of who I am. So when people ask me if I’m getting excited for my trip…I hesitate to answer…because excited isn’t the right word. I’m ready to go and at the same time I’m trying to prepare myself for the unknown…for the culture shock and for the poverty I’m going to see. I know it will a beautiful journey and I know it will also change my life forever. One of my friends said it so well…he said, “I can’t wait to meet the new Gia when you get back.” And to be honest…neither can I.

So I guess I’m more grateful than excited and I’m a little bit in disbelief that I’m actually going. I’ve imagined this trip for so long…and it's almost here......

Goodnight friends….gia