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Aug 2010The Book Bus in Meheba
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On 18th July the Book Bus arrived in Meheba for its second year.
We were greeted by an ecstatic welcoming committee of Mehebans – but not for us! They turned out to greet Doc, who drove the truck last year and had made a multitude of best friends. We put up our tents and tested out the facilities – aka, a pit latrine, home to half a dozen bats which have the traumatising habit of flying out of the hole when it is in use. Until a new toilet is built we are practicing strategic drinking to avoid unnecessary bat encounters…
On our first day we visited school C, just opposite the compound where we are camping. Jenna tried out some songs she had learnt at her choir at home, and soon had the children singing harmonies which we continued to hear sung on the playing field for weeks! Andrew, being a bloke, is instantly the most popular of all of us – every boy within the school flock to him and we girls try not to become too bitter.
Teachers and pupils at Basic School D gave us a spirited welcome.
Despite the project only running for one month last year many students remembered the Book Bus and even the names of individual volunteers – it clearly made a big impression! Days at School D are fruitful but exhausting. The first day we visited I made the mistake of allowing us to teach outside sitting under the trees on mats. But with 1300 pupils (and very few of these in the classroom at any given time) literally falling over each other to get involved it became slightly like pandemonium. Those waiting for their turn would gather around us watching, then creep forward stealthily until suddenly they would also be squeezed on the mat, trying to look innocent. Our group size tripled in minutes. Teachers were called upon to clear some space but unervingly their means of enforcing order was to pick up a big stick… From then on we always taught in a spare classroom and barricaded the door against the over-zealous Grade 3’s. However, the enthusiasm of the children is wonderful as it shows their eagerness to read the books. Oh and plaster their face with glitter!
On Thursdays we visit Community School G, the only non-government school in our itinerary, funded by the UNHCR. Teachers here are only paid the equivalent of £35 a month (as compared to government schools where they receive closer to £150) so their dedication is astounding. Block G is made up almost entirely of Rwandan refugees and it feels like an autonomous village set apart down a narrow dusty track. Teachers Pacific and Jean Claude get very involved in our sessions and gave us an extensive tour of the area after school; market, the clinic, bee hives, church and banana plantations from which is brewed potent wine.
We keep busy after school everyday, taking walks to the river and to the markets, visiting the Somali restaurant the market, that serves very sweet tea and chapati, and thinking up impossible quizzes to fill our evenings. We also attended Inter-schools sports day in zone A one weekend, watching teams compete, the fans violently heckle referees, and shooting (not scoring ;-)) a few penalties ourselves.
In our second week we visited Basic School A for the first time to an ecstatic response from the 900 pupils. Hundreds of children watched our lessons for hours through the windows. Sarah and Andrew have been running engaging sessions this week making animal masks out of paper plates, which we see the children wearing for several days afterwards. God knows what their parents think. Just when they have finished scrubbing handfuls of glitter off bodies and clothes their kids come home insisting they wear silly Gruffalo masks.
At the weekends we stay in Mwaaka Lodge in town and sample the incomparable Solwezi nightlife. One weekend we visited Matanda Falls to frolic in the rapids and get ripped off by hopeful staff ( ’7000 extra for a camera’ *notices Sarah’s posh SLR* ’Actually its 20000. Each.’). We also visited the Kifubwa Monument in Solwezi, a site of ancient rock carving recently graffitied over with obscene drawings, and a pretty waterfall and gorge.
Monday 2nd August was a public holiday – Farmer’s Day – and most of the schools had pleaded absence, so I organised a day at School F. Last year the Book Bus didn’t reach F due to ravaged roads but the track has been improved this year. Zone F is the home of the 400 new Congolese refugees from Mwange camp in Eastern Zambia, and they are currently living in white tents. This is the only part of Meheba that looks as one might expect a refugee camp to look, though it won’t last long as the new residents are already making bricks to build their homes. The UNHCR only provides the tents for about a month. The pupils here were so excited by the books and Jenna made use of our french books as some of the new refugees could only understand French.
The first three weeks are now over and we are heading back to the airport in Ndola to say goodbye to the pioneer group. They took home plenty of souvenirs from within Meheba, including several trees in the shape of wooden boxes and plaques by a Congolese carver from Block D, and also bags and clothes from Brigette the seamstress.