<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217</id><updated>2011-12-19T02:44:13.017+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ricky in Zambia  - Engineers Without Borders</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm an Intgrated Engineering Student at the University of Western Ontario.  I am spending my summer working in Zambia with Engineers Without Borders</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-115640141819733923</id><published>2006-08-24T08:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T15:53:44.140+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="mobile-post"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;With less than 2 days left in Zambia,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been spending some time reflecting on my experiences here and kind of getting the feeling that it hasn’t been as fulfilling as I perhaps thought it would be. That perhaps I’ve been a “Failure”. I guess from stories I've heard from other volunteers, I was expecting to be thrown into a completely unfamiliar world and face all sorts of huge challenges dealing with culture, different food, and lack of comforts, people, languages and physical and homesickness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But in reality, I really haven’t found much of that, and when I compare myself with other volunteers, which I really try not to do, I’ve been coming out feeling a bit of a failure, because I haven’t had those “culture shock” experiences.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Maybe it’s because I’ve spent some time in India, so I’ve got a little experience being in a developing nation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Zambia and India, in a general sense are very similar places. Perhaps it’s because I’m based in Lusaka, the big city, where mostly everyone speaks English and the Indian boy about town, really isn’t all that strange and I don’t get harassed too often with calls of Muzungu (Nyanja for White person or more generally a foreigner) or Mwenya (Nyanja for Indian, my spelling of it might be off for those who might notice).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really don’t stand out in a crowd.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whatever the reason, the fact remains is that I’m really quite comfortable being here (not 100%, I’m still quite cautious when it comes to my personal safety, but then again, most Lusakans are as well). Maybe I just adapted really well, or maybe it’s just not all that different or maybe I’m just fooling myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I haven’t really felt home sick at all since getting here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps it’s because I partially have the attitude which is best summed up in the lyrics of one of my favorite songs: “...Where I lay my head is home....” (Can you name the song and artist?).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But that is not to say that I don’t see my apartment in London as home, or I don’t consider my Parents house my home in some way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually when I really look at it, there are a lot of places that feel like a home to me, that feeling really at home here isn’t all that strange.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Add to it a super nice host Mom, who is almost as good as the real thing (Mom, no one could ever replace you!) and really, what do I have to miss.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The food we eat, I’ll admit is different from what I usually eat, but isn’t wild and crazy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I haven’t eaten caterpillars or rats or grasshoppers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No, I usually eat chicken, beef, or sausage along with cabbage, kale, beans and the staple Nshima.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some might consider the fact they have to eat with their hands and not use utensils to be a new experience, but I’m Indian, we eat with our hands all the time, so it’s really not a big deal!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I’ve spent most of my days here in the city, so I haven’t had those typical rural African experiences of sleeping in a thatch hut, following a farmer out to his fields, or using a latrine in the dark (although the light in the washroom was broken from before I got here to just about three weeks ago).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No, I’ve slept most nights in a nice house made of concrete, on a foam mattress. The bathroom, while lacking a sink, is indoors and has a fully functioning toilette and shower (albeit cold water only).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve visited farmers and villagers and seen their crops and villages, but I didn’t work their fields with them, or shell maize or fetch water. Do I need to physically do it to have an appreciation for it? I don’t know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact I’ve worn my “in the city” UES baseball cap, more than my “in the field” Tilly Hat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I really haven’t had the typical cultural experiences that one would expect a volunteer to have in Zambia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I haven’t been to any celebrations with drumming and dancing (except the JF retreat where I was the one drumming and other ewb volunteers were the ones dancing).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I haven’t been given any gifts from any village headmen (I was given a bag of oranges from a orange farmer though).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What I have seen are many nightclubs and bars (from the outside) with lots of people enjoying the local brews.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve seen people going to the local cinemas to enjoy the latest movies (American, Nigerian and from elsewhere).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I see people packing into mini-busses and walking on the streets as they make their way to and from work, or shopping.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve seen life in the city.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is that any less valid of an experience than seeing life in a village?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t think so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s no denying the fact that a huge percentage of population on this continent lives in the big cities of Africa like Lusaka.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is no denying the urban poverty that exists here, which is often harder to deal with than the rural poverty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My project wasn’t anything to do with urban poverty, but perhaps that’s an area that needs to have some focus, because things are just as bad, if not worse in the cities than in the villages. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;In the end though, I don’t think I’m a failure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve had an experience, a much different experience than a lot of EWB volunteers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve worked on a project and completed what I was supposed to do and a little bit more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve learned a lot, and I can only hope that what I’ve done actually makes a difference down the line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This has been my experience and I don’t regret any of it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="mobile-post"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Ricky Patel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-115640141819733923?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/115640141819733923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=115640141819733923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115640141819733923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115640141819733923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/08/reflections.html' title='Reflections...'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-115527769309696896</id><published>2006-08-11T08:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T08:28:13.153+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Livingstone I presume?!</title><content type='html'>With about two weeks left in Zambia, I'm finally heading down to Livingstone/Sesheke to see the Mungongo nut collectors.&amp;nbsp; I'll be spending about a week there, collecting some info and seeing what things are like there.&amp;nbsp; I'll also be meeting up with the other JF's for some fun in Livingstone as well as seeing Victoria Falls and the other sights.&amp;nbsp; I'll return to Lusaka with a few days left to finish my reports and other work before getting on the plane back to Canada.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Mongongo cracker is close to being complete, all that's left is some minor alterations/modifications to enhance it's performance and then probably some grinding of the welds and a fresh coat of paint. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; -- &lt;br&gt;Ricky Patel&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-115527769309696896?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/115527769309696896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=115527769309696896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115527769309696896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115527769309696896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/08/dr-livingstone-i-presume.html' title='Dr. Livingstone I presume?!'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-115510399975262995</id><published>2006-08-09T08:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T08:13:19.756+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions Answered...</title><content type='html'>See the comments on my &amp;quot;I love the smell....&amp;quot; post for the questions....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Animals could be used to perform the cold pressing.&amp;nbsp; In India they use a ghani, which is basically a giant mortar and pestle which is powered by animals.&amp;nbsp; However it's not really used here in Zambia.&amp;nbsp; The problems with animals is they can be expensive to keep, and so you'll see that only better off farmers will use animal power, while the poorer ones will still work by hand, most small scale oil cold pressing (for mungongo and other oil seed) is done by hand.&amp;nbsp; There are also two types of hydraulic cold pressers being used that I'm aware of.&amp;nbsp; One is basically a hydraulic bottle jack in the place of the screw in the manual presser, the other uses a hydraulic cylinder powered by a hydraulic power unit (electric). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As it stands now, the project is leaning towards using the cracker on a commercial scale.&amp;nbsp; The assistance to rural people will come from the income they can receive by selling their collected nuts before or after cracking them.&amp;nbsp; That is not to say that the cracked nuts can't be pressed by individuals for their own benefit, but the goal of this project is the commercialization for the oil.&amp;nbsp; Currently the industry is basically individuals producing oil for personal use, local markets, or small quantity export. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Electricity may or may not be available in all villages, therefore this machine is powered by a hand crank, with the option open that a pulley put on the shaft to power it via electric motor or a diesel engine.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;The nut is available in huge quantities I am told, as there are entire forests of the tree... and since nothing eats the nuts, it won't be taking a food source away from any animals (just might have to let the elephants eat the fruit first).&amp;nbsp; Part of the project will be ensuring that collection is done in a sustainable manner, meaning that enough nuts are left on the ground to form the next generation of trees etc. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think I answered all of them&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-115510399975262995?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/115510399975262995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=115510399975262995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115510399975262995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115510399975262995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/08/questions-answered.html' title='Questions Answered...'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-115510384400262572</id><published>2006-08-09T08:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T10:49:40.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Every morning a competition is held in the house where I stay in Libala.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The battle is between Zambian Mother and Canadian Son and is all over a simple pot of water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now you may ask: what is there to compete over in a pot of water? Well let me tell you my friend, there is plenty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is not a material battle, but a battle of principle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Allow me to explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Rose or Mommy, my Zambian mother, insists that I take a bath every morning before going off to work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don't argue, as I do like the "fresh and clean" feeling a morning bath offers when going to work or school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I've mentioned before, in order to take a bath, water must be warmed on the stove, for the tap water is much to cold, and the mornings quite frigid for a straight shower.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So to have a bath at around 0620, the water must begin heating by 0600 at the latest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is where the competition begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;For my first week here, I wasn't used to the routine, and Mommy would anticipate my waking up and put on the water accordingly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was really appreciated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Very quickly I was able to judge what time I needed to wake up at to put water on myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt bad that Mommy would get up early and put water on for me, when I am perfectly capable of putting the water on myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So for a few days, I would get up about half an hour early and put my own water on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, it seems as if Mommy would have nothing of the sort, and was determined to get up before I, and put water on for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So with no other option, I start to get up a little earlier than her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is until she started to get up around 0430 to put water on. That is when I had to say something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;See up until this point, a single word about this competition had not been uttered in the house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I began to tell her that I had noticed that she had gotten up very early, and that she didn't have to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was the day a truce was reached, albeit a temporary truce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;We came to a compromise, which allowed her to still feel like she was doing something for me, while I wasn't left feeling guilty about her getting up so early (especially on the really cold mornings).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The arrangement that was reached was that Mommy would fill the pot with water and place it on the stove, the night before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the morning, all that I would have to do was switch it on at an appropriate time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;This arrangement worked, and the truce stood for almost a month, until last week, when the truce was broken.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mommy, has broken the agreement, and begun to wake up early and switch on the stove, after she has put the water in the pot, on the stove the night before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This morning I was scared half to death, when I opened my bedroom door, to look into the kitchen and see Mommy's silhouette in the dark standing at the stove.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had not heard her get up, usually I do.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;So I am almost back where I started, in an endless struggle to warm bathwater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Ricky Patel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-115510384400262572?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/115510384400262572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=115510384400262572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115510384400262572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115510384400262572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/08/competition.html' title='The Competition'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-115458871708427229</id><published>2006-08-03T09:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T09:05:17.096+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the smell of welding smoke in the morning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;That o-zone, molten metal smell.....smells like.... progress!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;One thing I’ve noticed, is that welding smoke smells the same in Canada as it does in Zambia, but then I don’t know why it would smell any different.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It reminds me of the summer I spent working at an engineering firm in Hamilton and the smoke from the welding would waft into the office from the shop below.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I’ve been spending a lot of time overseeing and helping with the construction of the prototype Mongongo (or Manketti) Nut Cracking machine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll give you a quick overview of the project.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Mongongo is a native nut to this region of Southern Africa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The nut, which is collected from the wild, as well as the oil, is high in vitamin E.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The shell is very hard and quite difficult to crack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Elephants love to eat the Mongongo fruit, and the nuts pass through their digestive systems completely unscathed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Traditionally the nut was cracked by smashing it between two rocks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now this is a very slow process, which is not suitable for commercial production of oil.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was necessary to develop a machine capable of cracking this very hard nut.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;The focus for ASNAPP currently is developing the cracking technology, which will help to develop the industry of Mongongo oil production (which will give rural peoples to earn income from collecting wild nuts) which is where I come in as an Engineers without Borders volunteer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m using some of the “engineering skills” I have learned both at Centennial College studying Automation and Robotics and at Western studying Integrated Engineering to assist in the development of this machine and also using some of the ideas and concepts of sustainable development and appropriate technologies that I’ve learned in my time/training with EWB to try to ensure that this machine is created in manner that it will be able to be produced and used effectively considering the resources/abilities available in Zambia, and in the communities where it will eventually work.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The latter being quite difficult, as I don’t know what resources or abilities are in the communities where this machine will be used. But hopefully in the next few weeks I’ll be finding out.  I know, a little late in the process to be doing it, but better late than never.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-115458871708427229?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/115458871708427229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=115458871708427229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115458871708427229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115458871708427229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-smell-of-welding-smoke-in.html' title='I love the smell of welding smoke in the morning...'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-115441232424362172</id><published>2006-08-01T08:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T08:05:24.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Showtime!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;The show grounds is a flurry of activity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The dirt is being swept up, paint is being applied and all is being made ready.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, it’s time for the Zambia Agriculture and Commercial Show!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In a few short days, Lusaka city will empty as the entire population converges on the show grounds to see the displays, the cultural shows, taste the food and have fun! (ok maybe not the entire city)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I took a break from the Mongongo Cracker friday to take a quick trip to the show grounds with Peter, an ASNAPP Staff member and the man who shares his desk with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went to check out the preparations being made on the ASNAPP stand in the Organic and Natural Products Pavilion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Work is progressing, and things should be ready by the time the show opens August 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ASNAPP will be exhibiting some of the natural products it is directly promoting, as well as providing a venue for some of the partner natural product producers under ANSAPP’s umbrella, including some farmers/women’s groups. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I’m not sure why, but I’m really excited about the show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know what I will be doing at the show as far as the ASNAPP stand is concerned but I’m pretty sure that I will be involved in some form, possibly being an ASNAPP rep at the stand as I have learned a fair bit about ASNAPP programs and can talk to people about them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However I still have a Mongongo Cracker to complete and test, and I do still want to get some serious field time in before time runs out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Which it seems to be doing rather quickly). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I’m going to try and update my blog a bit more frequently over the last month of my placement, so keep an eye open.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Leave me some comments so I know who’s reading this, and if you have any questions let me know!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-115441232424362172?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/115441232424362172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=115441232424362172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115441232424362172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115441232424362172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-showtime.html' title='It&apos;s Showtime!!'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-115400881351146813</id><published>2006-07-27T15:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T09:22:30.966+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Sir....</title><content type='html'>“Please sir, one hundred Kwacha? So hungry, no food, please sir!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyday in my travels through Lusaka, I no doubt pass at least one child, who asks me for money.  Most of the time they’re just down the street at the main intersection of Kubulonga, or Kubulonga Robots as they are referred to (robots being a slang term used here for traffic lights).  Kubulonga, the area where my office is located, is quite an upscale portion of Lusaka.  Quite a stark contrast too most other places in the city.  Yet, despite the affluence, there are still street children in this area.  Not surprising, as there really is no great physical divide here between rich and poor.  Not like in North America, where in rich neighborhoods you see no evidence of poverty what so ever.  Here, Rich and Poor live along side each other.  The rich seemingly are almost completely oblivious to the existence of the poor though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I pass by these kids, I have this great moral dilemma.  What do I do?  I know I have a hundred Kwacha in my pocket, and it really isn’t a lot of money (about 3 cents), I could give it and make this kid happy perhaps.  I don’t know what he’d use it for, maybe he’s genuine and buy food, maybe not and buy something else.  I don’t know!  And what about the precedent it sets?  I surly cannot afford to give money to every child in this city, let alone country who asks me for it, how can I choose one child over another? People argue that giving child beggars money only encourages illiteracy.  If that child wasn’t begging, they mean to say, he’d be in school.  But how can he be in school if he cannot afford the school fees. What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again, I just walk by these children, most of the time not even acknowledging their presence, but sometimes giving them the shake of the head to say no.  I feel like a jerk doing it, but what can I do?  I can throw out explanations of begging not being a sustainable income, and it’s better for them to go to school, but in the end what good will it do? Will it discourage the child from begging if that is his only means of survival in this city? What does the kid do at my refusal? Nothing, just moves on to ask the next person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adults are worse, they’ll actually yell at me when I refuse, times I’m glad I don’t speak Nyanja, Tonga, Bemba or any of the other Zambian languages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-115400881351146813?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/115400881351146813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=115400881351146813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115400881351146813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115400881351146813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/07/please-sir.html' title='Please Sir....'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-115399682790518639</id><published>2006-07-27T12:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T12:50:19.453+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/2575/640/DSCN2410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/2575/320/DSCN2410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacks of Wild harvested Fadogia tea stacked in the ASNAPP backyard.  This is usually where I eat my lunch of Sausage Rolls, that is when I'm not out at Mr. Mukasa's Shop or elsewhere in the field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/2575/640/DSCN2408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/2575/320/DSCN2408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of Mr. Mukasa's busy shopyard.  In the foreground, construction of the cracking machine is progressing, and in the background, some Mongongo Oil is being Expelled using a simple Cold Press technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/2575/640/DSCN2474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/2575/320/DSCN2474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the various machined parts produced for the Cracking machine.  Pictured is the Eccentric Shaft, Bearing Blocks, Hubs with Brass Bushings, and the base &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e cracking jaws, made from old railway tracks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-115399682790518639?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/115399682790518639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=115399682790518639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115399682790518639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115399682790518639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-pictures.html' title='Some Pictures'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-115383732324533283</id><published>2006-07-25T16:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T15:00:27.803+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Hands</title><content type='html'>[Check the bottom of this post for some new pics posted 07/26/06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure if it’s because I’m a Westerner, or because I’m regarded as an engineer, or because I wear clean dress shirts (most of the time,  remember, I do my own laundry in a tub by hand in the backyard, which means I use wardrobe conservation techniques), but since the day I started work, I’ve been prevented from helping out with some of the physical tasks that are required in the day to day operations of ASNAPP.  But despite this resistance I’ve faced, I’ve managed to show my co-workers that just because I’m a Westerner/Engineer I can get my hands dirty and pitch in when help is needed, whether it be unloading a truck full of wild harvested tea, to loading a truck with a motorcycle or rolls of wire fencing.  This is the background story to how I got grease on my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we were in the process of finding/buying materials and outsourcing some of the machining work required for the Mongongo Nut cracking machine.  All the machining work (turning of an eccentric shaft, various hubs and bushings) was done at Lusaka’s Industrial Training Center (ITC), which is an institute teaching students various trade skills, including machining, computer systems, automotive repairs and also takes on  machining jobs to supplement it’s income.  ITC was able to source most of the materials for the parts they were making except for a cylinder of steel at least 120mm in diameter, so I set off with Mr. Mukasa, the entrepreneur whose design/concept is the basis of the machine and is building the machine, to find this material in Lusaka.  Now normally perhaps in Canada, that wouldn’t be such a hard task, as there are many steel suppliers with stocks full of various sizes of steel.  But here in Zambia, it’s a bit of a problem, as supply is low, as with demand.  This puts a bit of a constraint on the appropriateness of this machine, and will be examined at a later stage, right now we’re just trying to get something that works. So we went to one of Mr. Mukasa’s contacts, and luckily enough, the material we were looking for was right at the front door.  It was purchased and I was sent to drop it off at ITC to get the machining done.  As soon as we get to ITC I wanting to show that I can do some work, jump out of the truck and go to grab the 40kg cylinder of mild steel.  I’m sure I would have managed but it was covered in grease, and subsequently slipped out of my hands and the grease got on my shirt.  Mr. Bryson, one of our friendly ASNAPP drivers, told me to get out of the way, and got some rags and picked up and took it inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s the grease story, and you know what, it made me really happy.  I enjoy getting my hands on a project and that was really the first instance when I felt like I really had gotten my hands on the project, because my hands got dirty, as well as my shirt.  It’s a feeling hard to explain.  It’s like a football (I have been forced to stop calling it soccer) player never getting a grass stain on his uniform, or a Chef never getting sauce on his apron.  To me, I wouldn’t feel like I’m being an engineer without getting my hands dirty. I’m sure that there are many engineers out there that will disagree, but that is my opinion.  Either way, the moment was a pivotal one as it meant that I was making forward progress on my project.  Up until that moment, I hadn’t felt like I had done much (as evidenced by lack of information regarding my “real work” on my blog).  But to see that I had taken this project from a state of being just a sketch on a drawing board with no real chance of being made the day I walked into Mr. Mukasa’s office, to a stage where the prototype was being constructed, with all the NGO red tape and funding issues that go hand in hand with this world (NGO world) made me start feeling like I’ve been accomplishing something while here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure you’re wondering what this machine is going to do and what it has to do with reducing poverty in Zambia, and I will perhaps give you a quick run down in my next installment with hopefully some early test results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Until then, I leave you with a picture of my new friend (Left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The one on the right belongs to David Damberger, I was just drum sitting).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got her in Kafue, on the way down to the Junior Fellow retreat held Canada day long&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;weekend (also a long weekend here in Zambia, Hero’s Day and Unity Day on the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; and 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; respectively) in Siavonga, on the beautiful Lake Kariba.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here’s a picture of Kathleen (EWB long term OV – center), Courtney (EWB JF –right) and yours truly, enjoying the scenery, while sitting on a rocky point. (Don’t worry, the beard is mostly shaved off, I look respectable). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/2575/1600/DSCN2398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/2575/320/DSCN2398.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/2575/1600/DSCN2298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/2575/320/DSCN2298.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-115383732324533283?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/115383732324533283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=115383732324533283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115383732324533283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115383732324533283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/07/dirty-hands.html' title='Dirty Hands'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-115323436369121295</id><published>2006-07-18T16:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T16:52:43.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'>grease lightning!</title><content type='html'>I got grease on my shirt today.&amp;nbsp; While it may not seem like a huge deal (unless you're doing my laundry, which by the way I do in a tub in the back yard), it is, as it means that we're out of the planning stage of the Mungongo nut cracking machine..and onto the prototyping stage.... I'll explain more later....stay tuned! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-115323436369121295?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/115323436369121295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=115323436369121295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115323436369121295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115323436369121295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/07/grease-lightning.html' title='grease lightning!'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-115286542747372105</id><published>2006-07-14T10:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T10:23:47.543+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Gossip</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;Last weekend when my Zambian mother told me  her church section was coming over Wednesday night for a bible study, my first  thought was: What can I do away from home Wednesday night?&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;But then she told me that I was welcome  to be there, and even encouraged me to attend, (and give an offering when the  plate went around!).&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;So, in the  spirit of having new experiences, I decided to have an open mind about the bible  study session and attend.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;By the  time I got home from work, there were already a few men and women from the  church section seated in the living room. I took a seat on the sofa next to the  other few men who greeted me with handshakes (Zambian handshakes that is).&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Soon after I had been seated, more  people came to the door and then more people such that the tiny house I stay in,  was now filled with about 30 people.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The living room was full, and some people were forced to sit in the  kitchen.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;The evening began off with the singing of  hymns.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Regularly, I would perhaps  cringe a bit at the singing of hymns (having actually been to Church a couple of  times during Church Parades with the Legion in Tillsonburg when I was an Air  Cadet). I remember the singing of hymns to be boring and spiritless.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;But&amp;nbsp;the hymns sung that evening  were beautifully sung, full of spirit and passion.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Each member of the section knew his or  her part/harmony.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The hymns were  all sung in Nyanja, which only enhanced their beauty (much like opera sung in  Italian, French or German sounds so much nicer than ones sang in English).&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The group almost sounded like a  well-rehearsed choir.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It was  amazing and quite the spiritual experience at a very basic level.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;At one point during the hymns, the power  went off, but the group continued singing and the power came back on (usually  when the power goes off, it stays off for four or five hours), the power of  Christ? Hmmmm, perhaps.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;After the hymns were sang, came the time for the  bible study portion of the evening.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;I was handed a bible so that I could follow along.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I flipped to the book and found the  chapter and verse they were reading and read along as one of the children who  was there read aloud.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The theme of  the evenings readings and discussions was gossip and the sin that it is.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The discussion lasted for about half an  hour; with most people agreeing that gossip is evil, and is a sin and all should  stop gossiping.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I wonder how many  of the people there have actually stopped, since here, as in many places around  the world, gossip, it seems, is a pass time for young and old, men and  women.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Im sure that I perhaps was  a spark of some gossip last night, as most of the attendees werent aware that I  was staying there.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I asked my  Zambian mother if she thought anyone had stopped gossiping after the session,  and she was doubtful that anyone actually did.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;The evening ended with some more hymns and  everyone filing out while singing, into the cool moonlight night that had  settled on the neighbourhood, where everyone wished each other farewell and went  on their way home.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-115286542747372105?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/115286542747372105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=115286542747372105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115286542747372105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115286542747372105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/07/church-gossip.html' title='Church Gossip'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-115210909256414757</id><published>2006-07-05T16:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:18:12.616+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week with Dr. Juliani</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;The week of June 19&lt;SUP&gt;th&lt;/SUP&gt;, ASNAPP-Zambia  was playing host to Professor Rodolfo Juliani, from Rutgers State University,  New Jersey, USA.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Dr. Juliani is a  partner with ASNAPP in the US and oversees quality control and product  development of ASNAPPs various natural products and conducts chemical analysis  for ASNAPP on the products it is promoting.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Dr. Juliani was here specifically to  evaluate a number of crop cluster, as well as work on development for mungongo  and geranium products in the Lusaka area.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Also on his itinerary was a visit to Chipata to see some of the  activities going on as part of the Chinyanja Triangle Project.&lt;?xml:namespace  prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office"  /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;The Chinyanja Triangle project is a project  involving the Eastern Province of Zambia, Malawi and Mozambique.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The three areas form a triangle, and are  named after the predominant language spoken in these three areas,  Chinyanja.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The project incorporates  fruit and vegetable growers, paprika growers and various agro-forestry  programs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;The first place of visit on Dr. Julianis visit  was the Shiyala Community School.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;This school, near Chongwe, east of Lusaka, is mainly for orphan  children.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Dr. Juliani visited this  school on his last visit to Zambia.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;On his return to the US, he made a presentation to his daughters nursery  school, which were inspired to help these children, and sent along a number of  books, as well as artwork for the children of the Shiyala School.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Dr. Juliani also laid the groundwork for  additional cooperation between his daughters school and the Shiyala School in  the future.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Shiyala also is the  home of a group of women who are involved with an ASNAPP vegetable growers  project, as well as the site of a Moringa and Lemongrass  nursery.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;Next we traveled to Arulusa Farms, North of  Lusaka in the Chisamba area. Here we met with Peter Gatt.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Arulusa Farms is an essential oil  producer. They produce oils from Tea Tree, geranium, lemon grass, among  others.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The lemon grass oil is  specifically made into soap and other products, which are sold locally along  with some of their other products in the department store chain Shop-Rite.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A bulk of their oil produced is sold as  export overseas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;On Tuesday, we departed for Chipata, which is  about 500 km east of Lusaka, on the Eastern most edge of Zambia, on the Malawi  Border.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The traveling group  consisted of Dr. Juliani, Dr. Daka, Mr. Malumo, the Mr. Sakala, our driver and  myself.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The trip took approximately  7 hours due to some poor road conditions.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Upon arrival at Chipata we met with Jones Chitondo, an ASNAPP-Zambia  Staff member, who is in Chipata setting up a new field office there, as well  with Eularia Zulu Syamujaye, who is with the Lutheran World Federation, and  works in the Rural Community Development and Empowerment  Program.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;Wednesday Morning we set out for our first stop  in a day of field visits.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;We  visited the Msekera Research Station and Agro-Forestry centre.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;This station is a joint project between  Government (Ministry of Agriculture) and ICRAF and is the site of some of  ASNAPPs paprika trials.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Here we  met with Gillian Kabwe who is the site project manager with ICRAF and Dr. S  Lungu.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The site is also conducting  biomass transfer experiments, which involves using organic materials as  fertilizers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;One particular organic material studied here is  the Glicidia Sepium tree.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The  leaves of this tree form an excellent natural fertilizer for soil.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It can be used to both revitalize  depleted soils, as well as supplement productive soils.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The research conducted at this station  involved establishment/propagation methods.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Methods studied were:  &lt;/SPAN&gt;polyethylene pots, bare root transplant, direct sowing and cuttings.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 54pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;The experiments conducted found  that the best and most economical method was the bare root transplant  method.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The experiment has now  progressed into a management stage, where different techniques are being studied  in regards to managing a stand of trees and harvesting the leaves.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The Dry leaves which fall from the tree  naturally can also be utilized, however the nutrient content is not as high, but  it does exhibit a longer residual effect vs. green leaves.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The tree can be intercropped with Maize  and has been shown to increase the yield of a maize field by up to 4 times.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;From Msekera, we made a quick  stop at Radio Maria, a catholic radio station so that Dr. Juliani, Dr. Daka and  Mr. Malumo could provide a quick interview for a program, which highlights the  activities/programs of NGOs operating in the area.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;Our Final destination was the  village of Mugabe.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The village is  located very close to the Zambia  Malawi Border.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Here we visited Jerry, a vegetable  farmer.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Jerry is very fortunate as  his farm is situated in what is called Dambos or wetlands.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Here the water table is very high, and  often places at the surface.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Combine the easy water access with very fertile soil,&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;has allowed Jerry to establish a large  and very productive farm.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;He grows  a large variety of fruits and vegetables.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;On Thursday we departed Chipata  for Lusaka, and en route stopped in the village of Katete to visit a farmers  co-operative who mainly produce citrus fruits.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;HOTCOP (for Horticultural Cooperative)  as the cooperative calls is self, incorporates a variety of levels of farmers,  from the small-scale vulnerable farmer to the large-scale plantation farmers,  which we visited this day.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;This  visit was almost a first contact visit for ASNAPP.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The main purpose was to make contact  with the cooperative and lay some groundwork for ASNAPP assistance.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The main complaints that farmers in this  area have is that they have a difficult time accessing inputs such as  fertilizers, as well as accessing markets.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The closure of several processing plants in Zambia has lead to a decline  in the market, and an increase in cost for transportation to any remaining  processing plants.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Sales to the  open market have declined in the face of stiff competition from imported citrus  from South Africa and are not sufficient for the survival of all the  farmers.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Water is not a major  concern in this area, as it is situated at the foot of some large hills, which  have many water springs, which can be, and are tapped for irrigation  purposes.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;ASNAPPs proposed role in  the assistance of this group of farmers will be to facilitate market linkages  with processors around Zambia, and perhaps facilitate a local pre processing  facility.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;The final day with Dr. Juliani  took us to the Nanga National Irrigation Research Station near Mazabuka.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The station was hosting a field day,  whose theme was: Sustainable Agricultural Growth through Irrigation Research  and Development.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;On display were  the various experiments and works that the research station is currently  conducting, as well as various small-scale irrigation systems, which farmers can  implement such as drip irrigation.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;ASNAPP had a stand at the field day, in an area, which showcased some  natural products and their uses as medicinal plants.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The main item on display at the ASNAPP  stand was Morringa, which ASNAPP is actively promoting as the Miracle Tree for  its wide variety of nutrients and uses.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;The  Farm in the wetlands was a very exciting thing to see, not only for myself but  all the ANSAPP staff.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Jerry is a  model farmer.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;He tries various  techniques suggested to him and adopts what works, and has established a  successful farm.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;With perhaps 36  million hectares of wetlands such as the ones Jerrys farm is situated on, there  is a great possibility for more productive farms such as Jerrys.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;However the productive farms do come at  an expense.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Wetlands are an  important part of an ecosystem, as they provide homes to many animals and  plants, as well as an integral part of the water shed.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Converting natural wetlands into farm  lands can cause major damage to a local ecosystem.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;This is something that definitely must  be studied before any promotion of agriculture on wetland areas is promoted, as  the wetlands are a great resource, for possible agriculture, but also intact, in  their natural state.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-115210909256414757?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/115210909256414757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=115210909256414757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115210909256414757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115210909256414757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/07/week-with-dr-juliani.html' title='A Week with Dr. Juliani'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-115150512993675313</id><published>2006-06-28T16:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:32:09.993+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Medicinal Plants Workshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;From  June 12&lt;SUP&gt;th&lt;/SUP&gt; to June 17&lt;SUP&gt;th&lt;/SUP&gt;, I was at a Medicinal Plants  workshop hosted by ASNAPP-Zambia.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The theme of the workshop specifically was  Formulation of Sustainable  and Quality Standard Natural Medicinal Plant Products.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;This workshop falls in with ANSAPPs  involvement in the Partnership for Food Industry Development in Natural Products  (PFID/NP).&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Professor Mazuru Gundiza  from the University of South Africa facilitated the workshop.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Prof. Gundiza is a chemist by training,  and an expert on natural medicinal plants and medicines.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman"&gt;ANSAPP served as the host for the workshop, which was  held at the Barn Motel, about 20 km east of Lusaka.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;All staff from ASNAPP was involved with  the workshop in some form, and most was also participating in the workshop.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;My role was to take note of any  discussions and/or questions that would arise during sessions that wasnt  covered in the prepared course manual.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman"&gt;During the workshop, Participants learned various  techniques of processing plant material into various products, specifically:  Capsules, Creams, Tinctures, Ointments, Lotions, Salves, Decoctions,  Inhalations, Infusions and Herbal teas.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Also presented was an outline for a business plan such that participants  could leave the workshop primed to start their own  business.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;The  workshop covered a large amount of information, however, I felt that much of it  wasnt presented in enough detail.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The procedures for preparing some of the products are somewhat complex,  and require more time to learn properly.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The workshop, I felt was more of a stepping stone to allow would be  entrepreneurs a place to start from to produce products from natural  plants.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;However if a person were to  seriously wish to create a business, they would be required to do further  research and practice into the techniques  presented.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;I was  in a unique position as I was able to take a fly on the wall place during the  sessions.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;This was valuable as it  allowed me to observe the proceedings and people.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;One aspect of people that I was  observing was their attitudes specifically towards natural products.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;There were a number of people there who  had already made natural products a business and were making money from it, and  it seemed were there mainly to promote their own businesses and products.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;There were also those who genuinely  believed in the power of natural medicines and really wanted to bring them to  people who really needed them.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Also  present were those who wanted just to learn for themselves, and did not really  intend to go into business, but rather just produce products for  themselves.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Out of all the  attitudes I found the first, Make Money attitude the most disturbing, as none  of the people seemed to have any plan, or desire to make these medicines  available to those who desperately need them.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;An argument made against this was that  these are natural remedies, that people are free to use, if they cant use them  on their own, and need help, then they will have to pay for it.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;But the problem is the knowledge of  these remedies is not as widespread as it may have been in previous  generations.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;With conventional  medicines being the mainstay of medical treatment, and natural medicines being  rejected by doctors and clergy for many years as witchcraft. The teaching of  these techniques ceased and has died with the older generations.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;So there is need to re-learn these  techniques and remedies.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;However  these business people seem to&amp;nbsp;have no desire to teach, just to  sell.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;Hope  is not lost though.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;As ASNAPP and  many at the workshop have a clear vision about natural products and their  promotion, including the establishment of a college of natural medicine which  would provide accessible education about natural remedies, along with work to  re-integrate natural remedies into the mainstream healthcare of Zambia.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;To this end, the Natural Products  Association of Zambia was formed at the end of the workshop.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Although still requiring official  registration, the association will begin the process of networking individuals  and organizations that are dealing with natural products, so that they may all  work together to further natural products. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;I  found the formation of the association to be very inspiring.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It is always fantastic to see a group of  people come together towards a common goal, especially something so basic and  natural as natural medicines/products.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;I do have a bit of scepticism about whether or not it will succeed, as  the differing attitudes I mentioned earlier, will create an interesting dynamic  in the governance of the association, which will ultimately set its  direction.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;However with ASNAPP in a  key role in this association, there is some assurance that there will always be  a voice for the more altruistic possibilities of natural  products.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;(sorry, no pictures&amp;nbsp;worth posting for this  one, I'll show you when I get back)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Next&amp;nbsp;entry will  be&amp;nbsp;about&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;week spent with an Argentinean Doctor from New  Jersey&amp;nbsp;and our trip to  Chipata.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-115150512993675313?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/115150512993675313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=115150512993675313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115150512993675313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115150512993675313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/06/medicinal-plants-workshop.html' title='Medicinal Plants Workshop'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-115133297153598622</id><published>2006-06-26T16:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T16:07:42.906+02:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Daily Life and other stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I've had some requests for some more about my  experiences and what's going on with me. Here's the Questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is my host family like? Well I'm living with  an elderly widow named Rose.  She is called Mommy by everyone.  A  number of previous EWB volunteers have stayed here at some point.  I was  set up here by Mike Quinn, who was the first, and is currently a Long term EWB  volunteer based out of Livingston.  Rose is really nice, and lives up to  her nickname.  It has been really easy to settle in here.  So it's  just the two of us living in a two bedroom house.  There are times when it  gets kinda boring with no one else around, but the rest of the time I really  appreciate the quiet and the space I have to just decompress after a long  day.  Rose's Son, lives near by with his wife and two small children.   They usually drop by for a visit in the evenings and the kids usually find  me entertaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How is the food?  Well the first week I spent    living in this house, I didn't eat much.  My diet was bread and    jam.  I fell ill my first day here.  The usual travelers diareah    complicated with Fever.  But slowly I've been getting used to eating    Nshima and vegetables and meat/chicken.  The food is alright.  I    wouldn't say it's really good, nor would I say it's really bad.  It    tastes a little bland at times, but I'm used to food with some serious    spice.  Luckily there are some really decent chilli peppers that are    available here that add some flavour to any dish.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How am I dealing with the bucket shower?  I'm    dealing well.  At first it was really awkward but I'm getting used to    it.  The house doesn't have a bathtub, but rather a shower stall.     Now you ask, why I don't take a shower when there's a shower stall. Well    because there's no hot water, and in the mornings the tap water is usually    pretty cold.  So the only option is to boil water on the stove, and mix    into a bucket of cold water for a perfect bathing blend.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How am I dealing with the commute? I'm    dealing!  The walk to work, which takes me about an hour, has begun to    feel like nothing.  I find myself spacing out a bit while walking and not    realizing how far I've gone, and surprising myself when I reach a turning    point or landmark.  The return trip home is becoming equally    routine.  The minibus to Kulima Towers bus station, the connection back    out to my neighbourhood, I don't think about it much anymore, it's become    routine. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is Paprika a Pepper and is it eaten fresh off the    plant? Paprika is a pepper.  But I don't think anyone eats it fresh off    the plant.  Some may, but the bulk of the paprika is either dried and    crushed for sale as a spice, or processed for its oil, which becomes an    ingredient in various things such as medicines.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Background of ANSAPP staff:  The staff do not    come from any particular cultural background.  I think most of them do    have farming roots as well as formal educations in some aspect of    agriculture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The past two weeks have been really busy for  me.  I've spent a lot of time out of the office at various field sites and  trainings.  I will be writing up some reports on those as well as some  updates on the Mungongo nut project soon, so stay  tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-115133297153598622?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/115133297153598622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=115133297153598622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115133297153598622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/115133297153598622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-on-daily-life-and-other-stuff.html' title='More on Daily Life and other stuff'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-114993264469038504</id><published>2006-06-10T11:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T11:56:50.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Visit # 2 – Paprika Farmers, Chisamba District 06/08/06</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;The purpose of this visit was to meet with paprika farmers to see how their paprika harvest was progressing, as well as deliver some woven polyethylene sacks in which the graded paprika is to be packaged for transport to the processing facility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;In this area, the paprika harvest is in full swing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They suspect the crop to be completely harvested and ready to ship within a few weeks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were no complaints here about the weather etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here the crop yield is high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/2575/1600/DSCN1984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/2575/320/DSCN1984.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;This area is home to the Chipembi Farm College.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is an agricultu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;ral college run by the Anglican Church to teach farmers proper farming techniques.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here students, who have just gradated high school, undergo classroom instruction as well as practical field work, with a large field area, complete with irrigation, for students to plant and maintain their own crops.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The crops the students grow are sold to help with costs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The paprika seedling nursery for the local community was established at the college because of the excellent irrigation facilities present.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once the seedlings were ready they were tran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;splanted to individual farmers fields.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the college we met with Mr. Namasumo, who is the head of production and a lecturer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He showed us the current paprika crop, the drying stands used to dry the paprika, as well as the graded bales they have already produced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Paprika starts life off as a seed in a highly controlled nursery, where it is allowed to germinate and grow into a seedling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the nursery, the see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;dlings are taken through a hardening process to ensure their survival upon transplanting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the seedlings have reached a specified size, they are transplanted to the growing fields.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In this case the nursery was established by a farmers co-operative, who then shared in the seedlings, and will then sell all their harvested paprika through ASNAPP to the processor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Once the seedling is transplanted, it will take about 8-9 weeks before the first flowers appear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From the time the first flowers appear, it will take about 3-4 months before each flower becomes a pod, and the pod is ready to be picked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Picked pods are then dried before baling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The preferred method of drying is on elevated drying stands which allow for the paprika to evenly dry, and remain relatively free of contamination from animals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most farmers in this area, since it is their first time growing Paprika, have yet to invest in the drying stands, and thus have opted to dry their Paprika on the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/2575/1600/DSCN1977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/2575/320/DSCN1977.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;The paprika plant will continue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;flowe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;ring at 2-4 week intervals depending on the sunlight, moisture available and disease rate (disease may cause the plant to become dormant).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The variety being grown here is Papri-King, which is an open pollinated variety and tends to be quite disease resistant, although not immune, it responds very well and quickly to chemicals to treat any disease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;The Paprika grown&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;by this co-op is bound for a processing plant, here, in Zambia (which hopefully I’ll be visiting in the near future), which will process the paprika&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and extract the oil, rather than into a dry spice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;This was a very fast visit, but it showed me how things are generally supposed to work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although not 100%, The farmers here are doing a really good job with their paprika.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;k of the crop is of Grade A or B.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only real criticisms was the techniques they were using to dry the paprika and the fact that some of the farmers had tended to neglect their fields once the harvest began, allowing an overgrowth of weeds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But overall, the results shown in this area are very encouraging, which means farmers will be willing to grow paprika again next season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-114993264469038504?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/114993264469038504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=114993264469038504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/114993264469038504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/114993264469038504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/06/field-visit-2-paprika-farmers-chisamba.html' title='Field Visit # 2 – Paprika Farmers, Chisamba District 06/08/06'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-114941247331253307</id><published>2006-06-04T11:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T11:47:46.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Visit # 1 – Chanyanya, Kafue District.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Paprika – Training on Harvesting and Quality Control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;On May 31&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;. I had the opportunity to make my first field visit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I traveled with an Extension Officer from ASNAPP-Zambia to the village of Chanyanya on the banks of the Kafue River.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There we met with representatives from two farmers groups who are engaged in the cultiv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;ation of Paprika, The Chanyanya Farmers group, which has 61 members, and the Katuya Cumbele Women’s Group (Which roughly translates to “Lets Go!” Women’s Group, I am told), with 12 members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Chanyanya, is on the banks of the Kafue River, roughly 70 km south of Lusaka near the town of Kafue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The river is a great resource of fish, and is the village’s main industry, and the source of many of it’s problems.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many youth, flock to the fishing boats instead of going to school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Either they can’t afford school, or they want to make a buck fishing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is leads to a very high illiteracy rate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The fishing industry also brings in many outsiders who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;wish to buy and sell their fish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of the market selling is done by women, who I am told also sell themselves along side their fish to visiting fishermen and fish merchants.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This prostitution has lead to a very high rate of HIV/AIDS in the area.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Efforts are being made to encourage agriculture, and further, the cultivation of certain cash crops along side staple crops, like Paprika, to enable the people of the area to increase their income from agriculture, and become less dependant on fishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/2575/1600/DSCN1966.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/2575/320/DSCN1966.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;The purpose of this visit was to gauge how the farmers who had joined onto the paprika program were doing as we are in the midst of the harvest season, give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;r a refresher on when to harvest the paprika and how to grade, and too see who has started planning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;/preparations for the next planting before the next rainy season begins. (October/November).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;The session was a participatory session, which enabled the farmers to voice their concerns, as well as learn from one another about best practices.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of the major problems that limited the paprika production from this past year were initially a lack of water to start seedlings, and then when the rains did come, too much rain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since Chanyanya i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;s on the Kafue Rivers flood plains, the soil is quick to become water logged, which lead to flooded fields and drowned seedlings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some other problems were also identified, which seemed to stem from farmer negligence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/2575/320/DSCN1970.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/2575/1600/DSCN1970.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Also assessed was the number of farmers who were plannin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;g on growing paprika again in the next season, and more specifically who were planning on gro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;wing irrigated paprika (irrigated through the use of a treadle pump).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Currently 11 farmers in the area have treadle pumps through this paprika project.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of them still have not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt; paid for their pumps, as there was a payment arrangement that was dependant on the paprika crop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However since the crop has failed in the area for two years running, the payments were never made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Some conclusions that were drawn from the discussions were that the farmers are still not taking Paprika serious as a crop but are willing to try it out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Which is very understandable, as they can’t feed their families with paprika.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are also using the treadle pumps for cultivation of other vegetable crops, and neglecting the paprika.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was not an encouraging finding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Farmers were asked to show their commitment to Paprika, by starting the preparations of their seedling nurseries, or their treadle pumps will be redistributed, as there are other areas where farmers are successfully growing paprika, and require treadle pumps.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A follow up visit was scheduled in a couple weeks time to see what progress has been made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;ASNAPP is pushing the growing of paprika, because there is a market for it, and prices are very good, especially when compared to the maize or cotton (the other crops the other crops grown for market in the area).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Growing Paprika as their main crop, and maize as their secondary crop (only enough for their own consumption) would mean increased income for the farmers leading to all around well being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;For me, this was a very fascinating experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During training, we spent a lot of time doing case studies where we examined and practised participatory techniques.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was able to see the techniques in action, and also see some of the real problems that come out during these sorts of sessions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did not actively participate in the session, I was able to sit and observe aided by the local Community Development Officer for interpretation/translation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;One thing that I found surprising, is that the farmers were so quick to try to find someone else or something to blame for the failure of their crop,(like the lead farmer for not teaching them, too much rain, too little rain, ASNAPP for not monitoring) rather than try and take some responsibility for themselves (insufficient weeding, not buying fertilizer, not controlling pests, contact farmers not reporting to ASNAPP).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I always thought that trying to transfer blame for failure was a Western attitude, but I guess it’s pretty universal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I should also add that I had a very limited view of this village as it was my first time there, and I only spent a few hours there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope to return to this village to what else is going on there apart from the illiteracy, HIV/AIDS, and failing paprika, hopefully something positive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-114941247331253307?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/114941247331253307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=114941247331253307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/114941247331253307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/114941247331253307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/06/field-visit-1-chanyanya-kafue-district.html' title='Field Visit # 1 – Chanyanya, Kafue District.'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-114898650327333528</id><published>2006-05-30T12:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T11:01:00.726+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Daily life here in Lusaka for me isn't much different from daily life back home.  I get up, go to work, come home, eat sleep.  Sounds fun doesn't it?  Well I get up around 6-6:30 to get ready for work.  I take a quick bucket bath with hot water warmed on the stove, dress, grab a quick breakfast of a banana or some bread and jam, and start my walk to work around 7.  The walk to work takes me about an hour.  Work finishes at around 5, Leaving me about an hour to get home before it gets dark.  I usually take a mini-bus home from work.  Now imagine this.  A regular sized mini-van, normally seats about 8-9 people.  Now imagine this mini-van, crammed with 12-14 people, plus driver and conductor, careening along busy city streets and you have a mini-bus.  They are a pretty economical form of public transport.  Probably not the most enviormentally friendly or safe, but they get the job done in this city.  The mini-bus takes me from Kabulonga, where my office is, into the city center, where I transfer and take another bus out to Libala.  In total the trip takes about 45 mins, and is a little easier than doing it on foot.  Once at home, I relax a bit, before eating dinner, which usually conisists of Nshima and some vegetables and maybe some chicken.  As soon as it gets dark, the doors get closed and I'm not supposed to go anywhere.  Kind of an unwritten rule of survival in Lusaka. Don't go anywhere by yourself after dark.  If you have to, take taxi's and don't carry anything valuable.  So I sit inside, retreating into my room around 8 to write in my journal, read, and type emails.  Sometimes I'll watch television, but usually the programs are pretty boring, and sleeping is so appealing, especially with the Larium induced dreams.... good times!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-114898650327333528?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/114898650327333528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=114898650327333528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/114898650327333528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/114898650327333528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/05/daily-life.html' title='Daily Life'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-114854553917104815</id><published>2006-05-25T10:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T10:39:49.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling in….</title><content type='html'>I wrote this post on Monday, but throught some marvel of modern technology it didn't make it up.... so here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well going from ChaChaCha's backpackers hostel, our transition point from Canada to Zambia, and heading Libala (an area of Lusaka) was a huge leap.  Chachacha backpackers is a hostel which is both cheap (around $10 a night) and caters to Muzungu's (White people/Foreigners).  So things there were pretty nice...I could have spent a long time there.  We were in the city, so seeing what the city had to offer wasn't hard, but we were still in a protected little bubble behind the hostel's security gates and walls.  But that sort of experience isn't what this is all about.  On Saturday afternoon, the group of eight JF's from Canada, people I had grown quite close to, started to head out to their respective locales.  And so from chachacha's I booked a taxi and took my trip across down to Libala.  I am staying here with an elderly widow, affectionately called "Mommy" by all the past jf's and ltov's who have come through Lusaka.  She is very nice and lives up to her moniker.  Her eldest son, lives nearby with his two small children, who are always visiting Mommy's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first day of work, and it was really quite tedious.  I spent the day running around town, getting the requisites for my work permit, as well as accompanying the Director of ASNAPP Zambia as he tried to source materials for a project.  I felt like a typical development worker as I was driving around town in a white SUV with USAID decals (ASNAPP is a USAID funded NGO, I know, it's american, but they actually do some good).  After work I came home, played some ball with the kids, and as I write this I am sitting in my room, with some giant spiders as roommates getting ready to hit the sack.  I think I hear fraiser on the television... or it could be a South African Soap Opera....hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Ricky Patel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-114854553917104815?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/114854553917104815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=114854553917104815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/114854553917104815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/114854553917104815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/05/settling-in.html' title='Settling in….'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-114795094739435477</id><published>2006-05-18T13:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T13:15:47.403+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lusaka</title><content type='html'>I arrived in Lusaka yesterday afternoon.  I am currently exploring the Market areas and buying some food for dinner.  The city, from what I've seen is pretty much the same as any city I've seen in India, with some minor differences.  I'm going to be moving to my home for the summer tommarow, as well as visiting my office.  That's all for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-114795094739435477?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/114795094739435477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=114795094739435477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/114795094739435477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/114795094739435477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/05/lusaka.html' title='Lusaka'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-114731661407289806</id><published>2006-05-11T04:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T05:03:34.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In the EWB house</title><content type='html'>Well it's Already Wednesday.  I don't know where the past two days have gone.  They have been a blur of case studies, role playing, readings, walking between venues, a scavenger hunt, some delicious Ethiopian food, breakfast in Kensington Market and more.  But above all I've been learning a lot and making some pretty big steps in pushing myself out of my comfort zone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I "accidentally" volunteered for an activity following a reading we did.  Well little did I know that I was to play the part of Bana Maria, the first wife of Farmer Simon.  Well at first I didn't know what to do, or how to play this part, but somehow I managed to channel an African woman, and she exploded out of me like no body's business.  It was funny, and surprising.  I don't think anyone expected that from me, a guy who's usually quiet and reserved.  Well since then I've been type cast and anytime we do a role play (We did one today too) I am the African Woman.  I'm not quite sure how I feel about this.  But I guess I am learning something first hand about breaking/challenging stereotypes. Especially since not many people would expect a guy with a goatee to play an African Woman so well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-114731661407289806?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/114731661407289806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=114731661407289806' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/114731661407289806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/114731661407289806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-ewb-house.html' title='In the EWB house'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-114684081268096594</id><published>2006-05-05T16:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T16:53:32.680+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost ready</title><content type='html'>Well, Exams are done...and I'm just about packed and ready to go.  I start training on Monday, I'm getting really excited and also very nervous.  I'm getting butterflies in my stomach.  I'm worried about not being able to a adapt, to be able to integrate and not be able to complete my assignment. I know that I shouldn't doubt myself.  I will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing has been a tast in itself.  I've got  so much stuff, so little room and I can't think of what I should leave behind, because I already only the essentials.  Oh well...it's not like I have to carry my pack all the way to Zambia, however carrying it on the bus to training, to the airport and in Zambia will be a whole other story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-114684081268096594?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/114684081268096594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=114684081268096594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/114684081268096594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/114684081268096594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/05/almost-ready.html' title='Almost ready'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-114585284543713394</id><published>2006-04-24T06:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T22:59:03.320+02:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Well I just had a false alarm.... it was just a typo in a spreadsheet.... I'm still going to Lusaka, and still working with the nuts as far as I know.....what a crazy day... I was really quite excited about Livingstone, with Victoria Falls right there.  Hopefully I'll still get a chance to make the trip down and see the falls while in the country, I think it would be a shame to go all the way and not see the falls. Anyways... doesn't change much...got so much to do to prepare...not so much time to do it.... I start training in about 2 weeks]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  I just got word that my placement has changed..... I don't know what I'm doing now...looks like Im going to be out of Livingstone (as in Dr. Livingstone I presume hehe).  More as I find it out I guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-114585284543713394?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/114585284543713394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=114585284543713394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/114585284543713394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/114585284543713394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/04/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-114477336471816757</id><published>2006-04-11T18:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:36:04.733+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What I know so far...</title><content type='html'>I'm still in London, preparing for finals, and also preparing for my time overseas.  I found out last friday what I should be doing.  I was given the warning that development work is very dynamic, and a description of the work I'll be doing now, can drastically change by the time I arrive on site, and even after I arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be working with "Agribusiness in Sustainable Natural African Plant Products" (ASNAPP) and specifically working to improve a nut processing press used to extract oil from the Mungongo Nut.  The Mungongo nuts is very rich in Vitamin E and can be used as an additive in various products as well as a cooking oil.  The main goal is to increase the value of the products communities produce, by improved processing, and marketing resulting in more income from their natural Products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be based out of Lusaka, the capital of Zambia, and required to take multi-week "field trips" into the SouthWestern region of Zambia, where the nut is abundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far that is all I know..and like I said it could change at any time....  Well time to get this off my mind and concentrate on exams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-114477336471816757?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/114477336471816757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=114477336471816757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/114477336471816757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/114477336471816757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-i-know-so-far.html' title='What I know so far...'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24774217.post-114394717316343330</id><published>2006-04-02T05:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T08:50:53.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/2575/1600/ricky%20in%20zambia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/2575/320/ricky%20in%20zambia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a test. In about 45 days, I will be heading to Zambia to work for Engineers without Borders on some yet to be named Development Project. This blog will chronicle my experiences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24774217-114394717316343330?l=rickyinzambia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/feeds/114394717316343330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24774217&amp;postID=114394717316343330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/114394717316343330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24774217/posts/default/114394717316343330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickyinzambia.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-test.html' title='This is a test'/><author><name>Ricky Patel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105956859044188221653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/--iHdOrUx_GA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAK0w/-h1t2vqr81g/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
