It was dark. I could barely see the teeth of the man beside me as he smiled. He was generous enough to allow me to sit with him on the plastic bag containing a blanket he just bought at the market in Chipata. It was a God-send. The trip was rough and bumpy. The woman leaning on my back was constantly pushing me forward, as she was being forced to move by the passengers vying for space behind. On my knees was a bucket full of goods that another woman placed there because that was the only spot she could put it.
All I could see ahead of me were the silhouettes of all the other passengers shaking against the brightly lit trees whipping by. The ride was just… violent. The only things that remained still were the stars above and behind me. I focused on them to avoid pain in my left knee that was being squeezed into an awkward position during the trip. There were no stars ahead of us … the flashes of lightning in the distance revealed why.
About an hour earlier I boarded this truck looking for a way back to the village of Kalanje. This was the only local transportation available. As I sat beside the truck and nervously waiting for some sign that this truck was, in fact, the correct one, I began to see familiar faces. The faces that you remember you’ve seen, but can’t really figure out where. It was only when I began to see people smile at me did I start to feel at ease.
“Khusyo! Bwanje?!” (How are you Khusyo?!- my name in the Ngoni Tribe) was shouted by a woman approaching the truck. “Bwino!! Ndi li pita ku munzi Kalanje” (My attempt at saying I’m good!, I’m going to the village of Kalanje). “Cha Bwino!!!” (Very good!!!)
The exchange lighted my mood and made everyone around me seem more comfortable with me, more friendly, and more welcoming. I started to feel that I was heading back to a home.
I wanted to go back to reconnect to the village. I’ve been in Lusaka and trying to update my partner organization and my team. Going back to visit the agent would give me the opportunity to gather information from his records. He has been successful at conducting and growing his business and I needed to see if the agent network can actually have the potential to increase my partner’s market share. I needed sales data and real market surveys. Going back to the village was the only way to get them.
After some time I knew we were getting closer. I could begin to make out the mountain that was just East of the village. Even though the truck was traveling fast and the roads was dark, I began to remember the turn offs, the paths and the villages we past. We passed through the Village of Pwata, then turned and later passed the village Vuta, and as the truck continued on made a hard left turn and stopped. I knew it was Kalanje. The village was very quiet, and everyone was asleep.
I jumped off and grabbed my bags and took down my bicycle. I stood there alone under the moon light and could see some of the dogs in the distance. I squinted trying to make out the huts of the village. I began to walk towards the mud hut I lived in a month earlier. Then out of the shadows I saw Isreal, who just woke up, walking towards me with a smile. We shook hands and spoke a bit and then he began to wake up his brothers to greet me. I was home.







