Early in our stay I was asked what I thought of Zambia. I said that we do our best to fix the broken things around our house and other items of appliance keep on breaking faster than our fixing process. Let me tell you one of my favorite examples of this principle of our home life.
A few weeks after we arrived here Dad got to go with many other staff members from the school to a game park. Together they thought about the direction for the school and other related things and hung out. People got to know Dad and it was generally a beneficial time. We held down the fort on the home front, greatly helped by our wonderful gardener. My story takes place on a Friday. Dad was to be arriving home that day. While we were doing school we heard gushing water. We went out side and realized that one of the pipes had burst. All of the pipes here run outside the house connecting to the things that use water through exterior walls. When given a good look you could see that these pipes had under gone many renovations since the house’s existence, some more effective than others. My mom and my sisters worked on the pipe a very little ourselves before deciding to call the very nice plumber friend of ours. During our early existence in this house he became very acquainted with us. The plumber was to arrive at about five and Dad would get home at about three, perfect, right? But unfortunately Dad’s ETA started to get later and later, till it too was set to five. Mom had to go pick him up and I was left to give the plumber instructions. Note this idea was not plan A. Mom left and about forty seconds later the plumber showed up. I showed him the leak and what water pipes we had shut off to “fix it.” He laughed a little (still not sure why) and then started to do his thing. I hung around near by. Then a little while later he went over to our trash pile and got a few pieces of cardboard. After tearing them up he asked me for a match. I was a little confused, and concerned. But I decided that it was better to just trust him. I got the matches and he used one to light the cardboard on fire, which he used to fix the broken pipe. (In the process the plumber accidentally got all of the matches wet). He left and about five minuets later the rest of my family got home. Four and a half weeks later another pipe broke and Dad tried to fix it the same way. It didn’t work.