This is the time for maize harvest. After picking the corn, it is dried. When it is dried, they either use the machine above to shell it out or they will put the corncobs in bags and hit them with sticks to loosen the kernals. They then load the filled bags onto trucks or oxen carts to take to market. It is very laborious and tedious work.
Elder Bingham and I stayed in a flat in Ndola. The meeting we were planning on attending was cancelled for two days so we packed supplies and drove to Kalulushi to meet Brother Bwino, who is also a member of the District Self Reliance Committee. He was just finishing the paperwork to finalize his purchase of a farm. His father has been living on it for two years but the purchase is just now being completed. We got some supplies and bedding and drove to Brother Bwino's home. He gave me this "Snake Repel" because there are snakes on his farm. When I saw that, I was about ready to turn around and go the other way! I got my courage up and we left to drive about 60 kilometers from Kalulushi to the farm.
We stopped to eat an apple before Stanley and I took Brother Bwino out on his farm to help survey to find a way to get water to his crops. His father, Mr. Bwino, on the right, has some crops growing but buckets his water up a little hill to water the crops. Too much work!!Stanley made a makeshift piece of survey equipment out of a piece of plastic pipe and a spirit level. One must be quite inventive to get things done in Africa!
Stanley and Mr. Bwino sit on the step of his humble little mud home.
Mr. Bwino shows us his solar system for charging his cell phone and the light he uses after dark in his little home.
Sister Bingham is picking fruit from the bush. These plants grow wild on the farm and they are quite the delicacy for the Zambian people. It grows just under the ground at the base of the plants. Bro. Bwino only knew the Bemba name for them so I never did figure out what they are called in English. The hard outer shell is peeled off then the soft fruit inside is eaten or the juice sucked out of it. I tasted it but it was about like a lemon. Not something I want to drink anytime soon.
Brother Bwino and I walked along the narrow road through the bush to make sure Elder Bingham didn't hit something from either side coming through the tall grass.
Sister Bingham and Brother Bwino
Brother Bwino, Mr. Bwino, and Elder Bingham. Brother Bwino calls his dad MR. BWINO. They kind of banter back and forth but it is entertaining to listen to them. Brother Bwino's brothers and sisters didn't want their father around as they thought he was bad and part of Black Magic. Black Magic is very prevalent here, especially in the bush. Brother Bwino acquired the farm about two years ago and gave his father a place to live and his father takes care of the farm. He is a delightful man and we enjoyed his company very much. Brother Bwino has taught his father much about the church and we were able to present him with a Book of Mormon. He is very interested in learning more about the church.