Day 3 school and Family visits

Day 3 By Emily Eide 7/24/12 Hello Americans, This is Emily Eide reporting to you live from Zambia. Today was a very busy and fun filled day. We started bright and early by visiting Pastor Banda's school which is located at his house. We brought pens, pencils & sharpeners, chalk, composition notebooks and erasers for the children. The school rooms were filled with cheerful and bright children. In each room there were two classes being held in separate sections. We had the privilege of visiting three classes. We got to ask questions like "what do you want to be when they grew up" and they also got to ask us questions like "do you snowsurf". In each classroom we made them sing to us because if it's one thing I enjoy hearing most is their beautiful voices. The kids in each class, especially the kindergardeners were so well behaved and thought that going to school was a privilege. I have learned that if you want to make a Zambian's day, take a picture of them. Our next stop was visiting a school of orphans. We were introduced to a class of preschoolers that greated us screaming "how are you we are fine". While mingling, I met the most adorable three year old orphan, named Hope who had a sad look in her eyes. She had braided hair with beads on the end and soon after taking her picture wouldn't leave my side. Her favorite thing was playing with my long blonde hair. I finally got her to laugh after tickling her and throwing her in the air. Sadly when the time came to leave she started crying and they had to pull her away from me. I wanted to take her home with me! Our last stop for the day had each parent daughter team dropped off at the home of people in the church. My family was a widowed mother head of household who is HIV positive with three kids. My mom spent time with Prista, the mother hearing her story while I went out to the courtyard to play with all the neighbor kids. They taught me how to say "how are you", "I have no money", "clothes", and words they wouldn't tell me their meaning of in Nyanja, one of the languages in Zambia. The kids also taught me how to play netball and a game like dodgeball, we play in the united states. The kids play with a ball made out of a plastic bag filled with styrofoam found on the streets. At the end of our visit my mom made the most heart touching prayer for Prista and for the health of her family. To end the evening we ate at the restaurant called the backpacker. For dinner I ate catapillar. I bet you wish you were here :)!