To me, today is the beginning of an epilogue, the last moments of a story before the book finally runs out of pages. We didn't do anything groundbreaking or exciting; today was simply an ending of things. After packing all of our gera, clothes, and newly-acquired swag, we made our way to the Academy for one last visit. There was no music or teaching today. We simply sat with the students, Maxwell, and Richmond, saying our thank-yous, telling stories, and praying blessings over the team, the students, and the academy. It was the epitome of the long goodbye, with hundreds of pictures being taken and hugs given.
Needless to say it was a long time before we loaded into the min van-bus to begin the four hour drive to Lusaka, our last adventure in Zambia. We made a few stops along the way. Once we stopped at a roadside produce market. We had hardly stopped moving when the bus was bombarded by banana venders whose marketing strategy is to shove fruit in each and every open window of the vehicle. Another time we hit an especially large bump and had to rescue a suitcase that had flown off the trailer. Our final stop was in Lusaka, arguably the most urban place we've visited in Zambia. We stopped at a grocery store to grab some Zambian foodstuffs before dinner at Food Fayre, our last meal in the country. It seemed like we had just loaded the van-bus for the last time when we got out in front of the airport, grabbed our stuff, and said our final farewells to our drivers, Moses and Rogers, and Petronellah, probably the best hostess one could ask for. The next hour or so was a blur. Check-in. Security. Gate. Tarmac. Safety procedures. Full thrust. Pull on the yoke. Farewell, Zambia.
It's a little strange, heading back to the States. I think Michael Flanagin said it best: "We're happy to go home, but sad that we have to leave." No more Zambian time. No more rides in the jank van-bus-whatever. No more "Ga Mwamba"s for introductions. No more morning greetings from Petronellah. No more bream carcasses or nshima-hands. No more lessons at the academy. We're leaving a lot behind.
Even so, we're bringing a lot home with us as well. We came to Choma to teach, but we were students just as much as everyone else who came to the academy. We taught music, but these Zambians taught us the power of determination and the ability to accomplish great things even with so little. They taught us that a broken spirit is not a dead one, that joy is not dependent on wealth or status, and that good hospitality can be practiced no matter what you have to offer a guest. They taught us what it means to be wholly dependent on God.
It is for this reason that I think everyone needs to experience this kind of trip. There is so much to learn beyond the familiar, beyond our own understanding of how life works and how it ought to be. If we as people are willing to go, to reach out beyond the familiar with open hearts and minds, to fill needs on the terms of the needy, then we will be far better people for it. This I think is the hidden second half of Poetice's mission: that we might learn through these short-term missions how to be better servants for the long-term.
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