Western Novelties

The western novelties are slowly flowing into Zambia and when I arrived I brought with me one more, UNO.  This amusing and easily learned card game gives players a chance to jokingly barrage their friends with +2,+4 and skip cards but after that they must graciously receive the same punishment in return.  Then of coarse there is the thrilling race to rid yourself of cards which climaxes with the calling of UNO and final for one lucky sole the game ends in a victory dace as the final card is laid.  The effect of this foreign novelty was far greater than I had anticipated and the game spread like a bush fire across the grass plains which haven't received rain since March.  The children from the surrounding homes made sure they stopped by our place every afternoon for a few rounds of the UNO game that itself became an event lasting all afternoon.  But like so many other western novelties their appeal quickly wares out.  I got bored after 2 days the kids lasted 2 weeks and then they asked me to teach them a new game.  The strategy of Janitor proved to difficult to explain through the language barrier and Cheat never caught on.  The really young ones still play UNO from time to time but the game now mostly consists of throwing cards on the floor and then giggling.

I've started playing soccer now instead of UNO.  My village of Mboole has a soccer team called Mboole United that often plays competitive, spectator drawing games against other towns.  I started training with the team this week and they invited me to play a game with them against neighbouring rivals Sikolongo.  The game was on Wednesday and so I made the 10km bike to Sikolongo along a dirt/sandy road with my 8 year old host brother Chipego riding on the back of my bike.  When the whole team got to Sikolongo we found out that the plans had changed and we were supposed to be playing in a town 4 km away.  Well the sun was quickly setting and we realised that there was no way we would be able to make it there and play before the sun went down so we just went home.  At least I got some good exercise and some good looks along the way.

One final note, on the way to type this up I was riding into town on the back to a pickup truck / flat bed truck.  There were about 8 of us in the bed and we all had a fair amount of space to spread out.  All of the sudden we passed a huge farm with 30 farm workers standing outside all wanting transport to town.  We managed to pack 20 of them onto our truck before someone realized that the Police would slap the drivers with a hefty fine if we were caught.  So to prevent us from getting caught on man thought it would be a good idea if everyone started singing a Christian song so the Police would think that we were all going to some church conference and not stop us.  So for 20km on the back of this truck 20 farm workers filled the air with music. The time went quickly.