The Kautz Family In Zambia

It's wintertime here and the poinsettas are blooming...it's just shocking how BIG they are! This is one of two large poinsettia bushes in our front yard.
This week, I experienced things I never in my wildest dreams could have imagined.
1. I took a golf lesson and used the driving range.
This was my first golf lesson...but even more unique was hitting on the driving range. There weren't any fake grass mats with the little plastic tees, we were basically on a rough patch of grass/weeds outside the entrance.
My teacher called to a young guy who was hanging around the course. I wasn't quite sure why he was there until he ran out into the field and I realized that his job was to shag the balls I hit!
Since I'm not that great a golfer - I hit the first ball to the left, then to the right and this poor chap is busy running from side to side, up and back...
Also, without the plastic tube tees, my teacher would fluff up some grass and put the ball on top of the grass...and, of course, there's no machine that pours out balls into a metal basket - we used the balls we had and hoped the guy shagging the balls got them all!
It's interesting to note that about 15-20 years ago, there was a greater emphasis on sports and some very good athletes came out of Zambia. My teacher was one who benefitted from the opportunity to learn to play. Now, there are hardly any Zambian kids who play golf (although the course where I had my lesson has taught a few kids from the local compound).
For only $12 for an hour's lesson, it was totally worth the lesson AND the experience! Oh, almost forgot, I paid the ball retriever $3. Not bad...
2. Second, I paid off a police officer - first time EVER!
I was pulled over for speeding...I don't know how fast I was going, but I was behind a big truck and I know that there is NO way they could shoot (what I'm assuming is a poor quality) radar gun at the truck - and again at me, within a split second.
So, after pulling me over, the lady cop - Yvonne - sidles over with a big smile on her face and tells me I was speeding. I said, "Really, I can't believe that. How much is the ticket?" "It's 180,000 kwacha" (which is about $36).... I started to protest that I don't have that much money on me, but all the while, I could sense that she was willing to let me go for a bit of "lunch money." I'd heard enough stories from people who just gave the cops their "lunch money" and drove away - and, the other folks (those with more integrity!) who insisted on an officially written ticket, so they don't become part of the corruption that is so rampant in this country.
Clearly, I was willing to aid and abet the corruption. Who knows what will be next in my life of crime! It's a slippery, downhill slope...I need help!
3. Third,we saw a polo cross match.
Imagine this - three people to a team, all riding on horses turning on a dime and galloping at full speed - holding a lacrosse stick (slightly rounder shape from what we're used to) trying to throw a rubber bouncy ball in between the goal posts.
It was an amazing sight and very fun to watch. Who knew that such a sport existed - and that they play it here in Zambia- one of the poorest country in the world!!!
Horses can be purchased and the labor to care for the horses is cheap - so it makes it more affordable than in the U.S. and people who like to ride get into this sport because it's fast paced and fun.
John's boss is the one who built the pitch (the field) - cleared the land, seeded it, put in sprinklers and built a clubhouse.

The guy on the left has the ball and he's looking to pass it to his #1 player. Only the #1 player can shoot the ball into the goal - the rest of the guys are trying to keep the #1 player from getting the ball.

The guy in the front is the #1 player so he's trying to get to the goal ahead of the others -- because he has to bounce the ball on a line about 20 feet from the goal, catch it, then throw it into goal.
Peter and the brothers decided to make a soccer ball out of "plastics" as the Zambians call it - or plastic bags as we know it.
First you take a bunch of plastic bags and wad them up very tightly and wrap one bag around the whole lot of them.

Then you take take parts of a
mealie meal bag (woven out of plastic strands) and braid them (see
Mutale and Peter above) - these will be used to wrap around the wad of plastics...
Then, you get all the brothers together to help untangle the long string...

Mutale, the expert tier, puts the finishing touches to keep the ball intact.
Ta dah! The finished product!

Sophie (3rd from right) played one of the orphans in Annie this spring. It's the first time she's been in a play - and it was fun for her to try her hand at acting (she had five lines! The longest one was, "Gee, Annie on the radio, she's famous coast to coast!") and singing... Not sure about the Mexican-serape outfits...
Here are the orphans in their "beds" waiting for Annie to start singing "Maybe..."

Sophie decided to take the scissors to her bangs...and this is the result- although most days she puts her hair in a pony tail with some bobby pins on top of her head to hold her bangs back...so not sure why she cut them in the first place... :-)
We took a two week, 3,500 mile car trip south through Zambia, south into Botswana (to Chobe and Maun), then headed west to Namibia (Windhoek, Sussosvlei, Swakopmund and Etosha). We saw some beautiful scenery, lots of open land and amazing animals in the game parks. Pictures tell the best story of what we saw...

This SMALL ferry shuttled us from Zambia to Botswana. The ferry only held one semi truck and our car for the 5 minute crossing. The river was so high that they had to bring in dirt at the landing site which closed the ferry for two days causing a back up of 100 trucks waiting on the Botswana side to take the ferry over to Zambia!

In Chobe game park (Botswana), we watched these two elephants playing.

The afternoon light caught this big guy out strolling and looking for food.

Baboons galore settling in the nice warm sand...in the middle of the road. They really gave us the stink-eye when we drove by since they were forced to move.
An elephant's foot print compared to Peter's foot!
My pet project was to take a photo every hour of our trip...many of the photos looked like this, so I won't bore you with more of the same... Ok, just ONE more...because I love exclamation marks!


On our travel days, we tried to get up early to get on the road (often by 6am) ...and spent about 6-8 hours a day driving. The kids kept up on their beauty sleep!
Climbing to the top of one of the dunes at Sossusvlei, Namibia...stunning! Peter was the first one to the top... John and I pulled up the rear panting and gasping for air! It's hard walking uphill in sand!

The best part of climbing up - is running down!!

We did a short hike in this canyon but had to stop because of all the water pooled at the bottom. We opted not to walk through the water for fear of getting bilharzia, a waterborne disease.

One of our highlights was quad biking on the sandunes outside of Swakopmund. We had a guide who drove in front of us - it was a blast going over the steep hills.
Next, we drove north up to Etosha National park. This was a wonderful watering hole where we saw zebras, giraffes, wildebeasts and antelope. We visited at the tail end of the rainy season, so the animals weren't as plentiful as usual, but it was awesome for us!

Ever wonder how giraffes drink water? Amazing contortion...

Gotta love the ingenuity...no front legs to the chair, not a problem, just find a tire! We were waiting for our car to get washed - 3 guys, 3 rags, a bucket and a hose...all for $1.50.

On our way home, an hour and a half south of Lusaka, on Easter Sunday, our car broke down (the water pump went bad) and we had several guadian angels who helped us out. A man driving the exact same car passed us and then turned around and offered to tow us into town. One of my co-workers who has family in the town was able to find a mechanic (see the "garage" above - they basically work in a dirt alley) - AND we found an open parts store that carried the exact water pump we needed (again, this is all on Easter Sunday)! The clincher was that we didn't have any Zambian money (kwacha) and neither our ATM card or credit card were working and all we had left was a $100 bill. Thankfully, my co-worker had money that he loaned us (we needed about $150 which most people, including me, don't carry around). Truly, all these saints were Easter miracles and gifts from God.
We loved the adventure and can hardly wait for our next African experience!

I met this young woman who is 32 years old. She learned she was HIV positive when she went to the hospital to deliver her now three month old son, Joshua (all pregnant women are now tested before they deliver). Joshua went on ARVs before she did - but both are thriving.
She is married and currently lives with her mother in her village about 4 hours from where her husband lives. When she got sick and was unable to care for herself and her son, she moved back to the village with her mother. Her unemployed husband continues to seek out work.
Her one plea was for milk. She knows she shouldn't breastfeed her child since she's HIV positive - but milk is expensive - especially when you have no money. What would you do in that situation - you're too weak to work but your baby needs to be fed...Tough decisions and not a lot of options.


This widow lives with her three children - aged 13, 11 and 7. She is standing in front of her house (which is about 14' x 14'). When asked what she had eaten that day - she said nothing...when asked what she ate the day before, she said "nothing." When I asked her how she generates income, she said that about twice a month, she will weed someone else's land. She get's paid 20 cents for a 1 meter wide by 50 meter long strip (think Olympic sized swimming pool). She generally does 5 rows a day - giving her a total of $1.00 a day. She only can do this about twice a month - which means her total monthly income is $2.00.
She is in a very difficult situation with little opportunity to break out of her poverty. This is the hard reality for so many people around the world. Her Caregiver, Mary, acknowledged that this situation is worse than many of her clients. Whenever she has extra food, Mary will give from what little she has to help out this family. Compassion in action.

Traveling by bike with Caregivers
I recently traveled with a group of donors who have supported the vision of a now 14 year old kid from Arizona - Austin.
When Austin was 9, he heard about the plight of HIV/AIDS and the many kids who have been left behind when their parents passed away. He decided to combine his love of basketball with fundraising - and asked other kids to join him in shooting hoops - and raising money for HIV/AIDS work. To date (5 years), his organization - all kid run - has raised nearly $ 1 million.
He came to Zambia to officially open an HIV and AIDS counseling and testing lab in Sinazongwe, in the Southern Province of Zambia. We also walked and biked alongside Caregivers who are caring for children left vulnerable due to HIV/AIDS - and people who are HIV positive.

The Caregivers - Mary and Richard (left) are caring for Midia (center) who is HIV positive along with her three-month old son, Joshua - both are on anti-retroviral meds. Maxeem (right) was the Caregiver for Richard - who is also HIV positive. Richard decided to become a Caregiver after being cared for by Maxeem - and realizing he wanted to help others in the same situation he's in. This is truley Zambians caring for Zambians.
This is the rainy season (although you wouldn't know it from this photo) - but this normally dry river bed was flush with water (it had rained the night before) - and our car got stuck! It took about 3 hours to get it out. Two weeks earlier, in another part of the World Vision ADP, a WV car was crossing something similiar when a torrent of water came down and pushed the WV vehicle over six times! Thankfully, the three staff in the vehicle left with only minor bruises and cuts.
We have a whole new vocabulary/words that have been integrated into our talk (when we don't use the "right" word, we aren't understood!):
Old: air-conditioner
New: air-con
Old: swim suit
New: swim costume
Old: swim meet
New: swim gala (gah-lah)
Old: car trunk
New: boot
Old: cleats
New: boots
Old: traffic light
New: robots
Old: flip flops
New: tropicals
Old: pants
New: trousers
There are many more words, but we can't think about them right now because we need some coffee!! More later!

Grace, the manager of the Coordinated Response Center being interviewed for ZNBC (the one TV station in Zambia) - telling about the services the center will offer the community.
World Vision opened a Coordinated Response Center (CRC) for gender based violence in Mazabuka - a highway town about 1 1/2 hours south of Lusaka.
Gender based violence (GBV) is a big problem here in Zambia - and this center would allow people (mostly women) to access legal, medical, police and counseling services all in one location instead of having to travel to different parts of town to talk with the right person, waiting, then going to the next service provider.
The local district hospital offered up a block of three rooms which were cleaned, painted, furnished and are now ready to serve those who have suffered from violence.
I was talking with a woman who illustrated how GBV became part of her personal story - and how even her educated parents can justify violence.
This woman was beaten by her husband early on in her marriage and told her parents about it - they immediately called them to the house to talk about what happened and asked the husband how/why he beat their daughter.
It turns out that the husband beat her because she was unwilling to "meet his needs" when he wanted it. When the parents heard this - the tables were immediately turned. They were no longer angry with the husband, now they were angry with their daughter for not submitting to her husband's wishes!
This is a very male dominated society and despite the fact that women run this country--they are the backbone of the family and community structures--they are still considered second class citizens.
Update: since the CRC center opened, I heard they've been flooded with clients who never knew their rights or how to access these services! Encouraging news!