Malachite necklace from Zambia
Beautiful Malachite bead necklaces 30% off, marked down from from $35 to $25. I saw one priced at $70 in Florence, Italy.
Also pure organic Shea butter, great for dry skin and hair-$10 for 3.5 oz.
Every week we will feature a sale item at both our Edgartown location on lower Main St. Fridays 12 – 6 and Saturdays 10 – 5and at my home in WT. Saturdays 10 – 2.
By purchasing even just one handmade item you are helping us support artisans and their families in Zambia, Zimbabwe, Ghana, Niger and Tanzania. On top of that, the profits go to the Mama Bakhita Center for Disabled Children in Livingstone, Zambia.
Celebrate the real spirit of Christmas.
No AIDS test without absentee father
Peggy’s family lives on a huge plantation in Zambia in substandard housing, no transportation and under feudal and oppressive rules of the owners and managers. For three years she and her younger brother were unable to go to school because they could not afford the bus fare. For eight months the AACDP provided a tutor to help Peggy catch up to her grade level.
Then she became pregnant.
The father of her child, a young man living on the farm, refuses to acknowledge any responsibility, not surprisingly. But worse than this, he will not accompany her to be tested for HIV/AIDS. And the doctors will not test her without his presence. So she can’t find out her baby’s status which, if positive, can be benefit from treatment before, during and after birth.
AIDS awareness has become widely advertised in Zambia.
Zambia is talking about HIV/AIDS
But terrible, life-threatening stigmas are widespread and the disease continues wipe out the middle generations, leaving children in the care of their grandparents. Retrovirals are available to a small percentage on the infected, despite their global availability and lowered costs. So a young man refuses to get tested and a young woman cannot discover her own status. Whatever the reasoning behind this system, who suffers? The mother and, ultimately, the baby.
Sounds of Jack Mwanapapa
I came to Jack Mwanapapa in late January of this year to visit the family of my friend and assistant in Lusaka, Sydney Mwamba. It is, by far, the most beautiful place I have been in this rural area of southern Zambia., Nearing our destination we passed two small boys driving an oxcart and crossed a lovely winding river as we entered the village in our taxi. There are no gas powered vehicles here and no electricity.
Small flower gardens and tall shade trees intersperse the little round mud houses that cluster about a central open space where meetings are held and the children play soccer. I was taken to see their orchards of banana and citrus, mango and papaya and followed a twisting path flanked by small fields of corn and pumpkin, cucumbers, peanuts and peppers. The ambient sounds were peepers, cicadas, birdsong and the children’s voices in the distance.
Though not wealthy, these folks have everything they need to feed, house and clothe themselves. They have a system of volunteers who care for those with AIDS in their community, visiting and feeding them daily, and riding them by bicycle into Livingstone, a very long trip on dirt roads, once a week.