Today has been a day marked with the all too familiar cry of the Zambian Kwacha.  We have simultaneously been spinning various plates, all of which it seemed needed to be kept going with a ready supply of cash. We have had essential maintenance and repairs...

Today was a CiCA day.  We decided that we would set up “office” in the garden at Lunzuwa under the shade of the ornamental cherry tree. Bana Keela had made a bucket load of doughnuts, enough for everyone who would come and there were drinks in the fridge...

In common with much of the rest of the world, in Zambia, Covid has overtaken the weather as the number one small talk topic.  As we sat in the waiting area of our local Isuzu garage waiting for mechanics to work out why the car has lost its ability to...

It’s Monday – the busyness of the weekend is over and we are getting into our stride. First things first, we need a plan! One thing we have become accustomed to over the years is that plans are mostly replaced by something else that comes up. Today it’s sorting the...

I find music very emotive. Songs, for me, have the ability to conjure up memories of days gone by, times and seasons that have passed and most certainly they remind me of people.  Abba and Lionel Richie will always be Ghana and Billy Joel will always remind me of...

It’s so good to have been back in Zambia for just about 10 hours.  So many familiar sights and sounds, it does seem as if we’ve never been away.  But we have been away for nearly two years.   As I reflected this morning as we emerged...

International travel has been part of my life since, as a student I bought a world map and spent hours looking, thinking and imagining the places depicted there.  For any who haven’t seen them, the Michael Palin BBC...

I never really understood my Dad’s very real logistical headache having a wife and a ton of daughters.  That is not until we, as CiCA UK embarked on our reusable sanitary wear project.  I am a missionary kid. I was born in Ghana and spent the first 13...

I love asking children the question “what do you want to be when you grow up?”  Some have their answers instantly ready, my youngest son from age 4 would always express his ambition to be “a pilot”.  His ambition has never changed, and he is...