I am staying with ba Doris and ba Kefas, and their 10 year old niece Dorinda and their 3 year old granddaughter Yuni. They have a daughter named Joyce who lives in Lusaka, but since she doesn't live here I pretty much just consider Do and Yuni my sisters. Ba Kefas is a bricklayer and he's not home a whole lot, at least while I'm here and awake. Ba Doris speaks Bemba, Nyanja, Tonga, Soli and English. She's very good about helping me practice Bemba. The girls mostly just hang around with a group of kids who live nearby. Do goes to primary school and we usually eat breakfast together.
My room is a separate structure from the house, and from what I've heard it's pretty large compared to where the other trainees in my group are staying. I also have a bed and not just a mattress on the floor like most people have, so I feel pretty lucky. I also have had only a couple spiders and ants and the occasional small lizard in my chimbuzi, which is pretty nice compared to the giant black widow Rachel has in hers. Some people have also had a rat problem in their houses, which I am mostly thankful not to have to deal with, but Jodi had rats in her house and Peace Corps brought her a kitten to fix the issue so I feel like at least if I did have rats there would be a small silver lining.
Usually I have bread and peanut butter and hot tea for breakfast, and sometimes there is also a hard boiled egg or a banana. My bamayo gives me a snack to take to school, which is usually an orange or some popcorn or groundnuts. For lunch and dinner we typically have nshima, which is the staple food in Zambia. In this part of the country it's made from corn, but in other places it's made with cassava. It's basically just finely ground corn added to hot water until it's solid, kind of like grits but harder. We eat it with relish, which are side dishes that are usually cooked vegetables (cabbage, tomatoes, rape, or pumpkin leaves) or protein (eggs, soya, chicken, or beans). A couple of times my bamayo has let me help make the nshima, which is pretty easy until you get to the end and then it requires a lot of effort to stir it. I need to work on my nshima-stirring muscles. On the weekends I usually go with to get water from the borehole, which is about a 10 minute walk away. It makes me feel like a weakling when my 10 year old host sister carries 20L of water on her head like it's nothing and I struggle along with my two 5L containers (not on my head) but I guess I'll get better eventually.
We've talked a lot about school and snow and how you can't see as many stars at night in America as you can in Zambia. My host sisters and neighbors asked me a lot of questions about how people cook, what we eat, how we wash our clothes, etc. They also were really confused by ny kindle and thought a book with a battery was a hilarious concept, and I kind of agree with them. Overall my homestay experience has been really good. My family is really nice and we've had some good conversations about how life is different in America and in Zambia.