Fire at Night
When Dreams Meet Reality

I had waited for them to finish constructing my hut so that I could spend the first night in it. I was at last checking out of Mika lodge in Lusaka in the capital city of Zambia in Southern Africa. The taxi was going to drive me about an hour outside the city along the Great East Road to the small fast growing town of Chongwe of about five thousand people.

This moment was long in coming. After some serendipitous events in June 2016 in search of cheap land to buy in Zambia, I bought 50 Hectares or 123 Acres of Savannah wilderness land. I wanted to build a small model village on it. This was perhaps the biggest achievement strewn with numerous obstacles in my being relatively poor and living in Bridgewater in Virginia which is 16,000 Kms. or 10,000 miles away.

Selfie at Hut

After driving an hour on the single two-lane paved road passing commercial farms, roadside markets, industrial companies, we arrived at Mwanchilele small rural shopping center. We turned right into a dirt road. The driver slowly and carefully navigated around large stone borders, short tree stumps, rocks, and deep dangerous crevices on the small narrow road. My heart was beating fast with excitement and anxiety. Would the village be a desolate place with several incomplete huts and empty of human residents? Would my sociological ethnographic sabbatical research turn into a disaster during which I would sit around in a hut alone? Would I be writing and lamenting that numerous financial obstacles and Covid-19 had ruined my research?

Because this was the rainy season with tall green grass and bushes, the taxi emerged out of the dirt road into an opening. There was the 50 by 30 ft. rectangular 3 room red brick house dwelling for the caretaker. There was a vast land of ten acres of corn some knee high and others waist high. The woman caretaker and my brother met us as we unloaded my 3 bags. Three young men carried my suitcases on their heads. We walked in a single file in a path along the corn fields into the lush green tall vegetation to the village.

Fire at Night
Men Rolling Barrel

After merely ten minutes of walking, the path emerged into the most spectacular sight: the Mwizenge Sustainable Model Village. There was a line of five brown, well-manicured, round huts with thatched roofs. Opposite each hut was a smaller round mphungu kitchen with smoke from smoldering cooking fires. Children were playing in front of the first hut. The third hut was to be mine and my 3 bags were initially placed by the side of the door entrance of the hut along the chiwundo corridor. The scene was just like my African home village looked like in the late 1950s when I was a child growing up at my mother’s Chipewa Village in Lundazi in Eastern Zambia. I planned and designed the Mwizenge Model village in 2019.

I had worried everyday about whether the model village would be a success. I was overwhelmed with sheer joy, as my dreams of more than forty years had finally met with reality. The fact that a few people were already living in it and the village was helping them find some meaning in their lives was already a success in and of itself.

Inspecting Barrel
Selfie in Crops

You might be a struggling single homeless mother. Your dream was to fight to obtain a college degree, get a good job, and finally afford that 2 bedroom apartment for you and your children. If your dream was to struggle, fight, work hard and finally go for training to be a nurse, a police officer, fire fighter, a marine, the day you graduate is when your dream meets reality. When that happens, that feeling of euphoria and triumph is the best in life; the feeling that a supernatural power, a God exists is how I felt all afternoon that day at the model village.

There are a total of 15 people; 2 women, 9 women and 4 children who are model village residents. Complex challenging life circumstances drew them to the village. They were facing hard lives of lack of education, poverty, and lack of any small wage earning employment to support themselves, their families and relatives. Sometimes it is the broken lives of alcohol addiction. They all now live by the life of hard work, earn a small income, personal intimacy and the life long village philosophy of kufwasa; the life in which all resident work together, take their time in everything they do and experience. The life of open everyday interaction with others in a cooperative ethos.

These experiences include seeing each other, talking and greeting each other every morning, taking time to cook natural foods and eat together every day. Best of all seeing the twinkling stars, going to bed at 8:00 pm and getting a full eight hours of restful sleep. I have never had such vivid dreams in a long time.