On our own

Day 2 in Lusaka was the first time Wendy trusted us to wonder around Lusaka on our own😊.

Goods on display at Kabwata Cultural Village

But she made sure she got us a taxi which was assigned to us for the entire day. 

At this section of the cultural Village there is living accommodation for vendors to rest or sleep.

She worries too much❤️

We started our exploring at Kabwata Cultural Village which has a wide assortment 

of arts and crafts.

A craft vendor with her 5 month old son

There are 73 tribes in Zambia and two families from each tribe is allowed to sell here, I understand. 

Just like in Jamaica, you should not accept the first price offered but bargain with the sellers to get the best deals.

With the lion in front of museum

One of the paintings in the museum.

The car freedom fighter Kenneth Kaunda, National Hero, used. A entire room is dedicated to the great man.

A versión of Drafts played with local products.

This monument in front of museum, honors an AIDS activist. It’s made from parts of the beds which some AIDS victims had used.

Lots of school children were at the museum

Next we visited the National Museum which I found impressive and educational, not only in terms of information, or even in describing the evolutionary process, but in general.

Unfortunately in those areas where they had displays recreating Village life, evolution , etc, no pics were allowed. 

I did get a mini lesson on how to create beautiful African designs using wax and stamps made from sponge. And learnt also that you can tell which tribe somene belongs to, by the pattern of their print outfit!

Next the driver took us to an area named Kamwara. It’s a nice residential area with a huge commercial section nearby.

A mosque at Kamwara 

He said that’s were the Indians who are Muslims have their homes and businesses. 

The business district reminded me of our own Princess Street in Kingston, as the roads are filled with people because the sidewalks are used to display the dry goods being sold in the shops.

This is the cathedral of Holy Cross. It is said to have been sometimes used to hide liberation fighters from various sections of Southern Africa.

As we drove in, we heard the most beautiful melody which our driver said was in the Loziy language, one of the seven official native languages.

Posing with the singers

It was three young ladies who work as the nearby court’s office, practicing during their lunch break. 

They really sounded good and we spent quite some time chatting with them.

I am really impressed with how Zambians drive in comparison to us. And guess what keeps them from speeding?

The cheap and effective ‘sleeping policeman!’

They are everywhere on the major roads. 

If we could even use them around schools, we could save lives. But Jamaica has no use for economical, effective solutions!

More pics at the museum 

Other stalls at Kabwata

This area so reminded me of Spanish Town Road in Kingston.