“From Misisi, a soggy township in Lusaka, past crater-sized potholes, we arrived in Navabunga on the Zambezi River.
The villagers of Navabunga welcome us and tell us about the rainy season that ravages their maize, the drought that has burnt their rice fields.
They give us their eggs, songs, pose with an inner tube, a briefcase, a beautiful squash, a hat, their hopes.
“Take, take a picture of me, when you get home, you’ll remember me.”
A snake falls out of a giant tree, disappears into the jeep. A patched up wanderer lands in front of us like a sparrow. »
Report produced with the help of “Women for change”, Emilie Sikazwe & Elisabeth Mubiana.