Sadza and Blackjack Greens

Walter is a 16-year old high school student whom I first met three years ago. He’s a remarkable young man whose story I’ll be telling more about next month in my newsletter. I met him today after church service in the chapel, and we walked to his home about three miles away. He lives in a typical grass-thatched home with his mother and several brothers and sisters. Last August they had the misfortune of their home burning down when the thatched roof caught fire, and they lost most of their possessions. Fortunately there was no loss of life, but they’ve struggled mightily to stay on their feet as a family since then. In spite of their poverty and all their other problems, they prepared a meal of sadza (the traditional cornmeal mash) and blackjack greens for me while we visited. I ate it in the traditional way (with my fingers,) and it was delicious. I’m helping the family with some of their school fees, but it’s a pittance in the face of all the challenges they face. I’m greatly impressed with their quiet courage, calmness and faith. They’re taking each day as it comes and making the best of it!