Well, we try to be agents for positive sustainable development; in individuals and communities, but apparently ‘fish face’ is my legacy. Here’s the update you faithful readers are looking for.
Carol Katolica is doing well. Carol was the most intelligent clever young girl in my community. She was 13 when I moved to Kamabuta and she is 16 now and ‘doing grade 11’ as is the Zambian way to phrase it. As is known by many of my readers, her mother Ba Ruth died in early August 2012. Ba Ruth was the crux for me and the first Peace Corps Volunteer Kevin. Without Ruth’s company and help (and fluent English!) we wouldn’t have been as good of Volunteers as we were. Ba Ruth was a great and interesting woman who was definitely one of the elite few who made my service in Kamabuta as rewarding and memorable as it was. I was impressed with her spirit, and Carol has the exact same spirit. Ba Ruth was the clinic nurse and after one year with me they moved to another clinic nearby. I used to ride by on the bus and see my mother’s calligraphied name cards for “Ruth” and “Carol” displayed in their window. After Ba Ruth passed on, Carol moved to live with relatives in Solwezi, the capital of Northwestern Province. She is living with her aunt, uncle, and many cousins. She has girl cousins her age to live with-what great fun! During my visit I was impressed to meet Loveness and Foster Katolica!
Carol is spunky and confident although with a resigned feeling of sadness over her mother. Carol is in 11th grade at Solwezi Day High School. Day means it isn’t a boarding school- pupils go home every evening. She is enjoying classes like math and English, geography and religious education. She told me proudly that she chose home economics as her elective so she could learn more about cooking. Here I was baffled- she’s already a great cook! She can ‘kukumba’ (cook) a delicious pot of nshima which I fail to have enough muscle to stir. Note: it was the most delicious meal of nshima I had had in MONTHS.
Carol made me smile with nostalgia- she did her cooking while wearing a kitenge (traditional Zambian cloth) which I had given to her mother for Christmas is 2009. What a great memory she has!
Carol expressed to me that she wondered if her absentee father had a hand in causing her mother’s death. Juju magic and cursing still exists in Zambian culture. It is something I can’t ever fully swallow, but I respect it as part of Zambian culture and respect its existence because many people believe in it causing it to exist. It’s also not a sentiment I’m used to hearing from a young girl with such beautiful potential. She misses her mother but is resilient and smart and good natured. Thanks to you readers, Kevin, and I, she has the finances to continue high school. She will write graduating exit exams in November 2013.
Carol has a bedroom for herself (I hope she inherited Ba Ruth’s closetful of gorgeous tailored dresses!) and has improved her English very much since I first met her. Throughout the evening I rarely spoke local language! This makes me proud, a feeling I share with her aunt and uncle, and I feel confident that she can achieve her dream of being a news anchor for Zambia’s ZNBC- Zambia’s National Broadcasting Company. I feel accomplished as a Volunteer and simply as a person for encouraging another woman to follow her career goals. That’s a greater legacy than ‘fish face’.