Today we went to Lwela High in Eastern Milenge. Eight E2 computers were installed here and the computers are in excellent condition. The school is incredibly grateful for the computers and all the surrounding villages can benefit from the computers installed at the school. The school has no electricity and has a real need for solar power. Currently they use a generator for powering the computers.
The teachers admitted that if they had solar power they would definitely use the computers more frequently and hold more classes than they can at present. It seems clear that a school like this could really benefit from solar power. Can Camfed deliver solar panels and multiple batteries to this school? In fact, I presented the school with two options to facilitate raising the funds to get this accomplished. They could run an IT center for the surrounding villages charging for the use of the computers. This is common practice in and around Zambia. Also, when the school stops using the generator all the time they could reallocate those funds to a reimbursement fund for the solar panels and batteries. Currently, the school spends 65,000 Kwacha (about $15) every two weeks.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Rough roads, smooth travels
For the last two days we went to Milenge East and West. It takes 2-3 hours one way to drive to each one from Mansa, where we were staying for the last two nights, so there was a lot of driving to do. It was not easy driving as the roads are dirt or mud, depending on the rain (and it is now rainy season). The road was one long continuous stretch of enormous potholes, some so large I’d more aptly call them craters then potholes, so it was not possible to pass without a 4X4 vehicle. It must have been exhausting for Lazarus, our driver, but even for us it was not easy.
To start your day that way was bad enough before a long work day, but then to get back in the vehicle and punish your rump like that is not easy. And of course once we get back to the guest house we always have another 3-4 hours of report writing to do. The days are starting to get very long, but the work (at least all save the report writing) is very stimulating.
As we drove and listened to music I was taking lots of video. I am sure it will leave a lot to be desired in terms of smooth filmmaking, as the roads threw me all over the place, and hence the camera I was holding. Lazarus asked if I wanted to step out of the vehicle and take some footage of the vehicles descending down a steep bend and I gladly agreed. When I got out of the vehicle, I started running down the dirt road to get a good distance ahead of the vehicles and to save a little time, but as I was running, I noticed 2 young Zambian boys ahead of me.
As I ran down the hill towards them, they froze in their steps and just started at me, the Muzungu (white man). After watching me run with some degree of caution they whipped around and turn to run as fast as they could in the opposite direction. It seems I was terrifying them...the cray, white man clumsily sprinting down the hill towards them. I laughed out loud at thge site of the, running, but I felt bad that their first "white man experience" was one of terror.
When we arrived in Milenge West, we set out to install another set of solar panels, a large battery and the infamous inverter, as well as the new computers. We were sure we had it down pat after our last install (followed by a re-visit to set it all up correctly in Timba). But we were not expecting the inverter cable to be completely missing from the set of equipment that had been shipped well ahead of us. The inverter cable runs from the battery to the external DC terminal port on the inverter. When we arrived on site, not only did we find out that a teacher had taken one of the 8 computers we were supposed to install that day off-site, but the inverter cable was missing and 1 of 8 keyboards was not working properly. As there is no satellite or telephone signal anywhere within 50 km, we were forced to find a solution on our own without consulting Aleutia, Aptivate or Camfed UK.
So we sat down with our tools and with the help of Albert and Lazarus, we ad-hoc built our own inverter cable with spare parts. I was quite impressed with the work we had done and when we hooked everything up to the battery and solar panels, it all worked well! So we installed the 7 out of 8 E2 computers and used a spare keyboard that we brought along just in case as a replacement. A job well done!
To start your day that way was bad enough before a long work day, but then to get back in the vehicle and punish your rump like that is not easy. And of course once we get back to the guest house we always have another 3-4 hours of report writing to do. The days are starting to get very long, but the work (at least all save the report writing) is very stimulating.
As we drove and listened to music I was taking lots of video. I am sure it will leave a lot to be desired in terms of smooth filmmaking, as the roads threw me all over the place, and hence the camera I was holding. Lazarus asked if I wanted to step out of the vehicle and take some footage of the vehicles descending down a steep bend and I gladly agreed. When I got out of the vehicle, I started running down the dirt road to get a good distance ahead of the vehicles and to save a little time, but as I was running, I noticed 2 young Zambian boys ahead of me.
As I ran down the hill towards them, they froze in their steps and just started at me, the Muzungu (white man). After watching me run with some degree of caution they whipped around and turn to run as fast as they could in the opposite direction. It seems I was terrifying them...the cray, white man clumsily sprinting down the hill towards them. I laughed out loud at thge site of the, running, but I felt bad that their first "white man experience" was one of terror.
When we arrived in Milenge West, we set out to install another set of solar panels, a large battery and the infamous inverter, as well as the new computers. We were sure we had it down pat after our last install (followed by a re-visit to set it all up correctly in Timba). But we were not expecting the inverter cable to be completely missing from the set of equipment that had been shipped well ahead of us. The inverter cable runs from the battery to the external DC terminal port on the inverter. When we arrived on site, not only did we find out that a teacher had taken one of the 8 computers we were supposed to install that day off-site, but the inverter cable was missing and 1 of 8 keyboards was not working properly. As there is no satellite or telephone signal anywhere within 50 km, we were forced to find a solution on our own without consulting Aleutia, Aptivate or Camfed UK.
So we sat down with our tools and with the help of Albert and Lazarus, we ad-hoc built our own inverter cable with spare parts. I was quite impressed with the work we had done and when we hooked everything up to the battery and solar panels, it all worked well! So we installed the 7 out of 8 E2 computers and used a spare keyboard that we brought along just in case as a replacement. A job well done!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Geeks unite !
Camfed is installing two different models of Aleutia computers – the T1 and the E2. The E2 computer is the older model and the T1 the newer. The E2, though it uses about 3 less watts of power than the T1, has no internal disk drive and uses an 8 GB removable flash card as its only source of storage. It is also smaller than the already impressively small T1. On one hand the flash card is nice as it can be removed and easily replaced with a new flash card in case the first one stops working. On the other hand, it is much less flexible than the T1 which has the internal drive and still the option to boot on an external USB memory stick.
That is one of the wonderful and impressive things about Ubuntu – you can boot off of a memory stick. Even a Windows or Mac system which has never seen Ubuntu before can boot off of the memory stick. When you do boot, you are then presented with a list of options, including the possibility of installing Ubuntu on the system on which you just booted up. Impressive stuff! And the OS GUI (operating system graphical user interface – essentially the “Windows” we are used to working on) is so simple to use.
If you have worked with a Mac or a Windows system it will take only minutes to familiarize yourself with using Ubuntu’s menus and applications. Using the command line is something altogether different. It is Linux so it uses mostly UNIX commands. I grew up on DOS (Windows) command lines but became familiar with UNIX command lines while I worked on UNIX middleware at Philip Morris and worked for 2 years on ZENIX (a different “flavor” of UNIX released by SCO - Santa Cruz Operations). So Linux is not completely foreign to me, thankfully, because I have needed to use the Linux command lines a more than few times for support out in the filed on this project.
That is one of the wonderful and impressive things about Ubuntu – you can boot off of a memory stick. Even a Windows or Mac system which has never seen Ubuntu before can boot off of the memory stick. When you do boot, you are then presented with a list of options, including the possibility of installing Ubuntu on the system on which you just booted up. Impressive stuff! And the OS GUI (operating system graphical user interface – essentially the “Windows” we are used to working on) is so simple to use.
If you have worked with a Mac or a Windows system it will take only minutes to familiarize yourself with using Ubuntu’s menus and applications. Using the command line is something altogether different. It is Linux so it uses mostly UNIX commands. I grew up on DOS (Windows) command lines but became familiar with UNIX command lines while I worked on UNIX middleware at Philip Morris and worked for 2 years on ZENIX (a different “flavor” of UNIX released by SCO - Santa Cruz Operations). So Linux is not completely foreign to me, thankfully, because I have needed to use the Linux command lines a more than few times for support out in the filed on this project.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Crafty computers
This morning we headed off to Samfya where Camfed has an IT Resource Centre. On the ride we had a very interesting discussion about witchcraft. Apparently, there are well known and wide spread rumors of witchcraft in and around Samfya. Hearing this made me very curious and I urged the others in our group to tell me more, but they were not willing/able to go into much more detail. Whether it was due to the fact that it made them nervous to talk about it or they simply did not have much more information about the rumors, the group did not talk much more about witchcraft in Samfya other than to say that some of them heard of these rumors.
It turns out that many in Zambia and other parts of Africa can view growing wealthy or being "rich" as something evil. In other words, having too much money or making too much money can be seen as evil or going against God. I wondered if the accumulation of money seemed unachievable to some and so they could easily explain it all away by labeling it as evil. Or was it the fact that they had so often witnessed riches or wealthy people leading to corruption? Colonists, imperialists and mineral-centric entrepreneurs that Africans have heard of from the past. Moreover, many governments inside and outside of Africa have seen corruption grow out of the prospect of great wealth.
Either way, there were many in Samfya that started describing some charities' practices of giving money to needy people around Africa for “no reason” as witchcraft. There are those Samfyans that see giving equipment or supplies to Africans or sponsorship of businesses as witchcraft. I even heard there were rumors of some being put to death around Samfya after being accused of witchcraft.
While we ate outside a small café in the center of Samfya, a police officer walked past us into the café. Everyone sitting around the table went silent and started whispering amongst themselves in Bemba. I asked what they were talking about and they said nothing. But once the officer left the café and walked past us into the distance, someone explained to me that he, too, had been accused of being involved in witchcraft. And I have to admit that even though I did not have any real fear, it all seemed a little bit freaky. In fact, I know that many forms of witchcraft exist and I personally believe that a few even possibly can work magic...especially some of the voodoo I have read about taking place in remote areas of the world. But witchcraft does not scare me, per se, as I believe it can be used for doing good, too. However, it does really stir my curiosity.
At one point Mr. Rain seemed nervous and even a little disturbed about the talk of magic. But as I know he is a religious man, I reminded him that Jesus rising from the dead and turning water into wine and such religious beliefs can also be seen as forms of magic - but believers see these as a good sort of magic – a magic from God. He reflected for a bit and it seemed to calm him, at least for the time being. A couple of days later he confided in me that he had been thinking a lot about what I had said and that the more he thought about it, the more it made sense to him – that for believers, God and Jesus had also performed miracles or some sort of “good magic”. It seems my words really made him think long and hard about this.
When we arrived at the Samfya Resource Centre (SRC), we met Penelope and discussed what had to be done at the SRC. The router and switch are currently sharing an uninterpretable power supply (UPS) with many other devices including a server and a printer. That means that when the power cuts, which it does very frequently in Samfya, the SRC has 10 minutes maximum of connectivity and then the router and the switch will be cut off.
I proposed moving the router to a dedicated UPS and the switch to another, perhaps shared with the server, and that we have the server do an auto-shutdown 3 minutes after the power outage. Then we can move 4-5 T1 computers to the small batteries that I brought to the SRC. In this configuration, 4-5 T1’s could continue to work on the internet for 6-7 hours after a power outage. This will be a vast improvement to the 10 minutes they currently have from the time the power cuts out.
Today we received very unfortunate news. Melody’s dad was in a car accident and was being transported to a hospital because his injuries were fairly serious. He had 4 broken ribs, a head injury, a dislocated leg and his spinal chord had been shifted. Poor Melody was terribly upset and it really changed the elated mood of the whole group, especially for our vehicle. The 4 of us have grown very close and were having such a wonderful time, and Melody’s energy was an enormous part of this great energy between the 4 of us. The life was sucked right out of her for the next couple of days. What’s more, her boyfriend, Eddy, had called her 3 days earlier to tell her he had 4 deaths in his family in 2 days. Poor Melody - our hearts are with her!
It turns out that many in Zambia and other parts of Africa can view growing wealthy or being "rich" as something evil. In other words, having too much money or making too much money can be seen as evil or going against God. I wondered if the accumulation of money seemed unachievable to some and so they could easily explain it all away by labeling it as evil. Or was it the fact that they had so often witnessed riches or wealthy people leading to corruption? Colonists, imperialists and mineral-centric entrepreneurs that Africans have heard of from the past. Moreover, many governments inside and outside of Africa have seen corruption grow out of the prospect of great wealth.
Either way, there were many in Samfya that started describing some charities' practices of giving money to needy people around Africa for “no reason” as witchcraft. There are those Samfyans that see giving equipment or supplies to Africans or sponsorship of businesses as witchcraft. I even heard there were rumors of some being put to death around Samfya after being accused of witchcraft.
While we ate outside a small café in the center of Samfya, a police officer walked past us into the café. Everyone sitting around the table went silent and started whispering amongst themselves in Bemba. I asked what they were talking about and they said nothing. But once the officer left the café and walked past us into the distance, someone explained to me that he, too, had been accused of being involved in witchcraft. And I have to admit that even though I did not have any real fear, it all seemed a little bit freaky. In fact, I know that many forms of witchcraft exist and I personally believe that a few even possibly can work magic...especially some of the voodoo I have read about taking place in remote areas of the world. But witchcraft does not scare me, per se, as I believe it can be used for doing good, too. However, it does really stir my curiosity.
At one point Mr. Rain seemed nervous and even a little disturbed about the talk of magic. But as I know he is a religious man, I reminded him that Jesus rising from the dead and turning water into wine and such religious beliefs can also be seen as forms of magic - but believers see these as a good sort of magic – a magic from God. He reflected for a bit and it seemed to calm him, at least for the time being. A couple of days later he confided in me that he had been thinking a lot about what I had said and that the more he thought about it, the more it made sense to him – that for believers, God and Jesus had also performed miracles or some sort of “good magic”. It seems my words really made him think long and hard about this.
When we arrived at the Samfya Resource Centre (SRC), we met Penelope and discussed what had to be done at the SRC. The router and switch are currently sharing an uninterpretable power supply (UPS) with many other devices including a server and a printer. That means that when the power cuts, which it does very frequently in Samfya, the SRC has 10 minutes maximum of connectivity and then the router and the switch will be cut off.
I proposed moving the router to a dedicated UPS and the switch to another, perhaps shared with the server, and that we have the server do an auto-shutdown 3 minutes after the power outage. Then we can move 4-5 T1 computers to the small batteries that I brought to the SRC. In this configuration, 4-5 T1’s could continue to work on the internet for 6-7 hours after a power outage. This will be a vast improvement to the 10 minutes they currently have from the time the power cuts out.
Today we received very unfortunate news. Melody’s dad was in a car accident and was being transported to a hospital because his injuries were fairly serious. He had 4 broken ribs, a head injury, a dislocated leg and his spinal chord had been shifted. Poor Melody was terribly upset and it really changed the elated mood of the whole group, especially for our vehicle. The 4 of us have grown very close and were having such a wonderful time, and Melody’s energy was an enormous part of this great energy between the 4 of us. The life was sucked right out of her for the next couple of days. What’s more, her boyfriend, Eddy, had called her 3 days earlier to tell her he had 4 deaths in his family in 2 days. Poor Melody - our hearts are with her!
Sunday, February 28, 2010
The Gift of Printing
Today we passed through Mpika again and went to go see Gift at the Cama Centre. We trained Gift on printing for a second time and this time with an even more in depth look at how to vary size and quality of printing as well as the type of paper they print on.
It was interesting because the girls wanted to simply charge a set fee for printing and a set fee for copying. But I explained to Gift that their costs were essentially labor, paper and toner (and eventually perhaps electricity and rent). I told her that the larger the image and the higher quality the print job, the more toner they use and the more it costs them to produce. I developed a pricing matrix for Gift based on the following:
• 3 varying levels of quality
• 3 different sizes
• paper type (glossy versus matte)
• black and white versus color
• printing versus copying.
Although it seems confusing at first, I do believe their customers would be scared away by some of their pricing if they did not adjust the pricing based on these elements. I was motivated to do come up with this price matrix when the first 24 black and white matte paper copies that we made on Chanda’s request came to 96,000 Kwacha (K) - that is $20!!
We trained Gift on using the solar panels and small battery. Gift is an extraordinarily bright girl. She is very observant and she does a great job teaching the other girls. It is clear she is bright, has a very strong character and is a natural leader. The Cama girls really look up to her and she seems much more mature than her age. On top of all of this, she is striking in appearance, with beautiful, prominent cheekbones and standing just short of 6 feet tall. I told Melody that if Gift lived in the U.S., she would have already been scouted by someone to do runway modeling. Someone pointed out that she is small breasted. “Cheekbones and legs”, I said, “That’s what they really want.”
Melody and I discussed the possibility of creating a database for the Cama girls. The DB would contain detail such as suppliers, goods and services, cost of raw goods and services by region, etc. I think that the Cama girls would find some great information if they had a way to lookup what other groups had done in terms of purchasing, contacts, sourcing goods and services and other data essential to starting and running the businesses.
It was interesting because the girls wanted to simply charge a set fee for printing and a set fee for copying. But I explained to Gift that their costs were essentially labor, paper and toner (and eventually perhaps electricity and rent). I told her that the larger the image and the higher quality the print job, the more toner they use and the more it costs them to produce. I developed a pricing matrix for Gift based on the following:
• 3 varying levels of quality
• 3 different sizes
• paper type (glossy versus matte)
• black and white versus color
• printing versus copying.
Although it seems confusing at first, I do believe their customers would be scared away by some of their pricing if they did not adjust the pricing based on these elements. I was motivated to do come up with this price matrix when the first 24 black and white matte paper copies that we made on Chanda’s request came to 96,000 Kwacha (K) - that is $20!!
We trained Gift on using the solar panels and small battery. Gift is an extraordinarily bright girl. She is very observant and she does a great job teaching the other girls. It is clear she is bright, has a very strong character and is a natural leader. The Cama girls really look up to her and she seems much more mature than her age. On top of all of this, she is striking in appearance, with beautiful, prominent cheekbones and standing just short of 6 feet tall. I told Melody that if Gift lived in the U.S., she would have already been scouted by someone to do runway modeling. Someone pointed out that she is small breasted. “Cheekbones and legs”, I said, “That’s what they really want.”
Melody and I discussed the possibility of creating a database for the Cama girls. The DB would contain detail such as suppliers, goods and services, cost of raw goods and services by region, etc. I think that the Cama girls would find some great information if they had a way to lookup what other groups had done in terms of purchasing, contacts, sourcing goods and services and other data essential to starting and running the businesses.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Tanzania mania
This morning we have a day off in Nakonde. The Deputy DEBS, Mr. Manga, took us over the border to Tanzania where we wanted to do some shopping, as it is very cheap to buy goods which are imported from Dubai through Dar Es Salaam to Tanzania.
Getting me over the border was no small feat as I ended up requiring 4 different customs stamps in order to enter. Sadly, none of them ended up in my passport because none of it was truly legit. They wrote my name on a small piece of paper along with the number of people I was entering the country with and our vehicle license plate number. They then proceeded to stamp the life out of that small piece of paper.
Once we passed over the border we were swarmed with boys wanting to be our “escorts” who would take us to the best shops and carry our bags for us as we accumulated a gluttonous amount of the best goods Tanzania had to offer. As I disembarked from our vehicle I could hear the calls of “Muzungu” being cried out from everywhere around me. Immediately after we formed a small group to discuss who would shop with whom and how long we would stay, another group of about 12-15 boys swarmed us like bees to honey all of them eager to be our escorts. Little did we know then that the majority of them would stay along our side no matter how desperately we tried to discourage them from doing so – eventually, Mr. Manga resorting to swatting them away like flies.
We then proceeded to divide into groups and poor Mr. Manga ended up with me and Melody. Although I planned on buying nothing at all, I did end up buying a new suitcase because it was huge and well made and I do not have one back at home. It probably cost me 30% of what it would in the US and 10% of what I would have paid in Geneva.
Melody, on the other hand, emptied much of the stores of their merchandise. She handed bag after bag to poor Mr. Manga who ended up holding at least 6 or 7 of Melody’s bags of merchandise. Just for her father alone she bought 3 suits, 3 pairs of shoes, 3 shirts and 3 ties. She went from store to store and bought whatever her little heart desired. Poor Mr. Manga ended up buried in Melody’s merchandise as he struggled through the Tanzanian streets carrying it all. And after she got back to her hotel room and started proudly displaying everything she had purchased, we pointed out that she, too, would require a new suitcase just to transport it all back to Zimbabwe…and so back she went to do just that.
Mr. Rain had been admiring my shoes and said that he wanted to buy a pair for himself so I ended up buying them for him. He was very happy. And it made me very happy.
Once back at the guest house, I plopped down on the bed in exhaustion from shopping but mostly from the tiring week of travel and working very long hours. There I comfortably caught up on my blogging and emails and watched a couple movies in a very comfortable room with cable and hot water and a fridge. It was a little slice of heaven and felt great to chill out for a day.
Getting me over the border was no small feat as I ended up requiring 4 different customs stamps in order to enter. Sadly, none of them ended up in my passport because none of it was truly legit. They wrote my name on a small piece of paper along with the number of people I was entering the country with and our vehicle license plate number. They then proceeded to stamp the life out of that small piece of paper.
Once we passed over the border we were swarmed with boys wanting to be our “escorts” who would take us to the best shops and carry our bags for us as we accumulated a gluttonous amount of the best goods Tanzania had to offer. As I disembarked from our vehicle I could hear the calls of “Muzungu” being cried out from everywhere around me. Immediately after we formed a small group to discuss who would shop with whom and how long we would stay, another group of about 12-15 boys swarmed us like bees to honey all of them eager to be our escorts. Little did we know then that the majority of them would stay along our side no matter how desperately we tried to discourage them from doing so – eventually, Mr. Manga resorting to swatting them away like flies.
We then proceeded to divide into groups and poor Mr. Manga ended up with me and Melody. Although I planned on buying nothing at all, I did end up buying a new suitcase because it was huge and well made and I do not have one back at home. It probably cost me 30% of what it would in the US and 10% of what I would have paid in Geneva.
Melody, on the other hand, emptied much of the stores of their merchandise. She handed bag after bag to poor Mr. Manga who ended up holding at least 6 or 7 of Melody’s bags of merchandise. Just for her father alone she bought 3 suits, 3 pairs of shoes, 3 shirts and 3 ties. She went from store to store and bought whatever her little heart desired. Poor Mr. Manga ended up buried in Melody’s merchandise as he struggled through the Tanzanian streets carrying it all. And after she got back to her hotel room and started proudly displaying everything she had purchased, we pointed out that she, too, would require a new suitcase just to transport it all back to Zimbabwe…and so back she went to do just that.
Mr. Rain had been admiring my shoes and said that he wanted to buy a pair for himself so I ended up buying them for him. He was very happy. And it made me very happy.
Once back at the guest house, I plopped down on the bed in exhaustion from shopping but mostly from the tiring week of travel and working very long hours. There I comfortably caught up on my blogging and emails and watched a couple movies in a very comfortable room with cable and hot water and a fridge. It was a little slice of heaven and felt great to chill out for a day.
Friday, February 26, 2010
For the non-technical
Yesterday we saw Cama groups 4 and 11 and this morning we went to Isoka. We met with group 6. For all three groups we trained on using the internet and email over their mobile phones. We also setup their T1 computer outdoors for training in a venue which had no power. Needless to say, the solar panel and battery came in very handy. Overall, the training sessions went very well and we are starting to get a good flow to the sessions.
However, during the training it became evident that even some of the most basic skills were lacking. What’s more, with some of the girls and some of the businesses (such as the baked good business) there seemed to be disconnect with how using phones and computers would aid and ease doing business.
Some of the girls who have never touched a computer cannot effectively maneuver a mouse and it causes the training to slow down to a sometimes painfully slow pace. However, I keep in mind that this is an iterative process – that each time the girls learn more, they will take on more and push themselves further.
I expect that the next time I would see any one group after a training session that their skills will have matured and even the concept of subtly moving a device on your desk with your hand so that an animated arrow on your PC monitor moves will become easier and easier. I have to remind myself of how foreign the concepts and even motor skills can be for a first-timer. It will be exciting to see how quickly they become technology enthusiasts. It also makes me wonder if some of them consider growing their business with technology or even focusing their business on providing or training on technology.
Later that same evening we drove to Nakonde which is essentially as far Northeast as you can drive before entering Tanzania.
However, during the training it became evident that even some of the most basic skills were lacking. What’s more, with some of the girls and some of the businesses (such as the baked good business) there seemed to be disconnect with how using phones and computers would aid and ease doing business.
Some of the girls who have never touched a computer cannot effectively maneuver a mouse and it causes the training to slow down to a sometimes painfully slow pace. However, I keep in mind that this is an iterative process – that each time the girls learn more, they will take on more and push themselves further.
I expect that the next time I would see any one group after a training session that their skills will have matured and even the concept of subtly moving a device on your desk with your hand so that an animated arrow on your PC monitor moves will become easier and easier. I have to remind myself of how foreign the concepts and even motor skills can be for a first-timer. It will be exciting to see how quickly they become technology enthusiasts. It also makes me wonder if some of them consider growing their business with technology or even focusing their business on providing or training on technology.
Later that same evening we drove to Nakonde which is essentially as far Northeast as you can drive before entering Tanzania.
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