(Photo by Jim Bell. Submitted by Clement Kroeker.)
Left to right:
1. Peter Salisbury
2. Paul Logan
3. David Rendall
4. Paul Hess
5. David Lorah
6. Clement Kroeker
7. Edwin Horton
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Photos from Chris Rennie
This was taken by Dennis Brubacher in the early ’80s I think.
This was probably taken again by Dennis Brubacher. I think the year was 1983.
Again taken by Dennis Brubacher probably in the early ’80s. You can just make out the zip line and that is why all the kids are on the ant hill. Probably at a half-term.
Not sure who took this photo, but I think it was my parents. I think it was taken in ’82 or ’83. I think this was the grade 6, form1 & 2 classes.
This one was taken again by Dennis Brubacher in the mid ’80s I think. Of course, this could almost be any decade going back to when the Big School was built!
Can’t remember who took this, maybe Dennis Brubacher or maybe my parents. I think it was taken in ’85. Miss Ross and Miss Hoyte standing at the goldfish pond.
This was taken by my parents in ’85. The only thing is that I can’t remember which side of the slide the big pipe was! I think I have it right in the photo, but if not, let me know. Sorry the quality is not good, it is a scan from a slide which is why I can get the pipe on either side of the slide! 😉 I am the oldest boy in the picture.
Photos and captions courtesy of Chris Rennie (Sakeji student: 1978-1985)
Aerial Photos of Sakeji School
With the availability of aerial photographs on the web, there have been a number of requests for coordinates and aerial photographs of Sakeji.
Sakeji Airstrip:
Lat: -11.235, Long: 24.315
Ikelenge:
Lat: -11.2333, Long: 24.2667
Click the image to display an annotated version.
Thanks to Matthew Raymond for the assistance locating the Sakeji and Hillwood boundaries.
Source of the Zambezi
I believe I may have also found the coordinates of the source of the Zambezi by following the road between Mwinilunga and Ikelenge. Anyone able to confirm this?
Lat: -11.370, Lon: 24.305
Thanks for the Tributes – Miss Deacon
To all those former Sakeji pupils who have sent a tribute to Miss Joyce Deacon…
I want to say a big thank-you to all those who have sent an E-mail tribute to me at this time of my retirement. I can’t tell you how much they mean to me. I shall be sending to each of you individually, but I am rather ashamed to admit it — your old teacher is not computer literate and to write an E-mail takes me about an hour!
During these busy days of packing and clearing since the end of term I have not had any spare hours! This is just a stop-gap measure to let you know how much I appreciate you taking the time to write. Some of you I have seen since you left Sakeji, but others I have not heard anything about at all. The whole idea came as a delightful surprise. I knew nothing about it until some of the tributes were read out at my farewell.
I am praising the Lord for all the positive things you have remembered about me. I don’t feel proud as I read all the nice things you have written, rather I feel humbled to think that the Lord has shown you something of His character in my life. I know there have been plenty of times when I have failed to show the true Christian character. One E-mail I received indicated that the writer had been able to read what others had written. If this is so, then I am sure plenty who have read them might think, “Well that’s not how I remember her!” I have often regretted my words or actions, thus it is so encouraging to realise that the Lord has been using me over the years, in spite of the many mistakes I have made. Thank you so much for taking the trouble to write.
With love & gratitude, Joyce Deacon
About the Author – Like a Glorious River
When Gavin Barnett was four years of age, his missionary father was taken by a crocodile in the Zambezi river at Chavuma in the N.W.Province of Northern Rhodesia (now Zambia).
As the oldest of four children he was suddenly propelled into choosing between taking advantage of his father Fred’s absence or cooperating with his remarkable widowed mother Dorothy in facing her formidable challenges.
At this tender age he became the confidant of mother who instead of returning to her native Australia where her talents could have ensured her a comfortable career, chose to continue her work sustained by her steadfast faith and determination to fulfil her mission. Dorothy’s sterling character and example of fortitude had a salutary effect on Gavin.
This is the story of his mother’s life as seen through the authors’ eyes. Poignant, moving and wry in parts. The story unfolds in the harsh and inhospitable landscape of mid 20th century Africa with its primitive tribalism, ignorance and illiteracy and the constant struggle for survival against a hostile environment with its tropical diseases, superstitious practices, dangers from wild animals and travel hazards.
Schooled at the central African Sakeji Missionary School and Ermelo High School in South Africa where he matriculated as Dux Scholar, Gavin Barnett embarked on a business career, graduating and later becoming a Fellow and Honorary Life Member of the Institute of Chartered Secretaries and Administrators.
Rising to executive director of a listed retail organisation in South Africa, Gavin held portfolios of Retail Operations, Human Resources and Manufacturing, over a period of 21 years.
While running a consulting business which he founded at the age of 56, Gavin used his client base to research the predictability of viability in new ventures. The result was an academically recognised dissertation entitled Predictive Criteria for Entrepreneurial Performance.
His leadership in professional business administration was recognised in his election to international President of the Institute of Chartered Secretaries and Administrators in 1993.
Preface – Like A Glorious River
Preface
In a significant speech to the South African parliament during 1960, Harold Macmillan announced that “the winds of change were sweeping across Africa”. Reaching gale force in British colonial Africa almost immediately, these winds consigned many of the customs, cultures and conditions of a century or more, to a bygone era in less than four years.
The two pillars of, what Europeans perceived as civilization, namely the British civil service and the mostly altruistic missionaries, were suddenly virtually irrelevant.
The familiar District Commissioner, whose authority carried the full might of British law including the power to administer capital punishment, his District Officer and horde of indigenous saluting and fez-wearing ‘messengers’ became instantly anachronistic.
The haste to shed responsibility for African colonies with its acquired political stigma, was matched only by the speed with which the concept of Uhuru gained traction among colonized people.
Dedicated missionaries most of whom having sacrificed comfort and career, risked malaria, sunstroke and other hazards to bring the gospel, medicine and education to the dark continent, were in many cases treated as redundant. This development was unfair especially to non-conformist missions which had always encouraged a degree of self-governance in the church. Missions with a more centralized, rigid structure and dogma were, unsurprisingly, better able to maintain their wonted control a little longer.
To argue that despite many mistakes and some harsh treatment, the colonial era did bestow considerable benefits on Africa, had become politically incorrect. The urge to retreat from imperialism gained strength because of the vogue towards democracy which would supposedly solve all of Africa’s problems. In practical terms, the economic and cultural costs of staying on another generation or two in the hope that Africa might eventually absorb Western civilised values, develop a work ethic and give up tribalism, had become distinctly prohibitive. Yet some brave souls did exactly that.
In this narrative I have frequently referred to the indigenous people of Africa as natives. This is the term used by my father Fred in his diary and my mother Dorothy in correspondence, without an iota of disrespect or racism and has, at least, the advantage of being accurate.
In the decades that have followed a number of terms have been used including “natives” which have often been perceived as pejorative. Indeed even the terms preferred during the nineteen sixties by Americans of African descent, such as “blacks”, later became politically incorrect.
Sakeji Class
This latter term obviously does not mingle well with the Christian concept of “black hearts” needing to be “washed whiter than the snow”. Depiction of sin as black, the scriptural statement that “men love darkness rather than light because their deeds are evil” and the phrase “darkest Africa”, today, fall into this sensitive category.
Missionaries who remained, found themselves facing vastly changed attitudes both in regard to church governance and their personal status as community leaders.
In the political realm, the indigenous people had espoused the idea that they would be better off without the “yoke” of colonialism and their leaders were eager to enjoy the leisure and wealth that was expected to come automatically with political power.
As a ‘missionary kid’, and a raconteur from that bygone era, who has enjoyed captivating his spellbound listeners with stories of his boyhood in Northern Rhodesia, I have been prevailed upon to contribute to the record, before so much is forgotten and consigned to the mists of time.
Above all, however, this book is a biography of my mother, Dorothy Barnett, a remarkably courageous and talented missionary, nurse, teacher and parent who, as a widow with four children younger than 5 years, set a unique example of commitment to her faith, tenacity in the face of thanklessness, courage in the presence of danger and an effervescent sense of humour when so many saw only grim gloom and solemnity.
The powerful influence of the mighty Zambezi river in tragedy and survival, in fear and tranquillity, together with some lines from one of Mother’s favourite old hymns, combine to provide a symbolic imagery for the biography. The variety of the Zambezi’s moods, its rapids, still waters, dangers and beauty are seen as analogous to the vicissitudes of Mother’s life and give rise to the book title: Like a River Glorious.
Dorothy Barnett and children:
The hymn known by that title was written by Frances R. Havergal (1836-1879) to a composition by J. Mountain which he named Wye Valley, inspired by the beautiful river of that name.
The frequently mentioned “Children of Chavuma” are my brother Walter and twin sisters Dorothy and Margaret as well as Frances, Esther, Eleanor, Viola, Grace, Paul and David, sons and daughters of the wonderful Logan family, who shared a unique experience and benefited from a valuable common heritage. In a broader sense, the description refers also to the many hundreds of childlike people who were blessed in material or spiritual ways by their contact with my mother.
Humour enabled her, at times, to strike a balance between the ideals of exegetical and orthodox theology and the practical situations that often confronted us.
Since even this lady’s sense of humour could on occasion be a little irreverent, a tendency also highly developed in most missionary kids, the impish approach I have used in telling the story should not be altogether unexpected.
One does not have to concur totally with the theological views of one’s parents in order to love and respect them, to appreciate their extraordinary strength of character, ability and achievements, or to benefit from the example they set and the heritage they bequeathed.
GGB
Sakeji Reunion 2004
From July 15-19, 2004, the campus of California Lutheran University became a satellite campus of Sakeji School as alumni gathered from five different countries and as many generations to spend time remembering their days at Sakeji, renewing old friendships, and making new friends too. These die-hard Sakejiites gathered from Capetown (South Africa), Oslo (Norway), Dumfries (Scotland), Saskatchewan (Canada), and various areas of the United States. (View a list of attendees)
Chenga Bwanausi, Kumi (Bwanausi) Tommerbakke, Dowa (Bwanausi) Ross and Mbamba Bwanausi
Thanks to the brilliant planning and organizational skills of Dowa (Bwanausi) Ross and Janice Bakke, the reunion was a special time of making new memories for everyone concerned, including the children and spouses of the alumni. Those who flew into Los Angeles were met with great warmth and enthusiasm by Mbamba Bwanausi and transported from there to the campus at Thousand Oaks, California-while being simultaneously regaled with one great Sakeji memory after another. Others came in their own vehicles, including one arrival by motorcycle on Saturday!
Almost all the attendees stayed in the same dorm. Those who came without their families were able to revert to their youth as they roomed together in the spacious ground-floor suites. It was a pleasant walk from the dorm to the dining room-nobody regressed to the extent of running at full tilt down to dinner! Meals were early at CLU-breakfast at 7:00, lunch at 11:45, and supper at 5:00. No problem for former Sakeji students!
After supper on Thursday the 15th, we met together and Dowa got the ball rolling with a quiz on “Sakeji Kids’ Body Parts.” Most of those present agreed it was harder than any quiz they ever had at Sakeji! Lois Anne (Sykes) Norris got the highest mark and was later honored with a prize. Dowa and Janice also surprised us with gift bags containing Sakeji-related memorabilia-75th anniversary tea towels, school crest pins, and Sakeji recipes (all courtesy of Margie Young), and also a CD of music by Matthew Raymond. This was followed with a time of introduction and sharing of Sakeji memories, most of which were accompanied by laughter and good-natured teasing. (Everyone was asked to share their favorite or least favorite memory, and also to reveal what special person they gave their fudge to!) The final entertainment of the evening was watching the first half of “Martin Luther,” which any good Sakejiite knows practically by heart!
We also had plenty of opportunity that night and every night to browse through the display tables that had been set up in our meeting room, forming an informal museum of Sakeji memorabilia. From Tumina (the Lunda hymnal) to old Sakeji calendars, to Sakeji handwork, to photos and letters from faraway alumni who couldn’t make it to the reunion, there was much to look at and reminisce over.
riday after our early breakfast (no rice cakes, but Lois Anne did bring Marmite for everyone to put on their toast) we piled into an assortment of vehicles and drove to Zuma beach in Malibu. For many of us it was our first sight of the Pacific Ocean. The next several hours we spent sunning, swimming, and scorching the soles of our feet on the simmering sand. Janice and Dowa had arranged for us to bring a packed lunch, which we enjoyed while sitting on the beach, cooled by salty breezes from the deep blue ocean and entertained by the sight of dolphins leaping in the water. The waves were a refreshing break from the hot sun for those who wanted to swim. Little Megan Gurney (Margaret McKenzie’s eight-year-old daughter) rarely left the water at all!
Late in the afternoon we drove back to campus to shower and get ready for our early supper. That evening’s entertainment included a new quiz, “Sakeji Brain Teaser,” which challenged even the mental capacities of our four attending Milligan Prize winners. In fact, after looking at the quiz, Kumi claimed she had gone from Milligan Prize winner to dunce in just 30 short years! In the end, the highest mark went to David Gurney, who is married to Margaret McKenzie. Then came the introduction of newcomers, followed by Linda (Moran) Burklin reading two chapters from the manuscript she has written about her years at Sakeji (the chapters were titled “Poo Balls” and “Perils of Puberty”). The highlight of the evening, however, was watching the first of the old Sakeji films and about half of the second film as well.
Steve, Debbie, Brian and David Wolford
On Saturday our numbers grew as several “day-trippers” arrived from various parts of California. Swelling our ranks that day were Betty Lou Ferguson, Dwight Ferguson, Jon Moran, and Steve and Debbie Wolford with their teenage sons Brian and David. Owen Callahan and his wife Joanne also arrived from Florida. This was a great time, therefore, to initiate various sports activities appropriate for aging Sakeji alumni. These included volleyball (Megan Gurney won the first game for her team), tug-of-war (in which the presence of Jon Moran on your team was believed to be the deciding factor), jumping rope, and dodgeball (Jon was the last one standing, but little Megan dispatched him in the end). After all that activity, most of the combatants couldn’t wait to dive into the swimming pool and continue competing in the water. There were some hard-fought games of keep-away and an aquatic version of “ultimate Frisbee.”
That evening we had more introductions and revelations of Sakeji romances, and also some formal prize-giving. The winners of both academic and athletic competitions were honored, as were the oldest (Gavin Barnett) and youngest (Brian and David Wolford) alumni present. There was also a discussion on forming a more formal Sakeji Alumni Association which could help us all keep in touch better, not to mention providing various types of assistance for the school itself. Then we all settled down to listen raptly as Gavin read from the chapter about Sakeji in his book Like a River Glorious, which is a biography of his remarkable mother, pioneer missionary Dorothy Barnett of Chavuma. (Book details and ordering information)
Gavin Barnett, author of ‘Like a River Glorious’ and oldest alumni present
This was followed by a viewing of the climactic scene from “Martin Luther,” greatly augmented by the participation of the audience, most of whom joined in with gusto by reciting the lines along with Martin Luther as he stood bug-eyed before the tribunal in Worms. We also had some birthdays to honor: Steve Wolford, Angie (Ledford) Gibson and her husband, Richard. All had to stand on their chairs and be sung to though, alas, we had no humbugs to give them. We did have cake, however (generously provided by Stephanie (Cole) Gray and Lois Anne)! Stories and memories came thick and fast until we sat down to watch the rest of Sakeji films, which brought back even more memories! This was the latest night of the reunion-everyone appeared to be enjoying themselves so much that no one wanted to leave!
Sunday we were all up for 7:00 breakfast as usual, followed somewhat later by a beautiful and moving service in the CLU chapel. In addition to Scripture reading by several different people, hymns sung included “All Things Bright and Beautiful,” “Open My Eyes That I May See,” that old Sakeji favorite “Hamekenu Nzambi,” “Be Thou My Vision,” and, of course, the Sakeji hymn as well. There were also some responsive readings and several meaningful testimonies shared by those present. Sarah (Bakke) Knudsen also blessed us by singing a beautiful Latin hymn a cappella. An offering was taken up to benefit a project at Sakeji, and Dowa reported later that the contributions totaled $566. By common consent, it was agreed that the money should go towards refurbishing the Sakeji swimming pool, where we all spent so many happy hours swimming and shivering in the freezing water!
Before leaving the chapel, we took advantage of the fact that everyone was dressed in “Sunday best” to take dozens of pictures of both individuals and groups. The smiles and laughter were a good indication of the unity and pleasure in each other’s company that we all were feeling.
Left: Margaret (McKenzie), David, Megan and Robert Gurney
Right: Linda (Moran) Burklin and Kumi (Bwanausi) Tommerbakke
After lunch the more energetic members among us set off on what was to have been a 40 minute hike up to Paradise Falls in nearby Wildwood Park, location for the filming of many Western movies and TV shows. Accompanied by the spirit of Miss Hoyte, Sarah (Bakke) Knudsen led the group of twelve to explore an Indian cave, refresh themselves in the shade along the creek, and hike along the hot but mercifully breezy trail to the beautiful falls. After a steep ascent, the group rested in the tepee lookout, taking in the mountain vistas before finishing the climb to the parking lot. After a short drive back to CLU (and an absence of two and a half hours), they straggled in to the swimming pool area feeling very ready for a refreshing dip in the water. When asked about the hike, responses ranged from “Great! Fantastic!” to “I’m knackered.” Megan Gurney, that vivacious and indefatigable redhead, arrived back as fresh and energetic as when she had left! The swim was a welcome end to a beautiful sunny afternoon.
The CLU dining room staff surprised us on Sunday by producing rice cakes and Sakeji Mud! Lois Anne ran to get her Marmite while the rest of us skeptically tried the flat round rice cakes, only to discover that they actually tasted like . . . rice cakes! Cheers resounded and the Marmite was passed from table to table. Steve Ross, Dowa’s husband, announced that he and some of the other spouses had formed an association known as S.A.M.-Spouses Against Marmite. Nobody objected, as this just meant more Marmite for the rest of us. The “Sakeji Mud” was less successful. Lois Anne claimed that it actually appeared to be uncooked cake batter topped with chocolate sauce!
After supper we spread out blankets on the grass (not having brought our macs) and prepared to be tested by Mbamba’s Sakeji Trivia Quiz. Mbamba had come up with an incredible 114 Sakeji trivia questions, many of which were disputed by various rowdy members of the audience. For instance, in response to the question, “What happens when you step on a zozo?” medical doctor Margaret Gurney answered “It dies,” instead of the looked-for “It makes a bad smell.” But after all the good-natured arguing and disputing were over, the winner turned out to be Linda, who had 106 out of 114 right. Dowa was a close second with 103 right.
After a brief break, we strolled back to the chapel for that time-honored Sakeji tradition of singing hymns on Sunday evening. We gathered around the grand piano and sang hymn after hymn that we remembered fondly from Sakeji days, accompanied in turn by Chenga Bwanausi, Janice Bakke, and Gavin Barnett. The singing went on for some one and a half hours, till we reluctantly agreed that we needed to return to the dorm to pack. Many found it difficult to withdraw and go to bed that evening, since we all knew we would be leaving the following morning to go our separate ways. Mbamba had to say his goodbyes and leave that night, which only emphasized the fact that our wonderful reunion was coming to an end.
Monday morning we had our last meal together on the patio outside the dining room, where the tables and chairs were very close to being “Sakeji green.” We sang “For They are Jolly Good Fellows” to honor our intrepid leaders, Janice and Dowa. The Marmite jar was passed for the final time to accompany the leftover rice cakes from the day before. Then it was time to turn towards the dorm to finish packing, turn in our keys to Dowa, and turn our backs on what Chenga rightly described as a “mountaintop experience.”
Angela (Ledford) and Richard Gibson
By late morning all the farewells had been said (some of them tearfully), the last hug had been exchanged, and all were on their way home via car or plane. Now we have a brand new set of Sakeji memories to add to all the wonderful old ones. Our love goes out to those who would have liked to be there, but were unable to make it. If you belong to that category, start planning now-Dowa and Janice are already talking about doing it again in a few years!
They included the following people, all of whom were present for at least part of the reunion (dates refer to years that they attended Sakeji):
- Janice Bakke: 1971-1978
- Sarah (Bakke) Knudsen: 1983-1989
- Gavin Barnett: 1936-1943
- Chenga Bwanausi: 1965-1972
- Dowa (Bwanausi) Ross: 1968-1976; husband Steve; daughters Savannah & Sydney
- Kumi (Bwanausi) Tommerbakke: 1965-1972
- Mbamba Bwanausi: 1969-1977; with friend Andrea Canaan and her son Lyric
- Owen: 1971-1975; and Joanne Callahan
- Stephanie (Cole) Gray: 1956-1963
- Serena Denmark: 1973-1977; and son Dustin
- Paul English: 1983-1990
- Betty Lou Ferguson (mother of 5 Sakeji alumni and mother-in-law of 3 more!)
- Dwight Ferguson: 1966-1973
- Stephen Gibbard: 1968-1977; with wife Genny and daughter Talisa
- Stephen Howell: 1971-1978 (2nd generation alumnus)
- Angela (Ledford) Gibson: 1973-1977; with husband Richard
- Margaret (McKenzie) Gurney: 1968-1976; husband David & kids Megan and Robert
- Jon Moran: 1967-1975
- Linda (Moran) Burklin: 1967-1973
- Bertha Mwanza: 1983-1989; with her friend Chipo Ndlovu
- Lois Anne (Sykes) Norris: 1959-1962
- Steve Wolford: 1967-1975; with wife Debbie
- Brian and David Wolford: 1997-2000 (2nd generation!)
- Elaine (Young) Ferguson: 1965-1972
A Fresh Vision for Sakeji School
Dear parents, ex-pupils, friends of Sakeji, and prayer partners:
Thank you all, for your continued interest and prayerful support for Sakeji School down through the years. We thank God that Sakeji has been a great blessing to so many who have come to faith in the Lord Jesus, and has also provided a foundational education for many missionaries’ children and Zambian pupils. We give God the glory and convey our thanks to dedicated staff members past and present, who through their firm commitment have faithfully taught the Christian way of life, lived it by example, and provided a well rounded education.
You may have heard in the past the possibility of Sakeji School coming to a close. We are pleased to inform you that this is now not the case. The newly appointed Board of Governors, with fresh vision, has been given the mandate to ensure the continued provision of quality education at picturesque Sakeji!
Owing to a continuous process of upgrading, improvements, and landscaping a recent visitor was heard to remark, “Sakeji has never looked so good!” Facilities have been enhanced and improved, with thanks to many teams of workers from the home countries. And yet there is more to be done!
For the balance of this year and into the future, Sakeji needs committed believers, who are willing to share this vision with us, and see this as an opportunity to serve the Lord. The most pressing concern is for a cook/kitchen supervisor immediately.
Prayerfully consider also the following needs:
- Teachers
- Housekeepers
- Maintenance personnel
- Nurse
- Dorm parents
- Office personnel
- “Helping hands”
Is it possible that the Lord is calling you to serve Him at Sakeji? Please contact us. We would love to hear from you.
75th Anniversary Video
Video of 75th Anniversary
A video has been edited showing some of the celebrations. It is not professionally produced and the sound is rather poor at times, but several who have seen it have said it reflects the time well. Two editions are available:
1. 20 minutes of highlights: opening of administration building, concert, thanksgiving service, shots of outings and evening entertainments.
2. The above followed by longer footage of most activities, filling the 3 hour tape. (More chance of spotting yourself or your friends who attended!)
PAL VHS copies are available from:
Mr. Roy Millard
4 Wimborne Drive,
Pinner, Middx, HA5 1NQ, England
Tel: 020 8866 6951
email: millards.4@lineone.net
Cost including postage:
GBP 3.00 – UK
GBP 4.00 – Europe and elsewhere
(This is being copied privately.)
Please make cheques payable to “Roy Millard”, any excess will be put into school funds.
NTSC (US system) copies:
Please contact Vangie Henderson at vangieh83@hotmail.com to order an NTSC copy of the Anniversary video.
Further Questions
If you any queries regarding the video please contact Hilary Millard at the Sakeji email address, unless it is about ordering copies or postage costs, then contact Roy Millard.
Anniversary Booklet
We do hope to produce a booklet about the anniversary, including an update on the ‘green’ book produced for the 50th anniversary, but this has been delayed due to pressures here at school. We will let you know as soon as it is available.
Sakeji Anniversary Feedback
Gibbie Campbell
I have spoken to some of those past pupils about their visit to Sakeji and many found it difficult to express all their feelings about the reunion. When someone, who has never been to Sakeji, would ask “How was your visit to Sakeji?” words like ‘fantastic’ or ‘brilliant’ were not quite adequate to describe, what for many, was a nostalgic and personal pilgrimage. It was a unique and unrepeatable event, considering that in 25 years time, the 1950’s folk who are now in their 50’s will be 75+ and will probably not be there, so it was an opportunity to meet many old friends and colleagues from all round the globe, who would not, otherwise have met. For me it was walking in familiar places and seeing the geograpghy of the school, the dormitory where I slept the first night, the mud pool, the dam,the class rooms, the tastes long forgotten but instantly revived and remembered, shindwas, fudge, corn porridge, rice cakes – all of which had become a fading memory. It was also an opportunity to say ‘goodbye’ to the school, as I had intended with my parents to go back to Congo and Sakeji in 1960 but was prevented by the rebellion which had just started.The reunion gave me the opportunity to close that chapter and bring my memories up to date. Also to meet former colleagues, renew friendships and have laughs, chats, and serious discussions was all therapeutic, challenging, emotional and fun. Difficult to put into words but not to be missed. Thank you to Sakeji for all the effort, and for making it such an enjoyable experience.