King of Kabwe

We pray for raises and bonuses!

We pray for jobs and promotions!

We pray for dividends and surpluses!

The congregation cheers after each line as the prayer in Ebenezer Tabernacle works to a frenzy. Elated, the choir spontaneously launches into a song of praise. A sea of bodies cry and dance in response. It’s a demonstration of a victory they claim over poverty, claimed in faith each week in the developing town of Kabwe. As the song finishes, buckets are distributed among the thousand-strong crowd to collect their offering.

A piece of Kiwi in Kabwe

“Hand built.”
I aah’d. “Aaaah.”
“Well you can’t exactly get the parts round here, mate.”
“True, true.” I replied, but I had no idea. I’m not really a cheese man.