Often, they sang beautiful melodies that transferred from English to Nyanja and back again and often they harmonized in beautiful rounds . . . no wonder so many of these children claim "singing" as their hobby of choice! The famous "Uncle G" drove the van with a smile plastered to his exuberant face, quick to encourage the children in their songs . . . we've even been told that Uncle G is a little bit of a musician himself! "Uncle G, Geti! Uncle G, Geti! Show your friends that you know how to dance!" they chanted and Uncle G began to boogie behind the steering wheel like a Zambian Rock Star. "Go Uncle! Go Uncle! Go Uncle!" They chorused loudly. When it was time for Chantel to "Geti", I showed them that I can groove as well as any Mozungu (white person) with a complete lack of coordination. Besides all of the in-the-car-grooving that transpired during this trip, they sang beautiful little songs about Jesus--songs that must have come to them on the knee of a house mother, a visit to the local church, a special visitor with a heart full of love. "There's no one, there's no one like Je-sus . . . there's no one there's no one like Jeee-sus . . . " the children sang with vibrant gusto, their little hearts ringing out across the plains of Zambia. This beautiful moment once again nestled its way into my heart. Written by Chantel Sloan, volunteer, summer 2009