David Berger

Category: Zambia

  • Another dark topic – yikes

    While my mind is conjuring odd memories and I’m surrounded by thought-provoking human emotion and expression, I thought it prudent to write you of one particularly interesting memory. Last month (sometime around the 23rd of February at 10:14am) during our provincial collaboration workshop – a session designed to foster better communication, working relationships and sensitize…

  • A darker topic

    Good evening everyone. I’ve been quiet for a while, looking for inspiration for a blog and processing. Well tonight that inspiration arrived in a darker way than I’d hoped it might. Two houses away from me there’s a funeral. The procession from the clinic came by around 1600 hrs (4pm). I want to describe what…

  • Finding intellectual motivation

    Here’s a tough one for ya, how do you motivate yourself into deep thoughts? How do you probe and push and fight your way into the darkest depths of your reptilian brain and begin to explore your own intellect and humanity? Intelligence is a funny thing. Complex yet simple, rooted in process and subject to…

  • Working the nights away

    So, you might not know this about me, but I’m safely indoors, windows closed, netting drawn tight, candles blazing as soon as those last tender rays of sunshine vanish from the horizon. It’s a defense mechanism bred of the misery of being outside without repellant and long sleeves/pants. Also…it’s my quiet time. Time set aside…

  • Parenting

    Let’s get some perspective. I am 24-years-old, single, and a firm believer in family planning. I’ve had serious and not-so-serious relationships. At times I’ve even contemplated how many children I wanted, when I’d have them, and what socio-economic status I’d reach before I deemed it appropriate to reproduce. I haven’t found that special someone and…

  • A collapsed latrine

    What a surprise…a rumble…a crack…cement splitting, the floor turning on angle, walls sliding out, brick mortar raining down, a flood of light and a quick exchange of fouled air for fresh. At least that’s how I imagine it. While in Mansa, on business my pit latrine collapsed into it’s, well, it’s pit, haha. It seems…

  • Rainy days, sweet freedom

    I am a volunteer. A man, free. I choose to give of myself, its a price I pay willingly in exchange for complete freedom of my soul. I can never forget it, it permeates every ounce of my being. Freedom isn’t free, its a choice, and each choice has a cost. But sacrifices make what…

  • Living life without a reflection

    I was riding in a bus today, seated just there in the corner seat. The smell of field, sweat, fertilizer, growth and rural life thick on me. I fit in, yet stood apart, an unusual mixture of smells, musk and scent. I took a deep breath…there was lime, mango, chickens and goats, dark rich earth,…

  • Experiencing loss

    Death. That cold patient friend who waits with us for our entire lives, and when our time has come welcomes us without so much as a grumble about the weather. That’s a funny way to think of it isn’t it? I guess it’s part of growing up, processing and learning. I’ve been overseas for two…

  • Steri-Pen: A Review

    My followers know my background, but since I’m giving my thoughts on a product I figured I’d include this! My name is David N. Berger. Age 24, an ASU graduate in Global Studies. I’m a community development and health volunteer in Eastern Sub-Saharan Africa. Specifically I’m located in remote Northern Zambia in the sub-tropic zone…