4th of July, Zambia style

We celebrated July 4th this week along with the rest of you in America.
It's a pleasure to be able to get back to my boyhood days of playing
with dangerous fireworks. Firework season is in December in preparation
for New Years', so it's slim pickings these days. However, I've become
more resourceful after 18 months here, so I got my chess playing contact
from the BOMA to rustle around in the shop where he works and he
uncovered two stacks of fireworks buried beneath the cartons of mchuzi
mix and Colgate toothpaste. Zambia fireworks inspire even more
nervousness that the ones I remember from childhood that would chase you
around the yard emitting green sparks: the two cartons of fireworks that
we could find had a fuse that was about 2mm long (okay, maybe that's an
exaggeration -- it was really 1mm) and were shaped suspiciously like
bullets wrapped in paper. Not knowing exactly what to expect, we found
a fairly long stick with a live coal on the end from our bonfire and had
a go -- and were rewarded with a very satisfying amount of explosion and
flashing lights shooting up into the nearby tree. Despite the fact that
we've had no rain since April, there was not even one extra fire. And
nobody's eye got put out, so I guess we met the definition of 'fun and
games'.