More picture lovin'

I find that, speaking Chichewa and Chitonga frequently, and most frequently speaking Malawian English, has been eroding my ability to effectively communicate in American English. Hence, I post pictures and let you draw your own conclusions :) I swear, I'll draft an actual entry and deliver it unto the needy masses in the next month or so. Hands to God.

Mua Mission: A mission (hah) and museum about the history and cultures of Malawi and the role of the church in "supporting" those cultures (my political commentary stops there).

Photo Phun!

The family I stayed with for six weeks during PST, the Akwendas. I <3 this family and I'm going to visit them next week!




Burned while cooking nsima, Malawi's staple food, which is prepared by boiling water, adding flour, and stirring until a dough-like consistency is achieved. Flesh optional.












What used to be my "chim," or chimbudzi (pit latrine). Rainwater underground sucked it down, and it went boom.







Cockroaches poured out for days!








My helpful cleaning crew of ants, eating a cricket I'd smashed about 3 minutes earlier. The cricked was gone in an hour. Thanks buddies!





So IST (In Service Training) is upon us and today we roll out to Dedza. I'll be back in town the 16th or so.

PHONE INFORMATION

My number's been slightly changed, y'all.
Instead of 011 265 9 514 472
you now dial 011 265 999 514 472.
Okay? Okay!

6 months in

Well, what a month March was. The overall theme seems to have been "suck it up" ~or~ "how to deal when everything breaks." And, I do mean everything. From the necklace my mother gave me to my brand new phone, from a key bridge washed out by rains to my very own outdoor toilet, and etc.,* a LOT of shit broke this month. I also received word that a piece of my father (his arm) broke. Perhaps the worst, though, is the departure of my friend Erica, who was so instrumental in making so many of my Malawian challenges bearable. So, cliched as it is, a bit of my heart has broken, too.
But it hasn't been all bad. I confined myself to the village for the entire month of March and survived - no - succeeded! I moved forward with my secondary project of raising guinea fowls for a women's group. I finished out Term 1 of the school year, and read some damn good books. I've been harvesting from my garden and sharing the bounty with friends and neighbors. I have 2 separate fan clubs of a-freakin'-dorable kids who run at me, squealing and waiting for a hand shake or head pat whenever I walk by.
In short, I've made the first steps into teaching myself to make the best of it. Seriously - there's duct tape holding up a part of my wall. I wrote "It's What You Make Of It!" on the tape and eyeball it appreciatively everyday. I've been here for 6 months, now, and have finally started learning from my neighbors instead of simply observing them.
As my fellow teacher Mr. Chunda would say, "when there is a problem, we sit down and solve the problem. We solve the what? The problem." (a pattern of repetition unique to Malawian educators). So, that's what I've been doing even though there's usually a lot of sitting down before the problem can be solved.
Pics will be posted as soon as I'm on a computer that allows it. Love to all.

*iPod, solar charger, plans, systems, logic, floor, budget, and a prostitutes assumed humanity