Camp in Photos

A few weeks ago I held a girl’s SEED (Sustainable Environmental Education in Development) camp for 25 students from Community Day Secondary Schools in Nkhata Bay and wrote a blog post about it. Today I’m in Lilongwe being treated for gastrointestinal problems and had the wifi to post the pictures. So here’s what happened: Mr. … More Camp in Photos

Sitting M’Phala

When I was a girl I used to be afraid of the dark, and on my first night in Masedu those old fears came creeping back. I remember hanging my bed net in my living room, my house shadowy in the rapidly fading daylight. For a while I wandered the empty rooms of the house. … More Sitting M’Phala

SEED Camp

Over the last four months I’ve rallied five rural Community Day Secondary Schools (CDSSs) and their wildlife clubs to participate in the program. While every school in Malawi technically has a wildlife (environmental) club very few of them are active. Teachers lack the time, schools lack the money, students don’t take lunch and are too … More SEED Camp

Seasons

Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, mean absolutely nothing in Malawi. It’s not that we’re in the southern hemisphere, and we don’t live (like many people assume) in humid equatorial squalor. Malawi, especially the northern region of Malawi where I live, has four very distinct seasons which vary wildly by district. The mountains, Great Lake, and variations … More Seasons

Community

It’s been a while since I’ve blogged. A combination of my twelve kilometer cycle to the nearest electricity source, the fact I need to climb six feet in a mango tree to get decent cell service, and my lack of desire to do anything other than binge watch Gilmore Girls when I do have a … More Community

Fishing for Tomorrow

In the nine months I’ve lived in Malawi, the most Important thing I’ve learned is that the overwhelming majority of aid organizations don’t benefit Malawians. Well intentioned Americans and Europeans roll into my village every few months in shiny white landcruisers, holding meetings in English and bribing local’s attendance with biscuits and soft drinks. Sometimes … More Fishing for Tomorrow

Day to Day

The first night in the village is the hardest. I remember getting dropped off right as the sun was setting, the hired driver dumping my backpacks, buckets, and water filter unceremoniously on the concrete floor of my empty house. That night I slept inside my tent in the middle of my living room, eating cold … More Day to Day