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
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
From the hours of 6:00PM to 6:00AM, the village is dark and quiet. Chickens cluck sleepily from their hen-houses, families chat around cooking fires, and drum beats echo in the distance. In these peaceful hours I shut myself away in my nyumba, light candles perched in old wine bottles, and take up little hobbies. Some … More Nyumba at Night
Summer camp: if you’re anything like me the words probably recall visions of lake swimming, capture the flag, and roasting marshmallows around the campfire. Karonga SEED Camp 2016 didn’t have any of those things, but what it shared with that vision was its microclimate of freedom. For most of the 28 students selected from eight … More SEED Camp Karonga 2016
It’s the time of year where the tornadoes of spawning lake flies blow from the Mozambique side of the water to the coast. Women and girls wet baskets and swoop them through the air, collecting the tiny insects to make flour. It is beautiful to watch, until you bike through a swarm of them.
In a village without electricity, I go to sleep at 7:00 and wake up at 5. Sunrise is my favorite time on the lakeshore, when the air is clear and the Mozambiquen mountains are visable on the horizon. For the past few days the winds have been so strong fishermen can’t go out on the … More Sunrise on The Lake
I grew up watching the sunrise over Lake Michigan, on Milwaukee’s concrete, post-industrial shoreline. While I never had a particular interest in the lake as a kid, it was too cold to swim in, too big to row on, Bradford Beach too crowded and littered with trash; I remember it as an imposing presence. As … More Learning from Lakes