Mid-summer Mozambique: Heat wave

There seems to be no middle ground in Mozambique. When it rains, it floods and when the sun shines, it sucks you dry!

It’s after 10 at night, the temps outside are 34 degrees, the mosquitoes have emerged from the dark corners of the house and are gunning for my toes and the air con has packed in because the power is operating on one phase. Sleep is impossible right now, so I’m blogging instead!

I’ve had a busy day today. It was a public holiday and my husband went deep sea fishing. I got to stay at home and look after my dear son who had a raging temp of 40 degrees, in this heat! But regardless of his poor state, he is truly a little man of the outdoors. From 6am to 6pm I had to bolt the door shut and endure screams of rage for keeping him in and out of the sauna-like conditions! I must give full credit to those of you who live in cities or with extreme weather and must entertain the kids indoors on a regular basis. I would love to know your secret. How do you keep a child indoors, all day, without your house looking like it’s been ransacked and also as a parent, making it to the end of the day in a semi sane state of mind?

By 3 pm, I gave up and headed out. Only I locked him in our air-conditioned vehicle and set out on a drive around the estate in search of something interesting.

As Mozambique so expertly does, I was put back in my box and I piped down with the complaining. This country is truly humbling and so often I’m reminded of how lucky I am, how easy we have it.

The Mozambicans are true survivors. I believe the war plays a huge role in their ability to ‘make a plan,’ and just to get on with it. During the war years, few supplies entered the country and jobs were scarce. If they wanted food on the table, it was a case of ‘grow it or go out and find it!’
My drive this afternoon highlighted just that. I came across an old woman collecting snails from one of the canals. I am amazed by what they find in the canals and what has become part of their staple diet. If it’s protein, it’s edible! And there is usually a family of at least 8 children at home waiting to be fed.

I took a photo of this woman, with her permission of course. I suspect that I provided her with great entertainment, because while I was as determined as ever to get that ‘shot’ of her, I failed to look down. Down at the nest of psychopathic red army ants! Before I knew it, I was hopping around like a mad woman, squealing with pain and slapping my legs! Damn, those things are fierce! I think I got a hint of a smile from her which is pretty good because Africans in general do not smile for the camera!

And best of all, it finally lifted my sons spirits – pay back for a day in the house!