Nchalo has that ability to make or break you, especially around October…when you ditch the heels for flip flops and the Coco Chanel for a can of insect repellent!
I have 2 weeks left of living in Malawi. These next few posts will be about the little inconspicuous moments and scenes I have come to know and love.
Her entire future would cost her less than an American cent. But the person who killed her dream, was the person she believed held the key to her freedom.
On a scorching hot day in Nchalo, 2 men arrived for work. They’d be sawing up an old log in my garden. They came with a small bag of tools and one long saw that wobbled with the hot wind.
Learn how the Malawians saw a log…
I thought life in the Shire Valley would simply be an extension of my days in Mozambique! I thought I’d potter around with endless time, taking photos and writing posts upon posts of blogs and maybe even a book too!!! But that life is a distant memory; floating […]
Does leaving Mozambique make her sweeter? Maybe yes. After living in central Mozambique for almost 7 years, I sit in my new country with a bright future ahead, thinking of all that I have left behind. I’m flicking through my photo albums, fighting that annoying little tear that […]
Today I said goodbye to Rudi. It’s been one year since I met her, one year since I learned about her life story. She was walking down a long dusty Mafambisse road, tired and defeated. She had a young boy on her back, too young to be her […]