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.
“I lived in Mozambique many years ago. I was born there. My family came to Malawi when the war broke out between the Mozambicans and the Portuguese. My grandfather died while travelling on a ship down the Zambezi river. He was due to start work in Marromeu on […]
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.
Ever since we passed them on the road – wild, unpredictable and masked, I wanted to know more about the Gule Wamkulu and it’s secret society. Of all places to learn about it, it was the beautiful Mua Mission that shed light on this sacred ceremony…
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 […]
It was already 6 pm, we were late. We were racing down the sandy track and were anxious to set up camp as quickly as possible. Kids were yelling for dinner and an ominous grey cloud had consumed the starry night. The mist enveloped us and spat droplets […]