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.
When I think of Malawi, the first word that springs to mind is ‘Colour!’ There is something special about this time of year, just before the rains. The orange and red Flamboyants are in full bloom, the pink bougainvilleas pop against blue skies, the women wrapped in bold printed fabric, the red bricks exposed as green and blue paint peels with age and the dusty sunsets that paint the afternoon skies in yellow light. As if Picasso has come to Malawi with a full palette of paint!
Hushed by the sound of rain, they sleep. Lying side by side – children, grandparents, mothers and fathers – breathe deeply and dreaming of tomorrow. Not so far from the slumbering mud house,… Continue reading
Who would have thought that this thirsty and bone dry land, racked with rib looking contours ready for planting maize, would look like this now – full to the brim with water; saturated… Continue reading
After camping in our own home for four months, that mystical removals truck from Mozambique arrived, loaded with all our kit! I cannot deny that four months of simple living; with no TV,… Continue reading
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… Continue reading
I wish it was as simple as throwing money at a problem. I wish I could throw money at this problem. But I can’t. In fact I’m half certain that within the month… Continue reading
l Ieft them with a bag of beans and told them that this was their chance to change everything. I was not sure how Lourdes would cope – it being the second time… Continue reading
At a glance, you may be thinking ‘just another poverty-stricken family in Africa – quick, pull out the wallet and donate some dollars!’ On a closer look, this little household is thriving. It’s… Continue reading