A Day In The Life. Remember when I said I had to leave Malawi early and was going to Zambia on the 14. Did you get that same sinking feeling in your stomach too? Yeah, it dun feel good. Today I woke up in the rest house in Salima. By the time I got into Salima last night it was already too late to catch a bike home and al.

Personal stories to describe systemic issues. November 6, 2011 by mikeklassen. Intense advertisement for a competitive British university as the 300. Imagine! This job is about life. It is an honour to be given that chance to save two lives at once. I can only try my best, every single day. As I try and shift my body to get my hand into my own pocket, the mate taps Aziiba on the .

Auntie Ajuwa, This is for You. August 11, 2011 in Thoughts and Scribbles. I woke up this morning around six. Like always, I was awakened by noises in the yard. I sat up; rays of sunlight peeked through the cracks in my door. The amount of commotion seemed more than usual. Curious, I got up and opened the door. At the sight of half of the community gathered in the yard and my host mother with tears streaming down her face, I knew. Showing so much, ah! You have done well! .

Ideas about a summer in Malawi. On August 13, 2011. During my time here we were in the dry season, or winter season. Rains usually go up to May or June, but this year by early-May they had stopped. We had some few drizzles and 3 days of heavy rain up until now. Winter in the tropics is simply not comparable to winter in Canada, but it was cold! When the winds stopped a bit, they were off to catch some fish. Nsima with beans, potatoes, and bean leaves. Checking toilets, checking my learning.

If somebody ever tells you that there is something better than little feet running after your bicycle so that little hands can pull the hair from your legs, you are talking to a liar my friend.

8221; I shook my head, with some sort of awkward shocked look on my face and said no. What does that even MEAN? Looking .

In search of the Blue Direction. The Day 4 post is a pictorial account of my village stay. Attempts at learning how to weed. An absolutely delicious meal was being prepared there.