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.

Follow my time as a development worker for EWB in Ghana. So, how was Ghana? 8221; I certainly had the tools to deal with The Question itself. Have the tools, however, to deal with the fact that it would be asked of me nearly every time I reunited with anyone. It became exhausting almost immediately. Beyond the exasperation of hearing the same question over and over again, I was tired of being asked because I really.

Just another EWB JF Blog. We departed from Lilongwe on August 27. After that it was three days in the EWB house running workshops on reintegration, chapter work and communicating our experiences. After debrief, I headed to Edmonton August 31.

Developing a principled position on the mining issue. The impacts the mining sector has on developing countries should interest all Canadians. In some Southern communities when residents hear of Canada they think of the mining company operating nearby rather than the country. As a Canadian development organization named. EWB, with its large member-base and outreach capacity, has the ability to significantly affect the shape this issue takes. While mining companies create jobs, and pay r.

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.

Where ever you go, go with all your heart -Confucius. I open my eyes to the sound of my sistah Asana hesitantly saying my name. I instinctively reach for my phone to check the time.