Dearest friends, family, supporters and senders of chocolate (Jon and Mum..),
Sincere apologies for the lack of contact – or perhaps there are those of you who are sick to the back teeth of gap year newsletters, or any newsletters for that matter – and therefore I apologise for this one! (You can always just scan to the bottom… how will I know?!)
How are you doing? I hope life wherever you are is good…
Malawi is as ever fabulous – there are of course moments of stress, of frustration, of ‘why-the-hell-did-I-come-out-to-this-stupid-country?’, but whenever I come to type my newsletter I can only recall the good things, which I suppose means the good stuff far outweighs any of the negative and I would of course prefer it that way…
It has been a long time since I wrote one of these and I don’t intend to cover everything I’ve done in detail – for one I don’t have time (I’m taking a lunch break now from painting in the board room…) and for another you would find it intensely boring. Rest assured in the knowledge that I have been very busy, work has definitely picked up a few gears since I last did this!
I recall writing one just after returning from our scout to Mchinji orphanage – going back for a few days to hang out with the children and work with them was amazing. The whole place oozes love and care, I suppose you expect orphanages to be sad places, full of tragic stories, sick children and dark rooms. But the Home of Hope is the opposite. Of course there are tragic stories to be heard, the children are there, for the most part, because their parents have died of AIDS and you can be sure that 1 in 4 of the children has HIV, but what strikes you about the place is the love and the hope that the Pastor in charge has for all of “his children” – in the home of hope they get the attention, love and future that many Malawian children can only dream of. The faith of Pastor Chipetta (fondly known as Pastor Penfold due to his resemblance to a certain cartoon character) challenged all of us – I mean often the guy has no money in the bank and no food for his 330 children, he prays, and something has always turned up. Whether you believe in God or not, you can’t deny that that kind of coincidence is pretty damn cool. The place has touched me so much, as soon as I got there I knew I wanted to return and if that’s not possible I’ll be supporting it financially… may have taken a lot of photos, but who can blame me?? The children were sooo gorgeous!!
Our schools program is over now – we’ve taught all of the lessons and the whole course culminated in a ‘Lifeskills’ Weekend, where we took 50 students from various schools away and taught them how to teach the course we taught them. The idea being that ‘peer educators’ within each school can teach the course when we’re gone, and quite frankly they will be able to reach people better than we can – being able to communicate in Chichewa to those who don’t understand English – and based on the theory that a Malawian can communicate to a Malawian better than any English person ever could. It was so encouraging to see our students perform a lesson of their own at the end of the weekend, I felt like a proud parent to see their own dramas and posters teaching each other of the dangers of AIDS and how to care for those with the disease. And seeing Maclean and his rapper mates perform a piece they’d written themselves on HIV was incredible – I hate rap music but even I could see these guys had talent! It made me feel like all of the preparation and hard work had really been worth it, the thing being that our work is now sustainable – it won’t stop when we go home and the messages we started to spread will continue…
A couple of weeks ago we (team one, team two and some of our Malawian co-workers) spent just over a week at the lake on a building project at a place called Kande, it was damn hard work making bricks for a campsite and community centre right by the beach. We carried water up the hill to the tank (as the pump is lost somewhere between N. Ireland and Malawi…) we busted termites, we mixed cement, cleaned windows, put up new mozzie netting on the windows…it was so so good to be getting our hands dirty and working until we were properly tired. But of course there was time for chilling out – every time we got too hot working we’d run down and cool off in the lake. Both Tearfund teams went horse-riding, for a few hours and at the end we rode bare back into Lake Malawi until our horses swam, possibly the most awesome experience I’ve had here! Then on the last night we camped out under the stars on the beach with a camp fire and yes we even had toasted marshmallows… it was one of those moments when you realise just how fortunate you are to live the life you do… I know how lucky I am to be here.
Since Kande we’ve said goodbye to David McCullagh who’s now back in Northern Ireland, we’ve left the country for Zambia and been on a fab safari. I’ve visited my first Fair Trade Co-op, and seen the difference fair trade really makes to a community (in two weeks I”ll be seeing another!!) And we’ve continued work on renovating the S.U. office, now the library and 2 offices are newly painted and looking ace, we’ve begun work on the Board Room – hence as I write this I have speckles of light blue paint in my hair and white paint all up my arms… well it sets off my tan nicely.
Next week we’re heading down south to climb Mt Mulanje, which is both exciting and very very scary at the same time – also its going to cost quite a bit, eeeek that means budgeting! Lets hope the running and ‘toning time’ I’ve been doing has made me fit enough not to die as I attempt to scale the peak. The day after we return we’re off on a road trip with our boss ‘Hot Rod’ all over the country… and then I believe we only have 4 or 5 days left so it’ll be a matter of packing down the house and getting rid of stuff, buying last minutes souvenirs and reminders and saying goodbye…(hankies at the ready)
I guess I’m winding down now, the trip is coming to an end and so you get all reflective and wondering what you’ve learnt and how you’ve grown since being away… We’ve got less than 3 weeks left and I cannot believe how quickly its gone! I wonder how it can possibly be June and where all the time’s gone, but I am nearly ready to come home and definitely am looking forward to being back to a country where things work and where buses come on time (not 3 hours late) and where your kettle doesn’t blow up every week or so, and of course my main motive for coming back – I get to see Jon again!! Yay!! But I have grown to love this country and the people here – life at the S.U. office is sometimes hard at times with personality clashes and work ethics, but the country is wonderful and so so beautiful how could I not love it here?
I guess I’ll leave it here now, thanks for your emails and letters while I’ve been away and no doubt I’ll be making more personal emails when I get home! Take care until we see each other again…
Rach in Malawi x x x