Dispatches From the Edge

Graduation

2009-06-25T10:54:00.000-07:00

So recently, I've just been extremely busy helping my boss put together a magazine. We really need to get this magazine out for July 25 so we have been working our asses off to get the rest of the content into the magazine. So the other day my mom sent me pictures of my older brothers university graduation. The people who attended were my mom, my aunt, and my younger brother. Sadly, I missed the graduation because I am in Malawi. When I looked at the pictures of course it made me feel awful that I wasn't there to be with my family. Secondly, looking at the pictures made me reminisce about school because that was also my old university. I did a degree in English and another in Journalism. My brother's graduation was for his second degree. He did a degree in Computer Science and Actuary Science. So immediately you can see the difference eh? he he. anyway thirdly looking at the pictures made me really take notice of how fast everyone is growing up. I mean my brother is older than me but in the picture was my younger brother as well. In about a week or so he will have his high school graduation. My God this means I am truly getting old. Between me and him there's a nine year difference and him and my brother 10 years. imagine. that's a huge gap. But in the picture my younger brother looked so grown. It was scary. I swear it was yesterday when he would follow me everywhere. I remember when kris kross was big that was mid 90's or so, I dressed him up in baggy pants and big hats. I mean he was young so of course if his big sister wanted to hang out he would agree. I remember dragging him along to all kinds of movies at the theater. And of course he would love it. Then as I started growing up more. I got friends. Then a boyfriend. The trips to the theater with he and I became fewer and farther between. I regret that. Now looking at the pictures I realized I missed so much of his life. I mean I was in university while he was going through those horrible changes in high school. You know puberty and hormones. Those years can be traumatic. I don't know what kind of parental difficulties he had in detail. I don't know much. And these days all I can manage to get from him about his life is a fine. It's typical I know cuz I was the same way but it's sad. I just look back and wish I had really been there for him. In any case, it's a result of the age difference that we really have become strangers and now being in Malawi makes it even more difficult. I think I hate graduations. They just make you reflect on life and they make you feel old. Graduations are a celebration of finishing school but I also think they are a big slap in the face. It's the schools way of saying, "GET OUT, GO TO THE REAL WORLD. YOU'RE TOO OLD FOR THIS PLACE!" Yup I officially hate graduations.

WAPi blog

2009-06-14T15:55:00.000-07:00

please visit the WAPi Malawi blog to find out more information on what WAPi is. http://wapimalawi.wordpress.com. I actually decided to go to wordpress because of the layout and features they provide you on the blog. I will soon be changing my blog address to wordpress. I actually prefer it. so soon I will direct you to my new blog but till then keep checking in regularly here. My goal for the next few months is to get caught up with all the work I have to do, start freelancing. I'm aiming to do at least one article. And lastly I want to write a sonnet. That's all for now. peace. A

Love

2009-06-07T13:58:00.002-07:00

So me and a friend were talking about Love the other day. We just realize we don't truly understand what it is. I mean we as in people are constantly saying the word i love you all the time. But really what is love? Okay, one friend said the best example is the love of Jesus. Okay but then when it comes to romantic love, how are you suppose to know the difference between real love, obsession, infatuation and lust? I don't know. Another friend said that often when you first meet someone it starts with infatuation and lust and then turns into love. I just don't know. Yes, we can use the example of Jesus, you know self sacrifice as our best example but taking the love Jesus showed us and using it to dissect whether you are in love with a man or a women is extremely difficult. I also took the example of sex and the city, it's the final episode of the series where carey says to her boyfriend that she's looking for love, real love, and then she goes on to describe real love as "ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't live without each other love", but is that even real love. I don't know is real love suppose to be ridiculous, inconvenient and something that you can't live without. is that love or lust? help me out here people.

LAZINESS

2009-06-05T02:36:00.001-07:00

So, I know I still haven't told you what WAPi is. Honestly it's because of laziness. WAPi stands for words and pictures. It's a bi-monthly event that is being put on by British Council Malawi, this is a project that I am involved in. But that's all that I'm telling you. It's laziness, that I haven't done more. Like posted pictures or said more about WAPi. My plan is to start a WAPi blog but again...laziness. That's the problem when you get lazy it is so hard to bring yourself out of that rut. I just don't know how to drag myself out. I just feel so exhausted, unmotivated and creative. I think it's cause all my energy went into this event. Then we had it, and now I have no more creative energy left. I knew an energy boost but I dont know what will boost it. Any suggestions?

All's Quiet on the southern front

2009-05-22T07:57:00.000-07:00

The results are in and Dr. Bingu Wa Mutharika, leader of the DPP, Democratic Progressive party) is now doing his second term as Malawi's president. He was inaugurated today in Blantyre. I live in Lilongwe so I didn't get to go and see the ceremony. Nor do I have any pictures, yet. But I am trying to get some. It was great to see so many Malawians out voting and then it was even greater to see that Malawians were so peaceful the next day. I mean I was telling someone and laughing about it when we were driving around on the streets the next day that it didn't even seem like there was an election. People were so chill. But Malawians are relatively chill anyway. I mean u had the occasional honking of the horn and wagging of the index finger (a symbol of the DPP party), but that was it. In the west, what we think about when we hear about politics in Africa is corruption, chaos and genocide. I mean we know about places like the Ivory Coast, Rwanda, Somalia, Sudan, DRC, Zim, etc...where you hear about detaining of opposition leaders, killings of political supporters, fighting by rebel leaders or whatever. But while it has happened in many African countries it doesn't happen in all. That's not to say that I necessarily believe Malawi's election weren't without problems. I mean the elections were free, but were they fair? It depends what your definition of fair is. One of the biggest problems is that where political parties get their money from for their campaigns is not questioned. There are no checks and balances. And secondly, the DPP had an incredible media power providing them with only positive coverage. TVM, Malawi's only tv station, and also MBC the radio broadcaster who has incredibly strong signals across the country gave the DPP a huge platform to convince the public why they should be in power. The media is a powerful tool that can always be used to sway people's decisions. Yes, there are private radio stations who provided fair coverage but their signals are not as strong as MBC's so unfortunately those who heard the bias coverage of TVM and MBC didn't have the other radio stations to balance out the messages. Some would consider the use of state media by the DPP is a form of rigging but that's not for me to decide, it's for Malawians to decide. Despite this, what we need to remember is that Malawi became a democracy in 1994. Western democracy is much older than Malawi's. They are still fresh. And I think that as time goes on, Malawians will start to demand more and more from their politicians and their media. Clearly, this election is showing that Malawi's politics is evolving. In this election, people voted based on the issues and ignored regional or tribal divisions as previously was the case. People made decisions based on not which leader came from their area but what each leader could do for them. DPP has done a great job on the economy, the Kwacha is strong, food security has improved, development is occurring and so many other things are happening under the DPP government. Yes, the government has it's problems but what government doesn't. In Canada, we still have not settled the issue with aboriginal people. We have first nations people who are suffering on reserves because of poor health care, lack of employment opportunities, clean water and social support for the family structure. In the United States, issues of racial inequality and systemic racism still persist. There are complaints of media bias in Canada and in the United States. Lack of coverage for Palestinian issues and pro-Israel coverage. So I mean no society is perfect. Without passing judgment on one society or saying how much better our democracy is then theirs lets remember that ours has a few stains as well. I commend Malawi for setting a great example to the rest of Africa. Congratulations to all Malawians for carrying out a peaceful elections!

A quick note

2009-05-19T15:19:00.000-07:00

The pics aren't in order. the order was messed up when i uploaded them but because it takes way too long to upload pictures, I am not taking them down and putting them up again. You'll figure it out.

Malawi polling in pictures part 2

2009-05-19T15:13:00.001-07:00

Malawi polling in pictures

2009-05-19T14:50:00.000-07:00

I took these pictures from a friend. Because I am not Malawian I couldn't get beyond a certain point to take pictures of people voting. It appears that many people are excited about the process of voting. And even for me, someone who can't vote it was an exciting process. Now the most exciting part of all aside from people casting their ballots is finding out who the winner is. In Canada, the process of democracy is less exciting. For us it's something we consider a right. So essentially, we just vote for do we want a conservative or a liberal in power but for us (Canadians) we understand that no matter who we vote for our democracy will still stay the same. But for many Malawians and people in Africa sometimes choosing one leader over another is choosing one form of freedom over another. We take democracy for granted. We treat it as a right. But for many in Africa it's not a right it's a privilege and especially in Malawi it's something that people cherish dearly. I really learnt alot from Malawians as they went to the polls. From now on I think I will vote in every election that I can. I don't think it's right for me to take the democracy we have in Canada for granted. As we have seen in places like Kenya and Zimbabwe, democracy can easily be taken away. In any case, a friend of mine got a monitor to take pictures for them and I sought permission from him to use his pics on my blog. He said it was fine. Here is the Malawian polls in pictures. I would love to reflect on democracy and other things more but it's late here and I have to go to sleep. enjoy!

POLLING DAY

2009-05-18T15:33:00.000-07:00

Today Malawians go to the polls to vote. Malawi is a multiparty democracy. The democracy started in 1994 after the peaceful ending of their dictatorship. It's my first time to experience an election in an African country. you know whenever you hear about elections happening in Africa you only hear about it when things go badly. let's hope that Malawi's elections run smoothly and are peaceful. I am gonna spend the day at Zodiak radio station...watching and listening how they cover the elections. In any case, I will be watching. I truly believe Malawi's elections will be peaceful and fair. the people here are amazing and I don't think they would want to see their country erupt into chaos. Everything will work out fine. I'll let you know the results when they come in. There are several parties contesting in the elections but the one's with a shot at winning are DPP, MCP, and UDF these are the three big parties. Currently, UDF has no candidate vying for president instead the Malawi Electoral Commission ruled that former president Bakili Muluzi couldn't stand for another term because he served the maximum term a candidate can serve so he formed a coalition with MCP although the two parties still haven't signed an MOU. DPP is the ruling party hoping to stay in power. DPP has made significant strides in improving the economy, human rights, and education. Although there is more to be done. Let's pray for a good outcome today.

Quarter Life Crisis, poem A

2009-05-15T15:00:00.000-07:00

Trapped in a whirlwind
Caught in a daze
Wrapped in a strait jacket
Fighting to escape.

Running from commitment
Hoping for a man
Yearning for a baby
To start down my maternal path.

Searching for tomorrow,
But still living in today
Looking for a miracle,
please God show me the right way.

Quarter Life Crisis

2009-05-15T10:38:00.000-07:00

Okay okay. there's one thing i really need to get off my chest. it's all this discussion about the quarter life crisis. I didn't hear about it until I spoke to a friend and when he told me what a quarter life crisis was, honestly, i gave a sigh of relief. finally a term that articulated the changes and confusion i am going through. Yes, I believe I am having a quarter life crisis. For some of you who have no idea what I am talking about essentially a quarter life crisis is basically like a mid-life crisis except well like the term said it happens in your quarter life or in your twenties. For me I can definitely say I am experiencing a quarter life crisis. I mean i packed up my life as I know it and came back to Malawi. It's a scary thing but also something exciting. I just felt I want to have meaning in my life and in my job. I really wanted to be involved in contributing to society in a positive way. And currently in the work I am engaging in in Malawi, I can say I am doing just that. Yes, I may be dealing with a bunch of challenges that if I stayed in Canada I wouldn't have had to deal with but I am also enjoying this new path I've taken...one of uncertainty and discovery. I'll take my experience for what it's worth. A chance to learn about myself and life. It's only a quarter-life crisis. The good thing about this terminology is that eventually it will end and I will be a better person for having experienced it.

Here's some characteristics typical of a quarter life crisis that i pulled off of wikipedia:

* feeling "not good enough" because one can't find a job that is at one's academic/intellectual level
* frustration with relationships, the working world, and finding a suitable job or career
* confusion of identity
* insecurity regarding the near future
* insecurity concerning long-term plans, life goals
* insecurity regarding present accomplishments
* re-evaluation of close interpersonal relationships
* disappointment with one's job
* nostalgia for university, college, high school or elementary school life
* tendency to hold stronger opinions
* boredom with social interactions
* loss of closeness to high school and college friends
* financially-rooted stress (overwhelming college loans, unanticipatedly high cost of living, etc.)
* loneliness
* desire to have children
* a sense that everyone is, somehow, doing better than you

Out and about

2009-05-15T10:30:00.000-07:00

Okay, so I've been a bit absent from the blogosphere because I have been super duper busy. Yes super duper busy. But now I am back. Okay where was I? Besides in my own head contemplating the mysteries of life, love and the pursuit of happiness. I was actually in another city called Blantyre. It's about 4 hours from Lilongwe. It looks more like a city. It has nice buildings. Night life. Different restaurants etc...I was in Blantyre to participate in a human trafficking workshop. I was one of the facilitators. I really love being part of the workshops because I am really into the issue of human trafficking. I just think it is so unfortunate that we have this kind of issue in the 21st century. After doing a human trafficking story myself I really became passionate about doing my part in some way to help in the fight against human trafficking. So yes that's why I went to Blantyre. However while I was in Blantyre I ventured out to a chinese restaurant, then went to a bar. Then...what!...caught a cold. the weather down there was cold. Yes, I know I am from Canada, yes the place with the snow and ice but despite my Canadian blood, I HATE THE COLD! I get cold so easily. man if a little breeze blows across my bare arms I have goosebumps automatically pop up on my arms. I mean seriously there's nothing I can do. So curently I am nursing my illness with lots of tea, bread and sudafed. hey that rhymes. I have included a pic of myself. this was me at the chinese restaurant. Enjoy!

Current Projects

2009-05-05T14:13:00.000-07:00

WAPI. May 30. one word. exciting. come back later to find out more.

Response to the last post

2009-05-04T11:30:00.000-07:00

So that was my first time ever sharing my poetry to someone or anyone else. Not as scary as I thought it would be. And in any case it now seems like I've turned into one of those people. You know the ones who bear their entire soul in their blog. Man I used to clown these kinds of people. And now I've made my blog into my personal diary. Funny. However, it feels surprisingly good to express my feelings in cyberspace. Till next time.

A million little pieces

2009-05-04T11:24:00.000-07:00

I remember the days when we were inseparable.
To the mall, to the park, on the phone, after dark
I remember those days in high school,
Chatting on the SAC steps about how much we meant to each other.
You were my other half. Wherever you went. I followed.
Wherever I went. You followed.
When people were looking for you they called me,
And when people were looking for me, they called you.
What I wouldn’t give to go back to those days,
Hugging and kissing, and loving in our own world.
But then we grew up. Time moved on.
Life got in the way of a bond so strong.
Now there’s nothing left, but sadness and despair.
Now there’s nothing left, and my broken heart is beyond repair.
I wonder, will there ever be another who will touch me deep in my soul?
Will there ever be another to drag me out of this dark hole?
We were suppose to be together forever,
But now it’s all f***** up.

The Problem with the mini buses

2009-05-03T11:59:00.000-07:00

So after nine months in Malawi, I can say that the enjoyment of the minibus has finally worn off. Yes, at first I thought it was exciting because it was new and different. When I first rode the mini bus I was like this is great. unlike the TTC (Toronto Transit Commission) the mini bus drivers stop and wait for you. Man TTC drivers will see you sprinting for the bus, they know that you're obviously late for work or some appointment and they look you dead in your eyes and drive off. Whereas the mini-bus driver stops where you want them to stop. Yes, if you're walking to the stage, no matter how far away, if the conductor sees you, he stops the bus and then gets the drive to reverse, yes believe it or not Torontonians, reverse the bus to pick you up. Like a TTC driver would ever do that. Also mini-buses go most places and if not there is a matola or u just walk. TTC only goes certain places, it's expensive and if you miss the bus and it's on a route that doesn't have many buses then your screwed. But like I said with mini buses their novelty has worn off for me. I hate when you have to wait like 20 minutes for the bus to fill up. Or if the bus isn't filled when it leaves the stage, the mini bus takes all kinds of different routes to find passengers and this is especially stressful for someone who doesn't speak chichewa because you have no idea what the bus is doing/where it's going because you have no idea what the conductor is saying. I continue waiting and then I always turn to the person next to me, hope they speak english and ask them what the conductor is saying. Honestly when those things happen I am just sitting back and praying that I get to my destination. My newest example of why I am getting annoyed with the minibus has to do with long distance traveling. Today I was traveling home from Mangochi, it's a district in southern Malawi and it's around 4 hours by public transport. I was in Mangochi to do research for a documentary production I am hoping to eventually get funding for. Well, first of all it took me more than five hours to get back home to Lilongwe, which is a district in the central region. So that was annoying. Secondly, most of the minibuses are not made for tall people. Many people in Malawi are short so for someone like me who's 5'8 riding a minibus long distances can be hard. Today, my leg was cramped so badly I honestly thought I was going to die. I lost feeling in my left leg, my left bum cheek fell asleep as well and then my right leg was in a lot of pain. Now what I do admire about the minibus is that the conductors are able to pack so many people and things into the bus. 10 suitcases, a goat, 20 people, chickens, 5 bags of maize...imagine into a tiny 14 seater minibus. I think if the minibus' renovated and made the space between the seats just a bit bigger along with the headroom I would have no problem riding them. But because the ride was so uncomfortable today, once I got off the minibus I immediately hopped into a cab to get home. I think I am going to invest in a bicycle so I can start riding to work rather than dealing with uncomfortable minibus rides. Maybe I can even invest in a motorbike...how cool would that be?

THIS WEEK

2009-04-23T10:16:00.000-07:00

This week is really difficult. I feel sad. I really miss home. I really miss my friends. I really miss my cat. I really miss the hugs from my mom. I miss waking up in my sky blue colored room. I miss the late night talks with my mom. I miss being able to ride the subway. I miss the shopping malls. I miss being able to get around the city easily. I miss the concrete jungle. I miss so many things. Somedays I don't even notice that I'm away but the times that it gets difficult being away from home is when I dream I'm home. Then I wake up and realize I am not at home. That's tough. really tough. How do I get through these feelings of loneliness and foreigness? I know eventually these feelings will go as they did before. But I think no matter what and where I travel too I will always miss Canada because that's my home.

Starving Artist part I

2009-04-21T10:08:00.000-07:00

So you always here about the starving artist. The artist who can't seem to get a break. Well that's how I have been feeling lately. I am a trained journalist. I decided to go back to Malawi to work with a company but also to pursue my dreams of writing and reporting internationally. Ha! wasn't that a crazy dream or what. At the moment I am trying to get a documentary film off the ground. It's an important human rights film focused on child sex tourism in Malawi. I have never felt so frustrated in my life. Trying to find money to fund this film is extremely difficult especially in the current economic climate. Grants are less available and as a first time filmmaker, I feel a bit discouraged, wondering, who the hell is gonna trust me to make a documentary film? I know I am intelligent and capable of making a documentary but everyone is competing for these big grants. At the moment I am currently struggling with how to remain motivated and positive. I have heard the words no so many times and it can really be downright depressing. But what makes me keep pursuing the funds for this film is the huge impact that I know this film can make. I know the power of media from experience. In August, I pursued a lead I had on a certain human trafficking case between Malawi and Tanzania. It took me months to make contacts, do proper research and planning. Finally the radio documentary was produced and aired in December. I wrote an article on the same case in the newspaper in January 2009. Well, as I continued to follow the case I thought it was over. the police didn't seem to be doing anything I was saddened by the lack of empathy by Malawian authorities. However, in April the men who had been trafficked in 2006 were released and came home in April 2009. When asked what happened to the boys, the families attributed it to the well-publicized story. This is what keeps me persisting. When I remind myself about the last story I did and the difference it made in people's lives and even my life then I become motivated again. But if anyone has any advice for this starving artist, any words of wisdom or anything I would be grateful. On the issue of child sex tourism increasing in Malawi, I don't want to give up on a film like this. But where do I start?

Thanks for the support

2009-04-21T09:56:00.000-07:00

I recently conducted a short campaign to try and collect and ship used clothing down to Malawi for street children. While I realize a project like this isn't necessarily sustainable, I just really wanted to do my little part to help. While I was working in Malawi on a CIDA contract, I saw that many children didn't even have shoes or proper clothes to wear. It was quite sad since I am so used to seeing that in North America there's always an abundance of things. I am aware that not everyone has access to these things in the west either. In any case I saw a need and I wanted to do something. whatever little I could do. Well when I started the campaign while I was back home in Toronto I saw that there would be no problem acquiring the clothing. But what would be the difficulty was getting donations to support the cost of shipping to Malawi. This is where cost was incurred most. Shipping to Malawi proved to be incredibly expensive. In the end I was able to raise more than enough money to ship the items to Malawi. The cost for shipping was $600US. Now it's the waiting process. The items will be in Malawi on June 27, 2009. Quite a long way away from when they were shipped, which was april 10. In any case I wrote this long paragraph to say from the bottom of my heart to people who contributed to this very small cause. Thank You. People who don't even know me very well entrusted me with this money just having faith that it would go to what I said it would go to. And it has. the remainder of the money will be used to deal with customs duties. Once again I would just like to say thank you and I will definitely let everyone know when the items arrive in Malawi.

Skype...not so simple in Malawi

2009-04-20T10:12:00.000-07:00

So when I left Canada, I tried to encourage as many as my friends as possible to sign up on skype. I told them yeah definitely when I get to Malawi i will find you guys on skype. if only it were that easy. Unfortunately since I've been here I've been subjected to really slow internet, now I can no longer figure out how to get internet on my fancy phone. It's a nice phone that I good friend of mine light me borrow for the year. Except when trying to find accessories for this said phone it's damn near impossible in this country. People pick the phone up in their hand, give me a confused look and say no they don't have accessories for the phone. essentially i am desperately trying to find headphones so i can listen to bbc. Another issue with skyping is the incredible time difference between Malawi and canada. while 6 hours doesn't seem like it's that much of a difference when I am getting ready for bed people in canada are just coming home from work. When it's 6pm in canada, it's 12am here. so just think how difficult it will be for me to stay up till 3 in the morning especially when I need to be at work the next day. In any case, I hope soon, once I can figure out how to connect my phone to the internet then i will hopefully be able to skype whenever I want. Most likely once I get all the kinks figured out, skyping will be reserved for the weekend. But till then I hope everyone can be patient.

PLEASE LET ME APOLOGIZE

2009-04-15T13:51:00.000-07:00

So I have to admit that I have been a terrible terrible blogger. Honestly I just became so not that interested in blogging. it's hard to keep up with it. divulge all your personal feelings and challenges into cyberspace. well it's difficult for me. And sometimes I just have a short attention span. In any case I am back on the blog. but look out for shorter blog posts. I dont have time to write out three day diary entries. in any case an update for all you people. I finished my eight month placement with a radio station in Malawi. Now I am back working with an intergovernmental organization and ngo's as well on the side along with being a freelance journalist. My time in Malawi will be for another year. Am excited about what I am doing here. I'm in search of a real life adventure. I hope I find it here. Until next time.

Learning experience

2008-09-13T03:01:00.000-07:00

One of the things I would say I have learned in Malawi so far is definitely one of the most endearing human qualities. I have learned how to share. I would have to say that is one of the toughest things to do, especially when you're not one who isn't used to sharing. Often in Canada, everyone has their own things. We have our own camera, or mp3 player, or radio recorder, computer and even food. Here, not everyone is so lucky. In Canada, I would say I was somewhat generous. But here each and everyday my friends are pushing me beyond my levels of comfort and understanding of how things work. Here, sometimes people don't have money to buy food or take the mini-bus: Kwachas don't go as far as Canadian dollars. And rather than seeing one of your friends keel over as a result of starvation you decide to share your food instead. In canada, most times I wouldn't think twice of sharing a plate of food. Rather I would expect them to buy their own. I mean after all a plate of food in Canada can be bought at as cheap as 5$ which is almost 700Kwacha in Malawi. Here life isn't quite so simple. For me buying a bag of chips for 100K or 75 USD is no big deal. I do it at home all the time. Here it's too much money. so instead of me happily enjoying the bag by myself while others watch, I choose even if it's reluctantly to hand over some chips to others. Each and everytime I do it, it gets easier. And it really gets easier when someone who isn't as privileged as you asks you to come and share a plate of food with them. Although they know that I might have more, they still give what they have. It really puts you in your place and makes you see how selfish you are. Seeing this spirit of generosity is inspiring. No matter what their situation is, if one Malawian has something and another doesn't they always share what they do have. And no matter how little that is, the person is always happy with the gesture. After all, don't we always say it's the thought that counts. And what about the saying it's better to give than receive. But really how many people in North America have truly internalized this idea of truly giving but not expecting anything in return. Not many. Definitely not myself. We always expect some form of payback in the end. And really, telling someone well although you bought me a $300 birthday gift, I'm sorry I only had $50 dollars for yours won't work. Telling them, "hey,it's the thought that counts." ha try that and see what happes. Most likely you'll have one less friend. But in Malawi because many people don't have much passing on a worn skirt or shoes is just as much appreciated as a $300 ipod. I admire my friends for that quality. It's impressive. I hope that it will rub off on me because even if I don't go home with curios, African clothing, and other souvenirs, if I come back as a more generous person that's a gift that will last a lifetime and benefit my family and friends and even strangers. I look forward to home a better person than the one that stepped off the plane in Lilongwe.

CHALLENGES ARE NUMEROUS FOR YOUNG GIRLS AND WOMEN IN MALAWI

2008-09-08T00:49:00.000-07:00

I’ve been surprised by the number of articles that appear in the daily newspapers with the headlines, ‘Man defiles 2-year-old girl; 37-year-old teacher defiles 11-year old orphan, or 30-year-old man defiles 15-year-old epileptic girl.” And the list goes on and on. But the latest headline that really prompted me to write about this issue of defilement appeared in the Daily Times. The article talked about a 30-year-old HIV positive man defiling his 5-year-old stepdaughter.

I acknowledge that cases of rape or sexual abuse are not just common in Malawi, but in Canada and all over the world as well. In news you hear cases after case of a child being kidnapped, sexually abused, and killed. But the headlines in Malawi seem way too common at least from my perspective. So I decided to ask around to find out more about young girls being defiled or molested as we say in the west.

When I visited a non-governmental organization called the Society for the Advancement of Women (SAW), my suspicions were confirmed.
“Rape is on the increase because of the idea that when an older man rapes a young girl it’s cleansing for an HIV positive man,” said Catherine Munthali, executive director of SAW.

This cleansing belief has to do with the idea that virgins are clean and will help a man get rid of his HIV status. The women who are most at risk are elderly women and young girls, said Munthali.

But when I asked Munthali where this belief came from, she doesn’t have an answer. She suspects the belief didn’t emerge from a specific culture but that it has more to do with the power relations in Malawi than anything else—possibly a way of keeping women in check so that patriarchy can continue.

Malawi is a patriarchal society, as are many other societies. But during the dictatorship of Hastings Kamuzu Banda the idea of human rights was non-existent, several human rights organizations told me. It wasn’t until after 1994 when the multiparty democracy was introduced into Malawi that human rights organizations were formed, and Malawi became a signatory onto many international human rights conventions.

Banda was in power for nearly 30 years. When Britain granted Malawi independence in 1958 he assumed the role of Malawi’s first Prime Minister. In 1996, Malawi became a republic and Banda became president. He remained in power until 1994, which is when he lost the presidential election. In 1993 there was a referendum on whether to introduce multiparty democracy. Malawians voted heavily in favour of this new system.

Many Malawians say that Malawi under Banda was safe and stable. People enjoyed relative economic prosperity, and he greatly improved the infrastructure. But under Banda more than 250, 000 Malawians were detained without trial, prisoners were underfed and brutally tortured (although this problem of the prisons still exists today). Political opponents were jailed, if not killed. Criticism of Banda was unacceptable. Censorship of books, films, television, and periodicals occurred. And journalism was not an accepted profession.

For women, subjects surrounding family planning were illegal, so the population tripled under Banda’s regime. The concept of marital rape wasn’t considered. And cases of property grabbing were common and accepted. This means that when the husband dies, his family comes and collects all of the man’s belongings because when a woman marries a man the property automatically belongs to the man.

A friend of mine told me about his own family’s experience in the early 90’s. After the death of his father, his father’s relatives came and took everything. If his father had paid a dowry to his mother’s family than he would have been taken as well.

According to the Catholic Commission of Justice and Peace, property grabbing is still widely accepted in the northern region of Malawi. This is also a significant infringement on women’s rights, and the notion of property grabbing helps to keep women in the place of second class citizen.

A well-know human rights activist explained to me that the problem with Malawi is that it’s still a young democracy, so it’s taking time for people to know and understand their rights.

“The legacy left by Banda is still lingering in our minds,” said Moses Mkandawire, director of church and society for CCAP Synod of Livingstonia.

For example, under Banda police officers torturing prisoners was accepted. The same police officers that served under Banda are still officers to this day.
He explains these problems as culture shock.

The human rights legislation is there. But the problem is not just about enforcing these laws, but it’s about changing culture, he says.

“We’re learning faster. This time around the constitution recognizes the role of women and protects children. But women have lagged behind because of the patriarchal system,” he said.

Catherine Munthali agrees with Mkandawire about the need to change cultural beliefs. Women need to be sensitized on their rights, she says. Currently many women aren’t aware that they can refuse to have sex with their husbands.
“Women don’t know they have the choice to say no,” said Munthali, “especially at the rural level.”

Under section 24 of Malawi’s constitution women who are married are protected against sexual abuse, harassment and violence. It also states that they are required to maintain property rights.

But creating equality in Malawi means that NGO’s must also get cooperation with the judicial system. At the moment rape, defilement, human trafficking and other forms of violence against women such as mutilation and murder are so widespread.
The judicial system doesn’t defend women’s rights and this makes them defenseless in their home and in larger society.

“Although there are many laws that have been ratified, they are difficult to implement because they are not local. Most judges cannot use international conventions because they don’t know them,” said Munthali.

Malawi is a signatory to the Convention on the Elimination of All Forms of Discrimination Against Women.

But often perpetrators of sexual violence get off scot free.
The problem lies with evidence, said Munthali.

Rape cases are often mishandled by the police because of the evidence problem and clinics mishandle the case because rape victims aren’t given special treatment.

In SAW’s case they had evidence that a 13-year-old girl was raped but the police didn’t believe the evidence. In other cases if a girl goes to a clinic she doesn’t receive special care so often evidence is removed and the criminal gets away with the crime, says Munthali.

Another case appeared in this week’s daily times where an 11-year-old girl was defiled in May of this year. In this case the man who defiled the girl was tried as a juvenile, although to be tried as a juvenile the criminal must be under 18-years of age. In reality the suspect was much older than 20. The suspect was released on bail and the case has been closed.

This is just some of the challenges that young girls and women are facing.
And for SAW the fight will continue as they seek to sensitize the public on the effects gender-based violence has on not just women but in the end what it is doing to the stability of the country.

“As an organization we are looking at how to create a coordinated approach to protect women from gender-based violence. People don’t understand the trauma that these girls must deal with afterwards,” said Munthali.

“We want the community to understand that rape is part of gender-based violence.”

ONE SUNDAY AFTERNOON

2008-09-06T02:47:00.000-07:00

Last Sunday, my friend and I decided to go to a public park after church. At the park there was a basketball court, netball court and soccer stadium. My friend was interested in practicing his basketball skills. So being the skilled player that I am decided to give him some lessons. I have played basketball for many years. I was on a rep team up until I attended university and I also coached adolescents in basketball. So we proceeded to the basketball court. After playing for an hour or so we saw a group of kids, no older than maybe 10 years old trying to play basketball on the netball court with a deflated netball. So we started playing with these young children. Despite being in tattered clothes and having no shoes on their feet these kids really wanted to play. Just having a real basketball to play with was a luxury for these kids. With our basketball they organized a full court gam. I told my friend he should get these kids to teach him as they definitely knew the rules, and he did not, and being that my English is different from his my instructions at times weren’t all that helpful. But these kids would definitely have been amazing coaches. Later on, my friend asked the kids how they learned to play basketball and they said that they learned by watching the older boys play. I was shocked that these kids learned the rules and learned how to shoot and dribble just by observing others playing as they didn’t really have a ball to practice with. Me I learned to play basketball by having someone teach me how to dribble, shoot, and pass. I went to numerous practices for the many years that I played. I don’t know how good I would have been if I had simply learned how to play by just observing. Later while we were sitting watching the children play basketball my friend turned to me and asked if I had brought my camera. I told him no. But I definitely wished I had. We had organized the cutest game of basketball and I couldn’t take any pictures. He proceeded to lecture me on how I should always carry my camera because, he said,

"these are memories that you can’t get back. You’ll want to remember these things so you should always have your camera."

He was right. Although there are times when I am homesick and missing my family, friends and most of all my boyfriend there have also been lots of good times so far. Good times that I have failed to document. Although I hated to admit it this could be my only visit to Malawi. I could end up going back to Canada, getting wrapped up in my own life. You know the excitement of getting back to the big city, seeing old friends and just being home again. I don't like to admit it but I could end up forgetting about the people that I met and became friends with in Malawi. The impact they had in my life. It's strange being in Malawi I feel world's away. I feel like I am living a different life. And when I get back home, my time in Malawi might feel like a dream. I hope that doesn’t happen, but it’s very possible. I hope I am different. I’m sure that’s happened to others who go away to another country, stay for a while, end up going back home and forgetting about the people they left behind. And I knew that’s what my friend meant in way. That when I am gone I could end up forgetting about everyone that I met here and everything that happened here. He’s right. I can't predict the future but these are memories that if I don’t document them either by writing them down or taking pictures they could be lost forever. And I don't want that to happend.

In any case, We finished the day off by giving the children some ground nuts that my friend had roasted at my house. On our way home we stopped at a bar and bought pork and steak and chips (French fries). All in all a game of basketball, watching kids play, and some pork and chips made this day one of the best days I have had so far in Malawi. Plus I made a new friend that day. Now we (my friend and I) share stories about our different life experiences, different backgrounds and childhood experiences. And now I have started making more friends. When I think about it Lilongwe isn’t so bad after all. I’m actually starting to become really fond of this place. Maybe I’m even starting to see it as home.

Maybe.

Choose your own adventure

2008-08-31T06:37:00.000-07:00

A funny thing happened this evening (Tuesday, August 19, the night I before I was suppose to go to Blantyre. I got lost. Since I’ve been living in Malawi I feel like I’ve lost a lot of my independence. At home I would take the bus to and from home often times late at night. There were times where I would leave work (downtown Toronto at the CBC) at 11pm at night and get home at almost one o’clock in the morning. Drive at night by myself. During the day I would venture to different corners of Toronto. And not once did I ever fear for my safety. While I was away at university in London, Ontario, I would walk to the store late at night. Walk to a night club or pub to meet my friends when I was living in downtown London, Ontario or sometimes I would roller blade at 12:00am at night. And still I wasn’t concerned.
But that’s not the case while I’m here in Malawi. I’ve been told time and again that it’s not safe to go out at night by yourself. Certain areas are not safe during the day. I’m constantly being picked up at my flat in the morning to go to work and dropped off there at night when work is finished. Staying late at work is difficult as people will often come up to me while I help a reporter with a story “are you almost ready? We’re waiting for you.” I have no control of what time I come and go. No afternoon stops at the corner store or when I was in Toronto I would stop at the Eaton Centre to buy a pair of shoes or check out the clothes on sale at my favourite store before hopping on the subway to go home.
Here I feel confined and at times annoyed that I cannot travel when and where I please. So today I stayed late to help a young reporter with her story. When I went downstairs the car was full and they told me to wait for the car to come back before I go home. While I was waiting two of my colleagues were walking down the stairs and out the door. I asked them if they were taking the minibus home. They said, yes. I turned to another co-worker waiting for the car and said, “I’m taking the minibus.” I waved goodbye and followed my colleagues a male and female to the bus stop. On our way to the bus stop I asked them if it was safe to be riding the minibus at night. The male colleague said yes. But the female colleague who’s English is not very good said, no. She said that in her opinion its not safe for a woman to be riding the minibus at night. But what could I do. I had already made up my mind to jump on the minibus with them so I kept walking.
Well, the time was around 5:30pm now, and the sun was setting. I was getting a bit nervous but I knew that I could be home just a little after 6pm. Ha. Maybe not. Considering just about five minutes after we were riding on the bus the minibus ran out of gas. Man I was shaking in my boots. Because while we were waiting for the operator to get more gas the sun was setting. When we finally got to the shoprite in old town, which is the area where I would be able to catch the correct minibus that would take me home it was dark. So I turned to my colleague and half jokingly said. I’m scared.” He laughed, thinking I was joking and said,”don’t worry,it’s safe.” Okay I said and hopped out of the mini-bus.
As I was crossing the street to catch my area 25 minibus I thought I would try using the little Chichewa I knew to make sure I caught the correct minibus. So I turned my attention to a man standing on a hill yelling, 25, 49 for the various buses leaving the area. I said, ndikupita Ku Riverside Hotel. Translation, “I’m going to Riverside Hotel.” He said yeah yeah hailed one of the buses that started pulling out of the minibus area and shuffled me into the bus. Now I just assumed it was the correct bus because he seemed so sure. Well turns out the bus I jumped on was going in the opposite direction. I couldn’t help it but I thought I was gonna get robbed. I had a laptop computer in my bag along with an expensive recorder and microphone, and 9000 kwacha (about USD 64). Apart from that I was lost.
Now when the various people around me on the bus realized I was lost and a foreigner they instructed me to stay on the bus and proceeded to negotiate with the minibus driver to take me home. So after stopping for gas the bus driver proceeded to take a deadly shortcut to get to my house. While en route on the dirt road, I thought the minibus was going to tip over thereby proceeding to kill all those travelling in the bus. As we were driving I prayed to God and asked him to keep the minibus from getting in an accident. I would have felt terrible if the bus had gotten in an accident all because they needed to drop one dumb ass foreigner home who thought it would be fun to take the minibus home in order to show her co-workers that she wasn’t that different from them.
All in all, I enjoyed the ride. Despite the fear of being out of my home by myself after dark. One thing that I was really happy about was how nice people were on the bus. They were genuinely concerned for my safety as I was also concerned. They didn’t want me to get off the bus to try and catch another minibus in the correct direction as it was pretty obvious by my accent and the fact that I didn’t speak Chichewa that I wasn’t from Malawi. So although the passengers were tired from their own day at work they didn’t want me to compromise my own safety. Still, despite the fact that everyone was very kind, 6l I will not venture on the minibus late at night but my ride on Tuesday was not only freeing and gave me a little piece of my independence back but it also showed me how kind and caring Malawians really are. This country truly is the warm heart of Africa.
When I returned home I called my co-worker. We proceeded to laugh on the phone together when I told him about my journey. The tale was funny to us both because I wasn’t injured. Still he proceeded to say to me, “next time you take the minibus, we’ll leave earlier.” And I happily obliged.

Blantyre! Blantyre!

2008-08-31T05:42:00.000-07:00

So I have been absent on posting on my blog for a while because I went to Blantyre the week before last week. And last week the internet by my house wasn't working and I wasn't able to get to the internet cafe before it got dark. So as I was saying, I was in Blantyre. And I loved it. Blantyre was beautiful. It reminded me of home a bit. There was a shopping mall. For the whole weekend I ate only burgers, pizza and chicken wings. There was lots of American style fast food places. All the girls dressed like they were from the west (i.e. lots of people were wearing jeans, layered shirts and tights with the short skirts.). there were tons of different cultures in blantyre. It was just so refreshing. In Lilongwe people seem more reserved, a lot of women don't usually wear pants never mind jeans unless they are young girls or teenagers. But in Blantyre every one wears jeans. I went to a restaurant to eat one day in Blantyre, it was called Blue Savannah. I was speaking to some women and told them that at my work place the women are not allowed to wear pants. They seemed pretty annoyed by that. "Why's that?" they asked me. I told them I didn't know. They proceeded to talk about how they thought pants looked more professional then skirts. I laughed I couldn't imagine hearing people say that in Lilongwe. Even the night clubs in Blantyre seemed very much like the west as well. There were two floors, VIP seats and there was a huge assortment of drinks specifically my favourite one of all...SMIRNOFF ICE. It was heaven.
one thing to note is that although Blantyre is Malawi's commercial capital when I told people I was living in Lilongwe they would often say to me, "eh, lilongwe is where the money is?" I would laugh because I sure didn't see it. Many people in Lilongwe seem to be struggling. It doesn't seem like there is a lot of opportunity to find work in Lilongwe. There are people often on the street begging for alms, some live under Lilongwe bridge, while some of the street kids live in the sewage drains, and others make their living off of scavaging through garbage dumps.
But perhaps they are speaking about the large tobacco estates in Mchinji and in the other districts or the fact that now all the government buildings are in Lilongwe or that the cost of living is higher in Lilongwe.

As I am summarizing this trip two weeks later it's hard to remember all the details so I am trying to summarize as fast as possible since I am being clocked at the internet cafe. But while I was in Blantyre I was able to meet up with other colleagues from Canada who are part of the same NGO. It was definitely refreshing to speak to people who could understand what I was fully saying and who didn't always ask me to repeat myself. They understood my turns of phrases and little jokes that Canadians would understand. I will definitely be back in Blantyre. Enjoy a few picks from the city that my Canadian colleague described as being like LA. Me, although Blantyre was definitely impressive, I would describe it as being more like a Kingston, Ontario or a Waterloo, Ontario type of city. It definitely wasn't LA. Anywayz sorry for the sloppy post but please check out the picks. Click on the pic below.

Here's some background on Blantyre:

Blantyre is named after the town in South Lanarkshire, Scotland, where the explorer David Livingstone was born. Livingstone's missionary endeavours saw the establishment of the St Michael's and All Angels church. The church dates from 1891 and was famously built by a team of local workmen with no knowledge of architecture of building techniques.[1]. Urban development began in the colonial era with the arrival of missionaries, traders, and administrators and was further stimulated by the construction of the railway.[2] In 1956 it was merged with its sister city, Limbe, to form one city. As Malawi's main economic and financial hub, the city plays host to an international trade fair every year which takes place during the month of May. The event seeks to showcase the best of Malawian commerce, industry, agriculture and information technology and opened under a theme of “Building Productivity Capacity to Achieve Export Competitiveness” in 2007.[3] Blantyre is also home to the Malawi Stock Exchange located on Victoria avenue, the heart of the city. It opened its doors in November 1996 and operates under the Capital Market Development Act 1990 and the Companies Act 1984. Prior to the listing of the first company, the major activities that were being undertaken were the provision of a facility for secondary market trading in Government of Malawi bonds namely, Treasury Bills and Local Registered Stocks.-- (wikipedia)

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Language Barrier

2008-08-16T06:34:00.000-07:00

One of the hardest parts about being in another country is the inability to communicate with people because you don't speak the local language. Sitting at work sometimes, although I am surrounded by people, can still feel very lonely. People are always speaking in Chichewa. So you're constantly left out of the daily discussions of news whether its pieces of a morning meeting, a breaking news story or just cordial discussions of the daily events that occur. Often when hustle and bustle starts in the newsroom I will turn to my colleague and ask him to translate. And that takes a bit of time as well.

Sometimes, my colleagues try to communicate with me. But conversations that should really be only about 5 minutes will often drag on because both myself and my colleague are struggling to understand what each other is saying. My colleagues often say that I speak too fast. And I find that they speak too fast. Whatever the case may be my english is completely different from their english.

However, as my frustration has mounted in the past week or so, I called up my colleague who was previously a teacher and asked if he could teach me Chichewa. He agreed. So starting next week twice a week after work I will try to become somewhat fluent in Chichewa. I've already started learning and I pride myself in being a pretty fast learner.
My work is Malawi is definitely so much more difficult then I ever anticipated.

Home is where the heart is

2008-08-15T03:13:00.000-07:00

At the moment I am currently in Mzuzu. I will be in Mzuzu for three day.s That's the major northern city in Malawi. It's close to Tanzania. It's gorgeous but it's also way smaller than Lilongwe, which is where I am currently living. I must say that I actually really miss Lilongwe. Although I am still homesick for Canada, leaving Lilongwe was a lot sadder than I thought it would be. I thought it would be exciting to venture to a new city. Get out and see Malawi but the fact is I find Mzuzu kinda boring. There's a tiny downtown area, a small market area and the pubs that I have been too are well...dry. And people are no longer speaking Chichewa here...just when I start learning bits of Chichewa I find out that it's another language that is used up here. Plus the relationships I was finally starting to build in Lilongwe with co-workers was interrupted. It takes energy and time to build a corgial relationship with co-workers. plus I left Lilongwe when a big story was breaking. I will definitely write about it in my next post. It's a pretty interesting story. Although my visit to Mzuzu is only three days, I wish I was back in my home in Lilongwe and sleeping in my bed, going to the internet cafe where I have come to know the owners and visiting with my friend that I always meet on the weekends in Old Town, Mr. T. My trip to Mzuzu has taken me out of the place where I am just starting to feel comfortable. Usually when I am in Lilongwe, I dream about life back in Canada. But yesterday while I was sleeping in my lodge in Mzuzu, I was dreaming about Lilongwe. Funny. I think it's the fact that in Lilongwe I am finally starting to come to terms with the fact that I will have to be here for the next six months. And yes, hate to admit it but it's starting to feel like home. I leave Mzuzu tomorrow and, honestly, I cannot wait to get back.

My Bad...LOL

2008-08-11T08:01:00.000-07:00

I received some good advice from a close friend the other day. Yes, I know I will not crouch down while I am wearing a skirt. I am not used to wearing skirts (everyday) and I noticed in every picture I was in a pose that I would normally do when I am wearing pants. I noticed it when I was going through my pictures. It's pretty funny. Good thing my underwear wasn't showing. Now I will have to constantly remind myself. No crouching for pictures in a skirt. But the other reason why I crouched is because the ground was dirty and I didn't want to get my clothes or my skin dirty. I hope to get over my scornfulness soon as I am sure I will encounter many more things that are dirty. But have no fear, you will not see anymore pictures like that.

Patience is a Virtue

2008-08-11T07:50:00.000-07:00

When I was at the CBC, working for a weekly current affairs program in Toronto, Canada, things were done relatively quickly, although not as a quickly as a daily show. I mean yes there were slow points but when the show was getting ready for air we moved fast. Organized stories, chased guests. And when I worked at The London Free Press, a daily newspaper in southwestern Ontario the paper also worked at a super fast pace. When I would cover Friday night soccer I would have to complete a story in about 30 minutes. The game would finish at 11, and deadline was at 11:30. Keep in mind traveling back to the newsroom also took time, so then I would have 15 minutes. Assignments and stories were planned out the day before, although pitching stories were always welcome.

Here in Malawi… things move slower.

In Canada, when you’re working for a news agency the internet is a necessity. Media organizations rely heavily on the internet, which is used to find stories via weblogs, independent news sites, on-line magazines, on-line newspapers, podcasts etc…We use the internet to fact check information on stories using reliable websites, find contacts and search for sources. We use email to usually connect to sources as a result of the rise in blackberry use. Sources are always reachable whether they are in British Colombia or Los Angelas . And building up your Rolodex depends on people keeping their cellphone numbers and land line numbers the same. My family has kept the same number for years.

But here in Malawi, most stories come about through observation, word of mouth or tips, not necessarily from something I read. That’s not to say that journalism in North America doesn’t rely on word of mouth or tips…the really good stories come from tips but in terms of the daily news cycle it’s often about reading a story and finding another angle to chase. In Malawi, the internet is often too slow to hunt for stories or verify facts. I can barely load the BBC site, and loading The Globe and Mail newspaper, Newsweek or the New York Times…ah forget it…it could take you all day to load the page. And the daily newspaper sites in Malawi are rarely up to date.

Here, things linger. Things take time. The day moves slowly and developing a story takes time, especially when you don’t speak the local language...it takes twice as long for me to interview subjects. Often they can’t understand me and I can’t understand them…because our English is very different. Often in the middle of an interview I will pass the phone to one of my colleagues to ask them to speak to the subject in Chichewa or in their form of English so that I can stop wasting the phone card minutes.
For a journalist in Malawi, getting the story is much more difficult because resources are scarce. Using a land line can only happen with a phone card, so dialing out is often cumbersome. Using your cell phone to speak to a source while you’re on the road would cost a lot of money. It costs almost $1 to make a call on your phone, and units are expensive. For 500 units its 700MK or 5$USD. But the minutes don’t last very long at all. Often what people will do if they want to save minutes is flash you. That means they will call and hang up. When you call someone and hang up you don’t lose airtime. So the person is forced to call you back and you get charged for the minutes.

Often phone numbers don’t work, cell phones are regularly not working because either the network is busy or the person has changed their number. The Africa yellow pages for Malawi never has up to date numbers. And if you’re thinking about leaving a voice mail to get a source to call you back…good luck with that since there isn’t voice mail. And trying to leave a message with a receptionist…ha, the person you’re trying to reach will never ever get your message nor will they bother to call you back if they do.

Also getting to the scene of an accident or going directly to the subject of a specific story is downright impossible. There are only two cars for the newsroom and often times there will be only one car available which is shared between the newsroom, the sales department and the other programs that air on the radio. As well, reporters in the newsroom share one recorder. Thank goodness I brought my own recording equipment because freelancing stories would have been impossible.

As a journalist working in Africa, I have to remind myself daily that 'patience is a virtue.' If I don’t I will want to tear my hair out. One reporter in the newsroom I am working in gave me the best advice about a week ago as I sat at my desk trying to reach one person on the phone for a simple comment the whole day. I never did get a hold of the person until a few days later.

My co-worker said to me, “Amanda…often things move very slow here…Just be patient.”

And I think his words are the best advice I could have received in my nearly three weeks of being in the country. I’m used to the fast paced newsroom, the anger that comes with producers who need guests on air ASAP as they fear another media outlet might break the story before them. But here in Malawi, you get the sense that if the story doesn’t work out today then it doesn’t matter because they’ll just pick up where they left off the next day…In Malawi tomorrow is another day and the story can always wait till tomorrow.

More pics from Mchinji

2008-08-10T05:10:00.000-07:00

More pics from Mchinji

Where do peanuts come from?

2008-08-09T08:42:00.000-07:00

I found out on Thursday while I was in Mchinji where peanuts in Malawi come from. They come from women and children sitting in the hot sun for hours breaking open the shells of the peanuts. The women crack open the peanuts and the children sort through the shells for the nuts. Little kids, no older then 12, dressed in rags, with no shoes and dirty faces using baskets to separate the shells from the roasted peanuts. After seeing this and seeing the monotonous work these people have to go through I don’t think I ever want to eat peanuts again. Mind you I know these people are getting an income by doing this work but I mean what kind of life is that...to be sorting peanuts everyday for the rest of your life. I asked someone if these were the same peanuts that were exported. They said no. But I later heard somewhere on the radio that Malawi does export these peanuts. I think I hate peanuts now.

An afternoon in Mchinji...A lifetime of pain

2008-08-09T02:20:00.000-07:00

On Thursday, I traveled to Mchinji. It's a town about 40 minutes outside of Lilongwe. Myself and one of the hosts for the radio station traveled there because a 12-year-old boy named Sekelani Banda had been accused of stealing maize by his aunt. The woman proceeded to lock him in a room, douse him with paraffin, and light him on fire. However, to make matters worse the boy didn't get to a hospital until about 5 days later. He was first brought to a reverend to be prayed over. The police were notified at that time and the boy was taken to the hospital. Sekelan is currently in Mchinji District Hospital, hoping to recover. However, he now has a fever which the doctor's believe was brought on by infection.

After the host interviewed Sekelani, she started crying. Believe me I wanted to cry too, but I remembered all those things they taught me in J-school. You know to not get emotionally involved in the story...You're suppose to keep your distance from the subject. Be objective. Remain focused on the story and the quotes. So I didn't cry. I kept my cool and focused on the task at hand.

I was very surprised that I was able to hold in my emotions because I am such an emotional person. Any little thing gets to me. I cried during the Notebook, Million Dollar Baby, during Love and Basketball, Love Jones and the list goes on and on. I even cried when I watched The Great Debaters. When I am watching the news or reading a book I sometimes cry over those stories as well.

But finally when I got to experience the story first hand, not through the filter of a CNN correspondent, I held my emotions in. Maybe it was because I couldn't understand what the boy was saying since he was speaking in Chichewa. But I don't think that was the problem. I could understand human emotion. I could feel his pain. Understand his confusion as he tried to understand how a relative who is suppose to be taking care of him, protecting him, loving him could do something so cruel and senseless. I don't know what it was because even when I went home I still didn't shed a tear. The fact that I never cried for this innocent child who experienced such trauma, really made me ashamed and disappointed in myself. Maybe it's because for year's I have been exposed to these kinds of troubling stories. Pictures splashed across the news pages or on the television screens, being looped over and over again on CNN or the CBC. Maybe I am desensitized to these images. I don't know.

But since I didn't cry for Sekelani, I know that telling his story also means a lot as well. I am happy that I convinced the radio station to go and speak to the boy so that his story could be told. Too many children in Malawi are having their childhood taken from them. Too many children in Malawi are being silenced.

Sekelani is just one example of the thousands of Malawian children that are being physically and sexually abused by adults each day. The HIV/AIDS epidemic means that Malawian children are the greatest victims. More than one million Malawian children are homeless, orphaned, many are HIV positive, and many are either being trafficked in Malawi and across the border to work as domestic labourers, or on tobacco estates or being sold into the sex trade. The fact that these children are being abused is leaving many Malawian children with a huge psychological burden to deal with. And if Malawi has all these children that have experienced trauma, what does that mean for the future of the country? It's a very sad existence to be a child in Malawi.

Presenting...A Malawian Wedding and some cute orphan kids

2008-08-08T13:52:00.000-07:00

Presenting a Malawian Sunset

2008-08-08T13:31:00.000-07:00

After numerous requests I am finally trying to get my blog going. Right now it is Friday, August 8, 2008 at 10:30pm at night. I am currently using the wireless internet at the hotel which is right beside our flat. It is consistently slow. Things move at a snails pace here. But for some reason the internet is super fast tonight and the fact that I am able to upload pictures is a huge accomplishment. So I have decided to stay here as long as possible to get these pictures on the internet for all of you lovely people back home. So here are your pictures people. I am finally able to satisfy your hunger for pictures. Enjoy! I took this picture on the way home from a Malawian wedding. One of the employees at the radio station I work at, which is called Zodiak Broadcasting Station was getting married. It was a great wedding. It was just like an Italian wedding. People kept giving money out at the wedding. I later found out from a colleague that the couple ended up receiving more than 200,000 Kwacha (in US dollars that's about 1500 dollars...not much by North American standards but in Malawi that's a lot of money considering more than 60 percent of Malawians live on less than USD 2 a day).

A Reporter's Dilemma

2008-08-08T13:09:00.000-07:00

Last week, I went to a function that lasted several days with one of the reporters. We attended the function for two days. On our last day at the function, we were asked if we were staying for lunch. The reporter said no. (This conversation occurred in Chichewa so the conversation was translated for me a bit later). We were shuffled into a room after the reporter declined lunch, a woman asked four our names, the reporter answered her, and then we were both handed K 2000 which is less than US $15.
I turned to the reporter and said “No, I’m sorry, I can’t take this money.” The reporter told me to be quiet in the most polite way possible. “Shhhhh,” were the reporter’s exact words. My mind and heart were racing. My mind was going a mile a minute because I just knew how wrong it was that I had taken the money. I was panicking on the inside. On the outside, I tried to remain cool and calm. For a journalist in the west, taking money from a source is definitely unethical. It’s seen as downright bribery. But when I looked at the reporter’s face I decided to make a sacrifice for them. I think the reporter felt if I turned down the money it would prevent them from getting the money too.
When were finally alone, I told the reporter that I couldn’t take the money. I told the reporter that I was going to take the money back. “Alright,” the reporter said slowly, sounding defeated. But when I looked the reporter in their eyes, I decided to give them the money instead.
Of course the reporter accepted the money. But the exchange was ac I knew I had made the reporter uncomfortable by not accepting the money. My refusal to take the money, and the reporter being adamant accepting it highlighted the idea of the haves and the have-nots. I was obviously someone who didn’t need the money. The reporter did.
A little later when the awkwardness subsided we started talking about the situation. The reporter told me that anytime a reporter goes to a function in Malawi they are given money. The money is called, a “lunch allowance.” And the reporter’s always accept the money. I then asked the reporter, if the reporters were expected to write positive stories because of the “lunch allowance.” The reporter told me yes, but explained that they never do and that the next day the newsroom often received angry calls from these people. But the reporter waved it off saying they didn’t care about getting those calls.
She also went on to tell me that she lived in a place called the barracks and that she had to pay K400 for her transportation each day. Two mini-buses to work and Two-mini buses home. Meanwhile, I usually got a ride to and from work. Lived in what my co-workers consider ritzy accommodations. I am one of the have’s and the reporter was one of the have not’s.
After that conversation, I felt bad for making the reporter feel like I was “ethically superior to her.” Although I hadn’t tried to present that air about myself I think it might have come across that way. Later as I reflected on journalism in the west, I remembered that although we don’t take money from companies and organizations, we often accept free clothing, books, CDs and IPODS sent to US. Usually we excuse accepting the gifts by saying it’s for a story but half the time the reporter never does the story. So are we really better than journalist’s here who accept money because they know it will help them with food, transportation, or rent for that week.

In Malawi, reporters aren’t paid very much at all. Where I work there is one phone in the office for all the reporters to share; no one has a lap top computer, rather computers are shared; and none of their reporters own their own recording devices. So when I look back on that day I don’t fault the reporter for taking the money to help them pay for transportation and lunch for the week. I actually fault myself for unfairly judging them and thinking that their actions were unethical when instead their actions are a matter of survival.

Is This Really Africa!?

2008-07-27T03:13:00.000-07:00

When I stepped off the plane in Lilongwe, Malawi, I have to say that I was far from excited. The airport looked like a ghost town. No airport traffic. Baggage handlers moved slowly to get the luggage of some 10 passengers to the tiny baggage claim area. Inside the aiport there were no duty free shops where I could buy little trinkets as valuable reminders of when I stepped off the plane in Lilongwe. Customs agents moved slowly. There was no warm welcome to Malawi at the airport. We were met with blank stares, stark looks and confused faces as airport employees looked at the four of us, two black girls, a south Asian boy and a filipino boy speaking with a funny accent. The unhappy immigration officer stamped our passports and said, "I can give you 30 day visa. you have to go to the immigration office and get it extended." Just great, another expenditure I have to worry about.

While I was inside the airport I decided I should exchange my Canadian money into Malawin Kwacha. I mean usually at the airport you can exchange any currency. I was met with a shaking of the head. The man looked at me funny when I asked him if I could exchange Canadian Dollars. I don't even think he understood me. "Only American or Euro's," the foreign exchange man said. Sigh. Right there I thought to myself, I can't believe this is Africa. I knew from then money problems should be expected. One thing I have to admit is that it was my fault that I didn't change the Canadian money into American currency at the TD bank or even when we stopped in Amsterdam, I just didn't think it would matter that much. Boy was I wrong.

Myself and my three colleagues finally collected our luggage and threw it into the back of two taxi cabs. As we drove away from the airport there were few cars on the road, no high rise buildings, no bustling sidewalks, no trendy restaurants, fast food restaurants or pubs to stop in for a quick bite to eat. The air wasn't very refreshing and it was dirt and trees for miles. I wasn't impressed with Malawi at all. My colleague turned to me and said, "wow you don't look very excited, I would pay money to know what you were thinking right now?" I said to here, "you don't want to know." Well, at that moment in time what I was thinking was Is this what I've gotten myself into for the next seven months. Is this really Africa? I was ready to go home, right when we landed. Ready to go back to my nice house, my life, the high rise buildings, the malls, the fast food restaurants. The excess.

For the next two weeks I was subjected to ice cold showers everyday. At times I had no TV, experienced blackouts, the chilly Malawian winter nights that felt like a chilly autumn day in Canada--which felt much colder because for the first few days in Malawi I was sleeping in a hut located on the property of a backpackers inn. I was forced to wear layers and layers of clothing to bed and sleep under a mosquito net. I must admit, at that time, I really hated Malawi. In the showers and at night, I often repeated that in my head. Writing to my boyfriend I said it again. At that time I was truly homesick.

But upon finally getting the hot water working in my apartment (after a week of ice cold showers, which would cause me to skip a few showers as I just could not bring myself to go under the water) and getting a tour of some other parts of Malawi from my boss at the radio station, I started to think differently of Malawi. I won't say that I like it yet but what I will say is that I am starting to have more of an open mind. In order for me to have a good time here, I need to accept life as it is here and not always compare it to life in Canada. malawi is one of the poorest countries in the world so I can't expect to have easy access to the things that I do at home. And two despite the fact that there are many things I cannot get from Malawi, there are many things that Malawi has taught me. For one it's taught me not to take the life I have in Canada such as the privileges and the great friends and family that I have for granted. I look forward in the coming months to gain some more life lessons from "the warm heart of Africa"