The weekend before last, 10th – 11th November, I felt I was seeing
and experiencing lots more new things in Malawi. The truth is I see new things every single day. I never cease to be amazed.
- No carrier bags in the supermarket, thankfully I hadn’t
bought too much and was able to take the trolley to the car to load up my
shopping. I’ve not seen any recycling initiatives since I been here although
colleagues tell me there is some newspaper recycling. Some of the shops sell
bags similar to the Bags for Life ideas in UK supermarkets although I’ve seen
very few people using them. I have one and now need to invest in a couple more
so that I’m ready for the next time there are no carrier bags. I’m pretty sure
there will be a next time!
- A deaf teenager wearing a hearing aid and a tee shirt from
International Week of the Deaf. From my time with the National Deaf Children’sSociety, I know that being disabled in a developing country often means you are
stigmatised and have very very limited access to support that we take for
granted in the UK. I was delighted for the teenager that he had a hearing aid
and had also been part of a worldwide event.
- Believe it or not I was up early on the Sunday and went, for
the first time, to St Peter’s, my local Anglican church. The service started at
7.30am, according to the notice board. I arrived early (unusually for me!).
More details about the whole service in another post! This was my first
experience of a bilingual church service. Thankfully, the prayer book had
Chichewa on one page and English on the
facing page so I was able to follow the service. Where the Chichewa wasn’t too
complicated to pronounce, I was even able to join in! My knowledge of Chichewa increased
from zikomo (thank you) to include Ambuye, mutichitire chifundo (Lord have
mercy). A great way to start the day. If you want to learn prayers in Chichewa have a look here. Be warned, lots of the words have lots of constants (eat your heart out Carol Vorderman!)
I’d not expected any reference to Remembrance Day and there wasn’t but the service did end with the hymn “O God our help in ages past” so I felt I’d been part of the service of Remembrance despite being 4,948 miles away (yes I checked the distance on this website!) - Last Sunday (18th) as I drove back from a colleague’s house I had to take a second look when I saw a man pushing a baby in a buggy. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’ve not seen a single buggy since I've been here, not even one being used by Europeans.