Volunteer: Johannah Murphy
Contributions from Johannah Murphy
Tiwonge used to wash my floors and clothes and sometimes water my garden before it disappeared into shriveled brownness. For these tasks I paid for her school fees so that she could attend secondary school. I like Tiwonge, she’s feisty and smart though sometimes careless and uncaring but she pulls it off with also being sort of sassy. Her sassiness makes her carelessness seem purposeful as if she does it perhaps to back up being sassy or maybe to protect herself. Either way Tiwonge and I got...
Outside my door a collection of children harshly rap at a mango tree with a long pole. The tree whackers have to shield their heads as they go in to retrieve the green rounds out of the dust. I love how things so gently collide around my house. Mango trees to me are exotic, a tree that grows far away from New England apple trees that don’t take up near the amount of sky and air space that the wide mango limbs do. But to see the exotic I have to duck my head, peeking under my laundry which is ...
Clothes cram up against clothes, up against walls, and people cram up against walls, and stalls, with stalls cramming up against stalls, and baskets, bags, and babies fill in the spaces between. After a venture past baskets, bags, and babies, and a careful avoidance of mysterious most likely toxic puddles, one may happen upon the Chapati Lady in the Mzuzu market. This morning for breakfast I had two chapati, two eggs, shredded cabbage salad with tomato, and chips all pleasantly coated in grea...