I’ll always remember this season in Zomba… there’s something special and romantic about it. Sometimes it’s just too hot for words – you can’t concentrate on anything except the overwhelming heat. Those are the days I dream of Lake Malawi… the ‘no swimming in open water’ rule is tough sometimes! But finally the sun starts to set and the breeze kicks in, and it all starts to cool down. Sometimes in my busy schedule I get a chance to sit on the porch and read, watching the sky getting darker and darker, eventually obscuring the mountain silhouettes. Once darkness sets in, the fireflies start to emerge. Just one or two at first, floating around the garden, resting in the grass. But as it gets later, hundreds and thousands of them appear, everywhere you look, like fragments of glitter or little uncommitted stars. Walking home after dark with these fireflies around me makes me feel safe and in good company.
And how could I forget the mangoes. The season is in full swing. You can’t walk for 2 minutes without coming across them in big tubs ready for sale; a couple of pence each! Or, if that is too much, you can find them on the trees pretty much everywhere. Malawian mangoes are not like mangoes as I knew them before – I’ve seen yellow ones, green ones, purple ones, and they all have different flavours. The yellow ones are so sweet it’s hard to eat them without making ‘mmm, mmm’ sounds. One thing they all have in common is that they are incredibly messy to eat. I get juice all over my hands, my face, and my clothes if I am not careful. When I finish eating, I feel disappointed – one mango is never enough.
We have our last week of activities coming up; after that, we will do reporting for a few days before going back to Lilongwe and flying home. It’s been a mixed few weeks. I can tell this group of volunteers were maybe expecting something different from what we are doing. Development isn’t always as rewarding as people might think, and with minimal support from YONECO it’s been hard to keep everything going. Samson and I have been doing our best though and the volunteers have been focusing on parenting circles – trying to improve them and create networks for circles in different communities so they can share ideas. Theatre is still going strong and the groups are pretty much self-sufficient now. I’m proud of them.
On Thursday we had our culture trip – to Mangochi to see the Lake Malawi museum, and afterwards to the lake itself; Malindi fishing village! I love Mangochi town, it’s so quiet and full of bicycles as opposed to cars. The market there is huge and full of stuff. I bought some fabric as a reminder of the trip and we strolled across the famous bridge watching the hippos in the Shire River. The lake was also great – we were lucky to have a sunny warm day, and took the opportunity to relax, stroll, dance with the local kids and take some group photos. So refreshing to feel the sand between my toes. It made me feel ready for the last couple of weeks here.