Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Hunger Season

The three seasons of Malawi are: Hot & Wet, Cool & Dry, and Hot & Dry.  Two of these seasons (Hot & Wet and Hot & Dry) combine to create a parallel season, known as, Hunger Season.  When I first heard of Hunger Season I was not sure what to think, it sounded like the prequel or sequel to Hunger Games.  Now it has begun, it is very serious.  Food is sparse, sparse food and water for the better part of 4 months to come.   The traditional meal here is Nsima (C-Ma, a staple food patty made from maize meal that you eat without utensils but with your hands) and a relish or two.  Relish can be a vegetable, meat, or legume.  Now that Hunger Season is upon us the traditional meal is just Nsima. Our market (I use the term loosely because it is just a tree with ladies selling produce) usually sells, on a rotational basis, the following: tomatoes, onions, beans, cabbage, pumpkin leaves, sweet potatoes, bananas, and on a good day avocado.  Last week at the “market” the only produce to be found were tomatoes.  As I asked where the other women selling the other goods were the response was, “ In Kameme we have a relish problem.” Nsima is very filling but has little to no nutritional value, which means vitamin and mineral deficiencies are on the rise.  For the severely malnourished children food supplements are provided by the Health Center and all children under 5 are given Vitamin A shots.  Malnourishment makes common diarrhea a potentially life threatening condition, the solution is a new vaccine called the Rotavirus, which provides immunity against the leading cause of diarrhea, for children, in Malawi.  But these solutions, although necessary, only patch up a complex problem.  On a personal level I am only inconvenienced by Hunger Season because I can bike to the Boma and pay an increased amount for nutritious goods.  But the subsistence farmers have no choice but to wait it out.  Wait for the rains to come and hope that the next harvest is good. Storing food is a problem without canning, dehydration, and refrigeration; food security is food insecurity.   The solutions without macro development of large scale irrigation projects, canning factories, or country-wide electricity are reduced to the increase of kitchen gardens that can be watered year round (so long as the water table stays at a conducive level), food drying practices with proper food storage, and food diversification with nutrition education.  Change needs to be fostered by the people, which is difficult when farming practices here seem to be as age old as religion.

Hearing people bless the food before meals is evidence of the farm-to-table connection.  Asking not only for the hands that prepared the food be blessed but additionally that the land be blessed and replenished.  Grace is a good reminder to be conscientious of the mind, body, and land relationship and this Hunger Season I am very mindful of hunger and the dependency of that relationship.

Grace be with you and also with the hungry.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Breaking News in Kameme

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The Headmaster at the Primary School had to leave the village for training and entrusted the keys, to the school, with a teacher. It was later discovered that the keeper of the keys had allegedly left the door to the school purposefully unlocked. The keeper of the keys was in-cahoots with a thief who stole 20 bags of cement, which was to be used to construct a new classroom. The getaway vehicle of the perpetrator was an ox-cart (a very slow moving escape). On the outskirts of the village, heading towards the Tanzanian border, the thief was stopped by the Senior Chief of Kameme. When the Chief began to question him as to how he acquired so many bags of cement the man ran towards the border, in a full sprint, leaving behind his ox-cart, cement, and family. All the villagers want to know will this criminal return? He straight up fled to the border. Classic.

In other news…

I saw a birth and will have you know that I handed the nurse the forceps. But turns out there is much to take in while witnessing the miracle of life. I had to sit down. I wasn’t even the one involved and I thought I was going to either vomit or pass out. (Mom, this is why I can’t be a nurse like you.) This was my thought process throughout the event…wow, cool, gross, the human body can do that, weird, miraculous, I see the head, I think I might vomit, she is in pain, where are the forceps, find them, this is all you have to do, found them, close call, whoa, crazy, I need to sit down I might pass out, this is embarrassing, this is how life starts, it’s a boy! Phew, we all made it through this alive!


Things I could do without…
  • The excessive nose picking. Apparently Malawi didn’t get the memo that picking your nose is gross. Everyone does it here…without shame. In the same vein it isn’t uncommon for someone to use an object like a pen cap to go digging in his or her ears for something magical. I am not going to say that either of these events aren’t enticing but no shame…no shame.
  • Grown men calling me “Mommy” I think it is meant to be an endearing direct translation but it comes off more creepy than endearing
  • Hot Season is here...Hot!

Things I can’t get enough of…
  • My 8-year-old neighbor, who I hang out with a lot, came over completely covered in Ash and said “Sella, Azungu, Azungu, chimodzi modzi!!!” (Translation: Sarah, white person, white person, the same, the same) and started dancing. An eight-year-old boy does white face and it is adorable. If I were to do the same thing…racism.
  • The mom run is universal.

Things that are developing with work…
  • We are making plans in our community to dig a new rubbish pit, placenta pit (still gross), and a building project to house mother’s waiting to deliver since they must travel from other villages. As well as how to bring some technical training into the village like carpentry, tin-smithing, welding, tailoring, etc.  YES! Living here does feel like the computer game Sim City, sans technology.
  • Also, as many of you know I was involved in Camp GLOW, the girls empowerment camp put on by the Peace Corps and I was elected by my group to be the Program Coordinator. Which is a big responsibility and will require quite a bit of travel but I am excited to be part of something that has been so successful here in Malawi and will have a lasting effect to come.