Well, it’s a little different from Ireland. Having
previously lived in Australia, I can categorically say that this is a whole
other ball game. In Oz, home comforts were available, cheese could be bought
and power outages were not a frequent occurance. It’s taking some adaptation,
ok a LOT, of adaptation, I shower with a bucket for Christ’s sake!
However the biggest issue I have is the concept of “Africa
time”.
In the developed world time is a linear thing. A project has
to be completed by a certain date, a number of things need to be done before
the project can be completed and so these things get done side by side to
ensure things finish on time. However here, time is circular, one aspect is not
started until the previous is finished. And if the project doesn’t get finished
on time, pepani! It’s extremely frustrating when you want to get something
done. For instance, I arrived on a holiday visa and was to apply for a temporary
employment permit when I arrived that the university would organise as I was
their employee. However it took nearly a month to get the forms that we had to
fill in, (a holiday visa is for 30 days), which necessitated a run to
immigration to extend my holiday visa. The simplest things involve at least
four visits to someone’s office. It is something I don’t think I will ever get
used to, “You are sitting there, why can you not stamp this form for me?”,
“Well you see the official stamper is out of his office, no we don’t know when
he’ll be back.”
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Home comforts. Now, I haven’t been away for long enough to
really start missing anything but I can picture myself in a few months having
some moments of home sickness moments! Now like any good Irish person, I
brought a freezer bag full of Lyon’s tea with me which I am carefully rationing
for evenings when nothing but a good mug of tea will do, however simple things
are what I know I will miss. Cheese on crackers, good chocolate, salt and
vinegar crisps, meanies, home made soda bread, Mammy Lawless’ rhubarb tarts,
buying a new top from Penney’s. These are things that give me a little pep in
my step and the things I will miss (apart from people obviously, I’m not
completely heartless).
Running water. As I write the water has been off for over 24
hours. Having spent the weekend at the lake, all I wanted to do when I got home
was have a warm shower. No such luck. I did however have my shower bucket full
and managed to have a cold shower this morning before work. Never did I think
that I would obsess about water so much but I currently have my ear strained to
hear the cistern of the toilet filling up so I can do my dishes!
Being able to buy simple things: hair ties, make up, a
magazine. These things are readily available in
Lilongwe but very rarely make the journey north!
But it’s not all bad. Seeing the veg that are available
makes me more aware of eating only in season. The veg is delicious. I’ve never
seen avocadoes as big or eaten tomatoes that taste as “tomato-ey”. Papayas here
are the size of your head. My veg tends to go off quite quickly which I suppose
is a testament to the lack of chemicals used.
I have a great circle of friends here. I can go to the Zoo
on my own and be guaranteed that there will be someone I have met once or twice
there to chat to. While the environment here is very different to home, I think
it causes stronger bonds. When you bitch and moan about the fact that there has
been no water for over 24 hours and how all you want is to wash your hair, or
when you’re dancing like mad as the only white people in the nightclub, it’s a
unique experience that you are sharing.
You really start to evaluate your life back home. People
here are so friendly and thankful for everything despite them being a resident
of one of the poorest countries in the world.They don't call Malawi "The Warm Heart of Africa" for nothing. It makes me question what I need
to be happy. As the saying goes “If you have a roof over your head, food in the
fridge, and money in the bank you are among the richest 95% of the world”. What
more could we want, if we are surrounded by people who we love and who love us
in return, why do we feel the constant need for stuff. Now, don’t get me wrong,
I’m not about to throw out all my personal belongings (sorry Deirdre, I’m not
giving up my wardrobe that easily), but it does make me wonder.
Now this post has got a little soppy but fear not people, I
will not return a hippy. They say travel changes you, who knows what changes
I’ll see in myself at the end of this year.