On Love and Polygamy: Lessons from Malawi
Morning finds me strolling along the dusty roadside, small fires grilling maize into crispy gold, dough bubbling in hot vats of oil…the village coming to life. I reach the little thatch covering where...
View ArticleFAT: Lessons from Malawi
My relative lack of appetite has become something of a joke in our tiny little Malawian village. When I first arrived, my host-mom Jureka seemed determined to feed me all she could. We cycled through...
View ArticleBREASTS: Lessons from Malawi
It’s time we talked about breasts. In Malawi, breasts enjoy a life on display. Plump and perky young breasts, wrinkly old sack breasts, breasts the size of cantaloupes, empty bag breasts that hang flat...
View ArticleOn Privilege: Lessons from Malawi
Two months have now passed since I moved 32 km from a rural Malawian village to my current home in Mangochi—a town distinguished by its district hospital, Anglican church, small (but thriving) expat...
View ArticleWitchcraft and Malaria: Lessons from Malawi
After living in a Malawian village for a year, I find myself in the doctor’s office just three days after my return home to California. My mother is worried I’ve brought home some kind of weird...
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