Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Tsalani Bwino Malawi

Goodbye is such a complex word. One word, seven letters, yet a multitude of possible meanings. Different for each person in each instance they use it, spoken or unspoken. It can be said in joy, sadness, relief, pain, hope, despair, hurt, gratitude, or spite. On June 2 I had to say goodbye to my Malawi family and my home of the past seven months. How on earth could I begin to encompass what this experience has meant to me? My goodbye came from a place of sadness, gratitude, and hope.

Sadness – for the end of one of the BEST years of my life.

Gratitude – for the privilege of having gotten to know and become a part of a new community, and for the memories that will go with me the rest of my life.

Hope – for what the future may hold and for the memories yet to be made, some of which will only be possible because of this experience.

As I sit here for my too-long layover in D.C., back on U.S. soil, my mind is wandering. How many goodbyes have been witnessed in airports? More than could be quantified for sure. It was with tears in my eyes and a blown kiss in the air that I flew away from Chileka airport in Blantyre onwards to Addis Ababa with parents in tow to spend a few days traveling there and seeing my dad’s childhood home before the long endeavor home.


The adventures and stories highlighting my time since my last blog post are too numerous to be sorted through and recorded right now, but to sum it up, there were unexpected journeys, sadly canceled adventures, new countries, missed flights, heartbreaking announcements, rain, sunshine, sandcastles, and a plethora of treasured moments and memories.


Dear Malamulo family and the extended community from Thyolo to Blantyre, to Mulanje and Zomba:
Thank you. As ones who see people come and go in abundance while you remain, thank you for opening your hearts and homes to me even knowing that my time would end after too short a time. For a girl going to Africa for the first time by herself, you took me as I was and showed me a home. A community. Love. To the kids that filled my days with so much adventure, knowledge, and above all – joy, I hope you never forget how amazing you are and how much you can accomplish if you believe in yourself and commit to working hard. I learned so much from each of you and had the privilege of seeing you grow. Shar and Ryan – I wouldn’t have been in Malawi if not for you. You took care of me from the start and gave me a reason to be there. Thank you for trusting me with your amazing boys and for making sure I was always taken care of, whether that meant bringing me along as part of the family or stocking my fridge with leftovers on the weekends you left. For the board games, cricket lessons, and the dance offs in the kitchen. My heart is full.
Now, reading back, it appears I am being incredibly mushy and probably somewhat boring. But it’s from the heart. And for all who shared their hearts with me, it is only fitting that I return the favor.
I can’t wait to see where our paths will cross in the future – be it in Malawi, the U.S., Australia or Timbuktu… I look forward to the encounters!
Zikomo kwambiri and Tsalani bwino, Malawi. Stay well.

P.S. If in the future you should come visit me and I happen to own 5 dogs – mostly black furred, don’t judge. You will know who to blame for influencing me. ;)

Friday, April 29, 2016

Souvenirs

“Here’s to the twilight, here’s to the memories, these are my souvenirs, my mental pictures of everything” - Switchfoot

It appears April has flown by and I am faced with May, the beginning of the end. As each day passes and each moment here becomes firmly lodged into my memory and my soul, I have to try harder and harder to focus on the present instead of jumping to the part where I have to leave this amazing place. When a big change looms, it’s hard to not dwell on it as if it has already arrived. I still have time though – limited as it may be. I have to appreciate each day for what it has to offer presently, not comparing it to how life will look in a little over a month. My journal says Live Every Moment on the front. That’s basically my motto right now. Live Every Moment.


Since writing last, we’ve said goodbye to most of the Crounse clan as Shallena and her two kids (soon to be joined by Jamie) flew to the U.S. for annual leave and to prepare for the soon-arrival of baby number three! It was a sad farewell for me since I will be gone when they return, but before she left we were able to have a baby shower for her at Huntington House. With personalized place cards (courtesy of Shar – my card proudly labeled “Baby SM Auntie”) we enjoyed good food, plenty of laughs, superb company, and of course – cake!!! If nothing else is certain, one thing is. That baby is going to be loved!!! I have it on my bucket list to meet it someday!


In line with goodbyes, we also said goodbye to the Priesters, a family from Blantyre that have spend their last five years here working at the hospital and raising a newborn. It’s always sad to say goodbye but it was inspiring to hear all the stories and great things said about them. I know I’ve appreciated their willingness to drive Mindy, Carla and I places so we can adventure even when it was completely out of their way! If goodbyes were easy… it would mean the ties weren’t very deep and didn’t mean much. Malamulo will miss the Priesters! Anyways, another party means another opportunity for a cake! The boys were enlisted for their decorative creativity and willing hands as we debated over a cake topper. In the end, I’d say we were all pretty pleased with the result!


It’s interesting seeing the seasons change here and how they differ from the seasons I grew up watching. When I got here it was the end of dry season so everything was brown and dry, and then we waited and waited for the rains which came late and not very well but even so, I saw the full season of fields being plowed and prepped, the rise of the maize everywhere, and now the fields have been harvested and the stalks chopped and burned. Alas, the fields have started to return to their bare state comparable to when I first arrived. The cycle is complete.

Perhaps one of the most exciting things that has happened for me in the last month is that I had the privilege of joining the Blanchards and Sandovals for a trip to Zambia to check out South Luangwa Game Reserve – what I had been led to believe was the best game park in Southern Africa. Let me tell you, it did not disappoint! We stayed in a rental house within the park since it was cheaper than the lodges and such typically stayed in. With passport trouble and car trouble to keep things interesting, the trip up was eventful but ultimately successful and we restlessly arrived after dark and after a quick dinner retreated to our designated rooms. The next morning welcomed us with baboons Everywhere and elephants sauntering down the road at the end of the driveway. Not a bad start! After the mechanic from nearby fixed the car that had problems, we made our way to the game park gate and after retrieving a map of the park, made our way in. That first day in the park provided a bounty of animals, most that we had seen before but not in such large quantities! Elephants, zebras, a few impalas (by a few I mean they were as plentiful as trees), giraffes, hippos, birds galore, and at the end of the day, to our delight, a pack of painted dogs (aka wild dogs) on the chase! After seeing so much of the same thing, the painted dogs provided a highlight to the first day! That evening back at the house a few of us started working on a puzzle with no example to follow and what we found out to be, many missing pieces. Even so, the driving force in me prevented me from finishing the trip without finishing as much of the puzzle as we could. Anyways, the next morning we were up at the crack of dawn (having learned our lesson that all the animals we had failed to see the day before are all able to be seen in the early morning) and by 6:05 we were at the park gate ready to see what had thus eluded us – lions and leopards. With word that the lions had been heard roaring, we raced through to where we suspected they might be, and lo and behold almost ran over one. Just kidding. But there WAS one in the road that alerted us to their presence, and wow. After so many failed attempts, we discovered finally that lions DO in fact exist! And they are magnificent! These three also turned out to be either full or lazy, because they ended up staying in the same spot all day sunning themselves and sleeping. They made a halfhearted chase of an impala while we watched but gave up pretty quickly. Still amazing to see though! To make the morning more exciting, the car I was in decided not to start! So as we sat maybe 20ft from these lions, we pondered what our options were as the side necessary to perform a jump was incidentally the side closest to the lions. Strangely enough… nobody was volunteering to leave the car to look under the hood! After sitting for a few more minutes, by some miracle, when we turned the key the car started up again. We definitely made a point of not stopping the car if we could help it from that point on! That day continued to be successful with hyena and more painted dog sightings, as well as the now “normal” animal sightings. That afternoon, though, we ambled back to the house to go on a tour guided “night drive” which would allow us to be in the park until 8pm instead of 6:30 AND we didn’t have to drive ourselves. The night drive was incredible. Before we started we prayed for – if nothing else – a leopard sighting. We saw a hyena saunter past not 5 ft away from the vehicle as it sought out the night’s prey. Other sightings were a lone hippo, those same lazy lions, mongoose, small catlike animals, and a chameleon (how the guide saw it on a branch in the dark is beyond me but the kids got to hold it and pass it around!) But seemingly no leopard. Until the very last road we took, which took us to a line of about 5 or 6 other tour trucks which all had their lights pointing on one glorious cat on a chase. Cool fact: leopards exist too! With excitement and contentment we headed back to the house having seen everything we came to see, and against such a beautiful landscape at that! The next morning we packed up, finished the puzzle (it was missing at least ¼ of the pieces, the two halves didn’t even have pieces that connected!) and headed out, still having car trouble, but we made it back. Happy and tired of sitting in a car, it was a successful trip and I am SO grateful to the Blanchards and Sandovals for letting me tag along on their trip! And also for providing Brody and Claudio as bodyguards. Even at 6am when I was still asleep. ;)

[Safari photos will be at the end of the blog due to my inability to narrow them down to a reasonable amount.]

I’m so impressed with the boys in school. They’ve done so well and we’ve learned so much together! It’s so rewarding to see tangible improvement and appreciation for learning! There are still days where I’m constantly having to refocus them on the task at hand because distractions are everywhere but it’s good to see them excited about things even if they aren’t related to schoolwork. It’s amazing how much and how quickly kids grow and mature. Even since I’ve been here and observed the changes in the kids as I’ve been here is eye-opening! I have a new appreciation for when parents say they blinked and their kids were grown up! I think I blinked one too many times while being here!


I’ve had the pleasure of meeting a ton of new medical residents since coming, and I’m continuing to meet new ones as they come through the guest house to fulfill their rotations at the hospital. I’ve met so many new personalities and learned so much about life as a surgical/OB-GYN/FP/Peds resident! I won’t lie – some of the stories are pretty terrifying about schedules and work and lack of sleep and such but I can tell these are the right people for the job because they all stuck with the program despite the challenges! Plus I like having them around because they make excellent travel companions too! Made a quick trip to the lake last weekend with three others from the guest house and met a resident from Lilongwe there who stayed with us. We swam and snorkeled and ate, and it was good. Of all the things I will miss here, though, the Makwasa road to get us back to Malamulo will NOT be one of them. Trying to find inner peace as your insides are lurched out of place is near impossible. But, here I am, alive and well. May is coming and with it, hopefully, fun new adventures. :)

Zambia pics!

This isn't an amazing picture but these two birds made me laugh because they just looked like they were two old friends gossiping the day away. :)

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Palibe Madzi!!!


“….the water is off again…”

This phrase no longer comes as a surprise when I hear it. It’s almost a bit of an inside joke… except you typically don’t hear much (any) laughter after it is uttered. Nothing like coming back from a run in the heat to find out that you can’t shower, or flush the toilet, or any other task requiring running water! Things I never thought about at home: when the college down the hill from you has 900+ students and is completely over-capacitated, all those students use water to take showers. The water flows downhill (thank you, physics) and thus leaves those of us UP the hill with empty faucets for hours (sometimes the majority of a day) on end. Oh the joys!

If you ever wondered what it was like to run through the Malamulo "jungle"...

School is going well! The boys are so much fun. Some days I feel like patience is a Latin word no longer present in my vocabulary or mindset but other days I just want to stop time and spend a few more hours watching them build and interact. If I had a picture of every lego/duplo/train track creation the boys have made… let’s just say I’d need a much bigger memory card! Also, the phrase “I hope you step on a lego” takes on a WHOLE new meaning here. When the creativity is flowing, step gingerly! Also, keep a close watch on what the dog might be chewing. The dog will survive, but the lego might not!


Had a really good Easter weekend, got to spend a few days in Blantyre with some good friends Sue and Dustin at their new place! We lounged, read, worked out (boot camp day 1!), rode bikes, ate, got harassed by a few drunk guys at market, enjoyed chatting with a few other sober guys sitting not far away, visited the bookstore (that was unfortunately closed for the weekend), and played ultimate Frisbee with some local expats! I had the new experience of riding on the back of a bike since we were one bike short. Not a method I would recommend for long distance taxi service, (ouch!), but effective for short distances! I don’t know how locals manage to go so far sitting on the bars over the back tire! (These bikes used to be carriers for the Royal Mail in the U.K, before being discontinued and shipped here. They’re in pretty good condition and have the added benefit of bars over the back tire that now often serve as a “seat.”) I have heard tale of even a woman in labor braving the road to Malamulo (can it even be called a road?) on the back of a bike. How that was accomplished is beyond me. Anyway, thankful for friends to visit and also thankful for the presence of Bombay Palace which provided excellent Indian cuisine… minus the appetizer that was a bit of a bust. Win some and lose some, right?


Harsh reality hit a bit when the Haytons returned from a weekend at the lake to discover that someone had poisoned a few of their dogs. (Someone threw food laced with poison over the fence so that the dogs would eat it.) I couldn’t believe it. They survived, thanks to Susan coming to feed the dogs and discovering them the day before and nursing them back to health. Why would someone try to poison dogs? Hard to say for certain, but a good guess is that big black dogs are a pretty good deterrent to theft. Especially here where general perception is that dogs kill. Still so thankful that the dogs are all ok, but it’s a sobering thought that things like that can happen at any time.

Speaking of Susan, she is an incredible lady. Taking her home yesterday she showed us her house that she’d built and WOW she is business savvy! She knew how to ration savings and look for cheaper but effective alternatives, and thus she was able to build a great house for much cheaper than many are able to. She didn’t even know we were coming and the place was impeccably tidy. I admire her work ethic and hope to see her go far in life! Enjoyed seeing the baby goats too, and the kids following us around were bashful but cute as ever! Every time I go to a village, though, I’m struck at how differently people live. It is so normal to see houses with dirt floors and thatch roofs, some with doors, some without. My perspective on things has certainly changed since coming here. I honestly don’t know exactly how much I have changed, and I suppose I may not find out till I am faced with life at home again, but I know I’ve changed. Hopefully for the better. It’s something to see life here and begin to understand it (I can only begin to understand, I know full understanding would take so much more time), but then wondering how to help. A thousand questions there.


Anyways, a short update but an update nonetheless. :) Here’s a few random snapshots that don’t have full stories with them:

Tried dragon fruit for the first time!

If you wonder what "Bend Over Boutique" looks like! (Didn't get that shirt.)

Enjoyed front row seats to the puppet show the boys put on :)

Brunch at the Blanchards - pancakes and potatoes and casserole!


Enjoyed a evening walk to the "spirit tree"!