The minibus system: you’re never sure why things work the way they do, but the amazing thing is that they actually do work. … More Minibuses: The mayhem. The mystery. The marvel.
Crouched on the ground, dirt staining the tips of our fingers, our group of international and local Malawian volunteers plucked small green weeds from the tree nursery at the youth centre. As we worked, the conversation turned briefly to religion. “Sasha, do you believe in God?” one of the Malawian volunteers asked me without preamble. … More “Do you believe in God?”
One bright Saturday morning, Silly Azungu decides to brave the two-minibus trip to town to go to the bank. Her volunteer organization has requested she pay back funds lent to her when she arrived, and so, armed with the bank account information, she assumes this won’t be a difficult task. Dressed inappropriately (because of heat, … More Silly Azungu Goes to the Bank
I think about race a lot at home—how a person’s race affects their socioeconomic status in Canada, or how we as a society hold assumptions and beliefs about people based on the colour of their skin. I know it can be an uncomfortable topic, but racism is a real thing in Canada; in fact, I … More Azungu, Azungu: Being white in Malawi
Forget that you don’t much like nightclubs in your own culture and your own city, where you feel safe and comfortable. Walk with purpose into the dark club, where some people sit around tables in an open-air section and others dance on a compact stage by the bar. Make room for your group on the … More How to enjoy a Malawian nightclub
A few weeks ago, I was thrilled to receive a package in the mail from my favourite Texan, Kate, who I met while studying abroad in the Netherlands in 2012. It was the best kind of present: a book. In fact, a memoir about two girls from different countries who meet while travelling in Europe—The Good … More Why do we travel?