Malawi

The thing I miss most about Malawi is the food. Sometimes I find myself craving tseema, cooked with greens and tomatoes, and washed down with orange-flavored Fanta. As I remember the food, I remember the faces of the people who made it, who shared their little with my much. I miss them.

I am actually leaving for Malawi come September 1 and will stay there for two years to work as a volunteer. While there, I will stay at Chitipa, a remote town in the northern region, close to the border of Tanzania and Zambia. The entries I’ve read so far are very encouraging. Hopefully, I will have the same wonderful experience as y’all lovely people!

I never knew there was a place like Malawi! The people are so friendly. The country is beautiful. There are many things to see in Malawi. I’ve been to Chipoka, a small town on the shore of Lake Malawi, and Blantyre, a larger city south of the capital city of Lilongwe. I would definitely go back if I could! It opened my eyes to the necessity of missionaries going to faraway places to tell people about the living God. Going to Malawi changed my life by showing me that I needed to make the most of my life, and spend it serving God.

I was born in Thyolo, and lived in malawi untill i was 6. then I moved to Zambia. All i can remember is my home, and two of my friends. we lived on a big farm, and had many of workers, who lived in the quarters we provided. I remember climbing trees, my beautiful Nanny, Gertrude, and being so happy.

malawians call themselves the warm heart of africa… and they’re really that… very warm, genuine happy people! :)

i loved the place… and i went to the pentecostal church – which was a wonderful experience worshipping with a bunch of really happy god’s people… i really wanna go back and visit that church and even the lake…