My stolen sneakers

The story of the stolen sneakers.   It rained this morning but I was determined to go up the mountain to Bwalaylow to visit Edna (highly recommend a Facebook page search for Edna). I haven’t seen her since I finished the carport for her tricycle. I knew the way would be muddy and the short… Continue reading My stolen sneakers


A dream

The room is no bigger than a bedroom, brightly lit by one wall of windows. The wall is slightly curved to allow a full view of Lake Malawi and even further of to the east Mozambique (on a clear day). The first thing one would notice after the windows in this oddly shaped room, is… Continue reading A dream


When she was 7 she was hit by a car. The car took her leg mid thigh and caused significant damage to the other leg. She is 12 now. She has come several times to play, but it’s not culture here to ask about her suffering. Yesterday Gift told me that Deja burned her leg… Continue reading Deja