Learning the Malawian way from Chester
Malawians have their own way of life and it’s not our place to judge....
Yesterday morning, on the road to Balaka, I noticed a lady carrying a huge bowl, on her head of course, piled up high with rice. I commented to Chester, our driver, that it was a disaster waiting to happen thinking that I’d only drop it and spend the remainder of the day picking up all those little grains.
Chester replied with a chuckle, “Mark, this Malawi….”.
“Enough said”, I thought.
It seems a common phrase here and one that we should learn to bide by ourselves more and more. Malawians have their own way of life and it’s not our place to judge. What they do deserve though is not to suffer. If we can help them out of poverty they can build on their own unique and quite beautiful culture.
Since then I have kept quiet when he put hot water on his cornflakes at breakfast and cut his toast up into triangles, stabbed them with a fork and dipped them into his coffee. I already know the chuckled reply I would get.
