<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633</id><updated>2011-09-26T13:41:51.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyla in Malawi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-6589055776003022703</id><published>2007-08-28T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T18:44:37.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Canada</title><content type='html'>I've been back in Canada for about a week now.  Unpacked and recovered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day in Malawi I spent hanging out with the other EWB volunteers, reflecting all our different experiences.  There had been ups and downs, challenges and joys.  Some how I managed to get through the whole summer in great health.  But I spoke too soon.  The night before we flew out I fell ill.  Fever, chills, headache, body aches, and nausea; all symptoms of Malaria.  I started treatment right away and hoped I would get better before the flight.  The next morning I felt a lot better and boarded the plan for Johannesburg, South Africa.  But by the time I got there I was feeling pretty sick again.  All I wanted was to get home, so I got on the plane to London.  It was the worst nine hours of my life.  By the time I got to London I had a fever over 39 C and could barely walk.  My fellow EWBers were amazing at sorting everything out for me as I lay in the sick room at Heathrow airport.  I went to the nearest hospital and stayed the night in London to recover.  The next day I was well enough to get back on a plane thanks to the Malaria meds and rest.  I have never been so happy to come home.  I cried in relief as the plane landed in Toronto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-6589055776003022703?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/6589055776003022703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=6589055776003022703' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/6589055776003022703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/6589055776003022703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-in-canada.html' title='Back in Canada'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-6117812486760138889</id><published>2007-08-20T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T05:04:35.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RsmClard0bI/AAAAAAAAASc/vWrkk4DATiM/s1600-h/hitching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100751632302199218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RsmClard0bI/AAAAAAAAASc/vWrkk4DATiM/s320/hitching.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nkhotakota or BUST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RsmCAKrd0aI/AAAAAAAAASU/iBH_gHcCB7A/s1600-h/IMG_2457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100750992352072098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RsmCAKrd0aI/AAAAAAAAASU/iBH_gHcCB7A/s320/IMG_2457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Elius after dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rsl_eard0ZI/AAAAAAAAASM/YXUTiAyX2j8/s1600-h/mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100748213508231570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rsl_eard0ZI/AAAAAAAAASM/YXUTiAyX2j8/s320/mask.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing around with the grading mask at the Masinda Factory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rsl--qrd0YI/AAAAAAAAASE/5knlDgKE2jE/s1600-h/goat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100747668047384962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rsl--qrd0YI/AAAAAAAAASE/5knlDgKE2jE/s320/goat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest goat in the world, check out that mohawk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have left Katimba village where I was working at the Masinda Cassava Starch Factory. I spent some time working on the designs in Lilongwe and Mzuzu. I am now back in Lilongwe and fly out tomorrow. What a long strange journey its been.   I will add a couple more posts and pictures when I get back to Canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-6117812486760138889?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/6117812486760138889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=6117812486760138889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/6117812486760138889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/6117812486760138889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/08/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RsmClard0bI/AAAAAAAAASc/vWrkk4DATiM/s72-c/hitching.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-4544904027272549597</id><published>2007-08-20T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T04:44:59.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem from Amos</title><content type='html'>Farewell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you came here&lt;br /&gt;Stories you could hear&lt;br /&gt;Are of the programmes&lt;br /&gt;Implemented here&lt;br /&gt;And of the people&lt;br /&gt;Who were here&lt;br /&gt;Stories that brought joy&lt;br /&gt;And fear&lt;br /&gt;You nearly dropped a tear&lt;br /&gt;That was in May&lt;br /&gt;Long last you opened your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came June&lt;br /&gt;Together we have done evaluation&lt;br /&gt;Together we have crossed rivers&lt;br /&gt;Together we have inhaled dust&lt;br /&gt;Something we shan’t do together in August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the globe turned July&lt;br /&gt;Your months stay counted three&lt;br /&gt;You were as free&lt;br /&gt;As a bird in a tree&lt;br /&gt;This proved your unique&lt;br /&gt;Participation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon you are going back to Canada&lt;br /&gt;You shall not inhale dust again&lt;br /&gt;But hopefully,&lt;br /&gt;You will always remember Malawi&lt;br /&gt;The warm heart of Africa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-4544904027272549597?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/4544904027272549597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=4544904027272549597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/4544904027272549597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/4544904027272549597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/08/poem-from-amos.html' title='Poem from Amos'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-116727601174466211</id><published>2007-08-13T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T06:45:41.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildlife of Malawi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RsBf-1UZj4I/AAAAAAAAAR8/rH2GOCR-CGU/s1600-h/cockroach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098180311252569986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RsBf-1UZj4I/AAAAAAAAAR8/rH2GOCR-CGU/s320/cockroach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RsBfQVUZj3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/20nRaDFYHpA/s1600-h/lizard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098179512388652914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RsBfQVUZj3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/20nRaDFYHpA/s320/lizard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't seen any lions, hippos, or zebras here in Malawi, but I have seen lots of bugs and lizards.  These ones are not so bad, as they don't give you Malaria like the mosquitoes, or bite you like the fire ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098179276165451618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RsBfClUZj2I/AAAAAAAAARs/nbjvgk_7QOk/s320/grasshoper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RsBepVUZj0I/AAAAAAAAARc/PRMJhIpTFMM/s1600-h/bug2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098178842373754690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RsBepVUZj0I/AAAAAAAAARc/PRMJhIpTFMM/s320/bug2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-116727601174466211?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/116727601174466211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=116727601174466211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/116727601174466211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/116727601174466211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/08/wildlife-of-malawi.html' title='Wildlife of Malawi'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RsBf-1UZj4I/AAAAAAAAAR8/rH2GOCR-CGU/s72-c/cockroach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-2205838517160398839</id><published>2007-08-13T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T06:34:33.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance Kawiya</title><content type='html'>Age: 27&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Vice-assistant manager at the Masinda Starch Factory&lt;br /&gt;Family: Newly married and expecting his first child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chance was not only my co-worker at the Masinda Starch Factory, but I also lived with him and his wife Elius, in Katimba Village.  Chance is one of few people in the village that speaks English very well.  When I asked him way this was, he explained that he, unlike most people in the area, had completed secondary school.  Here are the answers to some questions I asked Chance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: For you, what are the three most import things in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Chance first listed: To have food, to have a good house, the have gardens, a good family, and then to be God fearing.  When I asked him to rank these he indentified God as number one, followed by family, then having food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: For you, what are the best things about Malawi? &lt;br /&gt;A: Good education, many rivers, lagoons, and hot springs, small villages, farming, and a lake near by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are the worst things about Malawi?&lt;br /&gt;A: Poverty and corruption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the most difficult aspect of poverty?&lt;br /&gt;A: The lack of employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are the some of the biggest differences between urban and rural lives in Malawi?&lt;br /&gt;A: Finding money in the villages is much more difficult.  There are more jobs in the city.  You can always find work, even if it is just temp work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked what were some the advantages of living in the rural area, he couldn’t think of any at that time.  There must be some, or people would not live there, but  I found it interesting that he could not think of any, even though he has always lived in a rural environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What role do you think people from the West should play in Malawi?  In what way can they have the most positive impact?&lt;br /&gt;A: To bring jobs to Malawi by starting businesses and factories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When talking to Chance there was a definite theme job security being a huge importance to him and development in Malawi in general.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-2205838517160398839?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/2205838517160398839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=2205838517160398839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/2205838517160398839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/2205838517160398839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/08/chance-kawiya.html' title='Chance Kawiya'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-6583872103943907593</id><published>2007-08-03T05:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T06:10:33.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Day in Masinda</title><content type='html'>Monday was my first full day in Masinda. The day started at 5am as the sky was just starting to change from night to day. The bike taxi arrived at 5:30am to transport me and my luggage to the cassava starch plant. We got off to a bumpy start as the weight of me and my pack on the back of the bike raised the front off of the ground. So, an extra bike had to be hired; one for me, and one for my bag. It was my first trip on a bike taxi, and it was pretty fun, even though we wiped out once going down a sandy hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrMo31UZjxI/AAAAAAAAARE/IEWqy4Ck81s/s1600-h/house2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094460543156719378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrMo31UZjxI/AAAAAAAAARE/IEWqy4Ck81s/s320/house2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the morning at the plant gathering information and trying to think of possible solutions for the wastewater issue. At lunch I got to see my new home for the first time. I am staying in a fairly typical rural Malawian household. There are four houses clustered together. Everyone is related in someway, so it is really one big family. I am staying with a newly married couple, Chance and Elius. I have a 7’x7’ room to myself which consists of a wire to hang clothes on and a reed mat to sleep on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrMpEVUZjyI/AAAAAAAAARM/Li5HKFUwVYA/s1600-h/new+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094460757905084194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrMpEVUZjyI/AAAAAAAAARM/Li5HKFUwVYA/s320/new+bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night I was there the moon was so bright you could read by it. Signing and clapping could be heard in the distance. I was told it was to announce the up coming circumcision ceremony. The women in my compound formed a circle and started dancing and singing songs of their own. They laughed, but welcomed me as I joined in. The voices in the distance got closer, and a group of about 20 boys emerged from the bushes into the clearing of the compound. They formed a line and we one opposite to them. The dance party began with everyone clapping and singing song after song. A group of women and girls arrived and joined our side. In twos or threes dancers from one side dance across and pick a partner to come out and dance, then return to their place.  I was having so much fun; despite having a bad headache. I figured I was either dehydrated or getting Malaria; both very realistic possibilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-6583872103943907593?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/6583872103943907593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=6583872103943907593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/6583872103943907593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/6583872103943907593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-first-day-in-masinda.html' title='My First Day in Masinda'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrMo31UZjxI/AAAAAAAAARE/IEWqy4Ck81s/s72-c/house2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-6318588618466266012</id><published>2007-08-03T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T05:53:04.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Starch Factory and Wastewater Project</title><content type='html'>This post is mainly intended for my chapter back in Guelph, but also for anyone else who is interested in more of the technical aspects of my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrMhClUZjrI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/RVAu4wPRi9Y/s1600-h/plant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094451931747290802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrMhClUZjrI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/RVAu4wPRi9Y/s320/plant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Masinda Starch plant is a small scale processing plant located in a fairly isolated rural area. Cassava is collected by ox-cart from the surrounding farmers and transported to the plant. It is then weighed, washed, and grated. After it has been grated into a thick pulp like substance, water is added and the starch is separated from the fibers by sieving. The water starch solution then passes through a sedimentation channel. After the channel is drained there remains a layer of starch at the bottom which is removed and dried. Once it is dry, it is milled and packaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click on image to see full size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrMh_FUZjsI/AAAAAAAAAQY/257gB3TFYQU/s1600-h/process.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094452971129376450" style="WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px" height="295" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrMh_FUZjsI/AAAAAAAAAQY/257gB3TFYQU/s320/process.JPG" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The main issue with the wastewater, which contains mainly water and starch, is its high BOD (biological oxygen demand). If the water is directly discharged to the near by river, the decomposition of the organic matter (starch) will use up the oxygen in the water killing aquatic life. Another major issue is that the current wastewater system was designed for production rates of two tons of fresh cassava per day and the plant is currently running at about 8 tones of fresh cassava per day. What further aggravates the situation is that the currently system is also heavily clogged with solids. Oh, it also smells pretty bad from the fermination going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrMgHFUZjqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/4h5rok7WwvA/s1600-h/flooding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094450909545074338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrMgHFUZjqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/4h5rok7WwvA/s320/flooding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a temporary solution we have begun to build a berm 15m from the river to contain the overflow. The water flow through 15m of soil should adequately clean the infiltrated wastewater before it enters the stream. We have also directed overflowing pits to a large recently dug dirt pit (see picture above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting with one of the people from IITA who was involved with designing the original system, the preliminary long term solution that we came up with was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Develop a maintenance plan for regularly cleaning out the system, including composting pits for waste organic matter&lt;br /&gt;2. Use screens to prevent larger debris from entering and clogging the system&lt;br /&gt;3. Add power made from the Moringa tree into the large pits to act as a coagulant (enabling more solids to be removed)&lt;br /&gt;4. Add limestone powder to smaller pits to neutralize the acidity of the water&lt;br /&gt;5. Direct water to adjacent cassava field after smaller pits&lt;br /&gt;6. Direct overflow from cassava field to a low lying vegetated areaThis vegetated area can also be enhanced with plantings of water purifying and absorbing plants. A berm should also be created downstream of the vegetated area to prevent potential contamination of hand dug well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Click on image to see full size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrMjtlUZjtI/AAAAAAAAAQg/KRSoSxuyguw/s1600-h/plan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094454869504921298" style="WIDTH: 470px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px" height="258" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrMjtlUZjtI/AAAAAAAAAQg/KRSoSxuyguw/s320/plan.bmp" width="382" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in Lilongwe researching the details of this plan. The other thing I wanted to look into was the viability of using the biogas created from the settling pit. Any comments, questions or suggestions are welcome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-6318588618466266012?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/6318588618466266012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=6318588618466266012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/6318588618466266012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/6318588618466266012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/08/starch-factory-and-wastewater-project.html' title='The Starch Factory and Wastewater Project'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrMhClUZjrI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/RVAu4wPRi9Y/s72-c/plant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-8669635147886791785</id><published>2007-08-02T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:30:15.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Nkhata Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrH4FVUZjpI/AAAAAAAAAQA/pncyDRSDaDg/s1600-h/window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094125424038481554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrH4FVUZjpI/AAAAAAAAAQA/pncyDRSDaDg/s320/window.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the window of the bamboo hut I was staying in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrH34FUZjoI/AAAAAAAAAP4/tlV2gDarhwg/s1600-h/Preston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094125196405214850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrH34FUZjoI/AAAAAAAAAP4/tlV2gDarhwg/s320/Preston.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston (an other EWB volunteer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrH3D1UZjmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ujuqz5PgjaA/s1600-h/canoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094124298757049954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrH3D1UZjmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ujuqz5PgjaA/s320/canoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooden fishing canoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrH3j1UZjnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/phO7YiNipOY/s1600-h/Nkata+Bay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094124848512863858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrH3j1UZjnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/phO7YiNipOY/s320/Nkata+Bay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;view of the Bay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-8669635147886791785?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/8669635147886791785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=8669635147886791785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/8669635147886791785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/8669635147886791785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/08/pictures-from-nkhata-bay.html' title='Pictures from Nkhata Bay'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrH4FVUZjpI/AAAAAAAAAQA/pncyDRSDaDg/s72-c/window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-7355478989899342660</id><published>2007-07-28T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T06:13:51.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Placement Change</title><content type='html'>I wrote the following on Wednesday July 25th:&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened over the last couple days. On Sunday I met with Danny; a long term EWB volunteer, and decided to move Nkhotakota to work with him on cassava processing project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at BERDO has been a great learning experience. I had the opportunity to see first hand how a local NGO is able to have positive impact on rural Malian communities. There was; however, no defined work for myself. That was further complicated by the fact that BERDO currently has no major donor to support their projects. July 31st is the final day of the two year project funded by Oxfam. Oxfam has funded a number of BERDO’s projects over the years; however, they have decided to focus funding on the southern region of Malawi and BERDO is considered part of the Central Region. One thing you learn from an experience like this is the development sector is very complicated and sometimes quite political. As of July 31st, the BERDO staff will be divided between those who can afford to become volunteers, and those who will need to look for work else where. It is really disappointing to see such a great organization be put in this position. BERDO, however, will not be beat by this. There are a number of members that will continue to work for the communities even without pay. The communities understand the position BERDO is in and will continue to participate in programs and try and seek funding from other sources. Finally, BERDO has a number of their income generating activities, including a maize mill and number of farms, to help keep some things going until they can find more funding. Their dream is to one day be completely self-sufficient, so that they do not have to rely on donors; very ambitious for any development organization. We were warned before we came here that we might be upset by some of the people that work in development organizations. For a lot of people it just a good job and the beneficiaries are second to their own ambitions. I have talked to other volunteers who have experienced this, but for me it was just the opposite. So in some ways it was sad to leave BERDO, but where I can greater impact is on the project in Nkhotakota, and so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrMptFUZjzI/AAAAAAAAARU/thwZCH6vFbU/s1600-h/me+and+mr+Zulu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094461457984753458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrMptFUZjzI/AAAAAAAAARU/thwZCH6vFbU/s320/me+and+mr+Zulu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my last day in Bwanje; hard to know if I will ever be back there again. It was a really nice day. I came into work to take part in the morning devotion one last time. We start off every day with singing hymns and prayer. Even though I am not religious I really enjoy the singing, even when I don’t know what I am actually saying. I said goodbye to all my co-workers. I then went to the secondary school and found my Chichewa teacher Agnes. We walked around town together then spent some time at her house. Her sisters showed me how to pound maize. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrH1ilUZjlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5GeNk1gVD30/s1600-h/pounding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094122628014771794" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" height="265" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrH1ilUZjlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5GeNk1gVD30/s320/pounding.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the evening I gave my family some good bye gifts and hung out with Godfred, Lison, Francis, Gifty and Gifty’s sister. The thing they liked the best was this little safety light that flashes. I then got out my camera and we took a ton of photos all over the and outside the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrHxp1UZjiI/AAAAAAAAAPI/J9RU8DT5vc0/s1600-h/IMG_2196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094118354522312226" style="CURSOR: hand" height="188" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrHxp1UZjiI/AAAAAAAAAPI/J9RU8DT5vc0/s320/IMG_2196.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrHx8FUZjjI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Ynvkp9sR6j0/s1600-h/IMG_2208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094118668054924850" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="165" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrHx8FUZjjI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Ynvkp9sR6j0/s320/IMG_2208.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner was also pretty special. Instead of nsima, we had chips AND rice, with cabbage and egg relish. I left early (6:30am) on Wednesday morning. The dogs, Bruce and Tiger, accompanied me half way to the mini bus pick up. By noon I was in Nkhotakota. Now on to what I will be doing here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The project that Danny is working on here is all about cassava. Cassava is a potato like crop; I will have a lot more to write about it in a couple weeks. It is mainly used as a staple crop for human consumption, however, the starch can also be removed to be used in manufacturing. The project is a small processing plant in the Nkhotakota area, to test if this is a viable option for the area and Malawi. There are many areas within this project that need to be dealt with. One of these is dealing with the left over water from processing. The water has a high organic matter concentration, which means if it is directly dumped in a water system it will consume too much oxygen and damage the environment for aquatic life. The other issue is that cassava contains small amounts of cyanide, which will also be in the wastewater. They currently have a system in place to deal with the wastewater, but it is currently being run over capacity. The plant also wants to double production, which means more wastewater to deal with. My goal over the next few weeks is analysis the current system, investigate alternatives, suggest a solution, and possibly over see construction of the design. I am really excited about this project as it is directly related to my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I will be heading up to Nkhata Bay. I am meeting Preston, another EWB volunteer, who is working on a very similar project for a coffee processing plant. I am hoping to get some ideas and research matterial, as well as advice for a voiding set backs. I start work at the plant on Monday, where I will be working the line to get familiar with the operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other exciting thing is that I get to live with a whole new family and see how their life differs from the family I have been living with so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-7355478989899342660?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/7355478989899342660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=7355478989899342660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/7355478989899342660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/7355478989899342660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/07/placement-change.html' title='Placement Change'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RrMptFUZjzI/AAAAAAAAARU/thwZCH6vFbU/s72-c/me+and+mr+Zulu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-2232699210100024240</id><published>2007-07-28T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T05:16:27.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Top 10 Things I’ve learned Living in Malawi</title><content type='html'>10. When you need to pick your nose, feel free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The speed limit doesn’t mean much when there is no speedometer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Your hands are for eating with not for carrying things with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Chickens make better bus passengers than babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  High-fives are awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  It’s football not soccer, a pear not an avocado, and it’s maize not corn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  There is a way to convert plastic bags and old tires into food, its called a goat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Deep frying makes anything edible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   A bike’s capacity is 1 man, 1 woman, 2 children, a stack of fire wood and 10 chickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the number one thing I have learned living in Malawi, is what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you haven’t eaten nsima, you haven’t eaten&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-2232699210100024240?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/2232699210100024240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=2232699210100024240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/2232699210100024240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/2232699210100024240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/07/top-10-things-ive-learned-living-in.html' title='The Top 10 Things I’ve learned Living in Malawi'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-460371058610663545</id><published>2007-07-28T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T05:14:14.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on Integration</title><content type='html'>Integration is a tricky thing. It is a constant challenge to know how to act and realize what the impacts of those actions are. On one hand you want to build trust and show your host community that you are genuinely interesting in learning about their lives by participating in them. On the other you are not a Malawian and never will be. You have your own life and culture which you don’t want to give up or pretend does not exist. You could simply say, “Just do what Malawians do”; but which Malawians. Do I act like the beneficiaries of the projects I work on, which are usually the poorest? Do I act like the people in the family I live with? Do I act like my co-works? Do I act like white Malawians? Do I act how a Malawian would with the resources I have? These can all be very different. Even the fact people treat me differently prevents me from being “like everyone else”. It is very hard to know why someone is acting a certain way towards you. Is this reaction because I am a westerner, a woman, a young person, a visitor, a traveler? For example, today on the mini bus they encouraged me to take the front seat (which is so much more comfortable than any other). Is that because I am a westerner or because I was a young woman traveling by alone, looking lost and tire? There are a lot of times when it makes sense to reject such privileges, as it just emphases that you are different and should be treated as such. I have ridden the mini bus many times and never been offered the front seat, normally I am crammed in the back with everyone else, chickens, goats and all. I took the front seat this time, mainly to see what it was like. It was a much better ride, but I did feel like I was being put in a different class then the other passengers and was totally disconnected to what was happening behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of integrating is also forming relationships with people around you, but this can sometimes be very challenging. Malawians pride themselves in being very friendly people; which is true, but often people that “target” you to be their “friend” have some alternative motives. It makes you hesitant to interact with people, and eventually your first thought about everyone one who comes up to you is “what does this person want from me?” Earlier today I was talking to a few Malawians staying at the same rest house. They were playing bao, and I ended up playing a couple games with them. Later I got a knock on my door. One of the men asked if he could know more about me. I asked him why he wanted to know more about me. He told me he wanted to be friends and then went on to explain that he wanted to know if I could help him get to Canada. Other times right after someone introduces themselves to you they ask me for money or to buy something from them. The worst is not knowing if someone really is your friend, or just acting that way. I have had a couple experiences where I thought I was developing a friendship, but then they started hinting or asking out right for things. This creates for me a very lonely situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-460371058610663545?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/460371058610663545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=460371058610663545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/460371058610663545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/460371058610663545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/07/reflections-on-integration.html' title='Reflections on Integration'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-2252912027858165720</id><published>2007-07-22T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T01:59:16.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RqMb5VUZjgI/AAAAAAAAAO4/VzSeWgEU0H8/s1600-h/IMG_2095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089942675647991298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RqMb5VUZjgI/AAAAAAAAAO4/VzSeWgEU0H8/s320/IMG_2095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mural on the side of a building in Lilongwe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RqMbsFUZjfI/AAAAAAAAAOw/eovHw2KbjdM/s1600-h/dancers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089942448014724594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RqMbsFUZjfI/AAAAAAAAAOw/eovHw2KbjdM/s320/dancers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultural festival with students preforming traditional dances from different African countries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RqMbT1UZjeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/erLS2lD63xs/s1600-h/art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089942031402896866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RqMbT1UZjeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/erLS2lD63xs/s320/art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common style of Malawian art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-2252912027858165720?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/2252912027858165720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=2252912027858165720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/2252912027858165720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/2252912027858165720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/07/art.html' title='Art'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RqMb5VUZjgI/AAAAAAAAAO4/VzSeWgEU0H8/s72-c/IMG_2095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-8979439351539469883</id><published>2007-07-21T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T02:01:09.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denis visits Bwanje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RqMV_lUZjdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vSi2FTS3Ft0/s1600-h/IMG_2023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089936185952406994" style="CURSOR: hand" height="183" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RqMV_lUZjdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vSi2FTS3Ft0/s320/IMG_2023.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and fellow EWB volunteer, Denis, came and visited me in Bwanje last weekend. He asked me how he would find me when he arrived on the minibus. I told him it would be no problem, just ask where Kyla is to anyone you see and they will point you in the right direction. As soon as he got off the bus in Bwanje and man on a motor bike came up to him and asked if he was Kyla’s friend. He then gave him a ride to my house; one nice thing about living in a small town. We took a walk to the town centre where there are some stalls and tea rooms. We had tea in one the tea rooms which was my first time to do that here. We both got big cups of milky super sweet tea. In Malawi they fill the cup about a quarter to a third full of sugar for their tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RqJGSFUZjcI/AAAAAAAAAOY/PCo1TuKsCb8/s1600-h/IMG_2022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089707805361409474" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="217" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RqJGSFUZjcI/AAAAAAAAAOY/PCo1TuKsCb8/s320/IMG_2022.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with my friend Amos and walked all over Bwanje stopping off at most of my co-workers houses. The next day we tired to cook some mandasis for breakfast. Mandasis are basically balls of dough fried in oil; pretty much a Malawian donut. The only problem was we didn’t really know how to do it so we just guessed at how much of each ingredient to put in. We ended up with “dough” that was more like yeasty plaster of Paris. We tried cooking and eating it anyway, but it was really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the care package from my family had recently arrived (only took six weeks to get here) and contained two boxes of Kraft Dinner! We cooked up a box of KD over the three stone fire and ate it right out of the pot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-8979439351539469883?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/8979439351539469883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=8979439351539469883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/8979439351539469883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/8979439351539469883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/07/denis-visits-bwanje.html' title='Denis visits Bwanje'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RqMV_lUZjdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vSi2FTS3Ft0/s72-c/IMG_2023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-7392525254350488710</id><published>2007-07-20T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T02:23:49.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift Ziwoya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RqB-xYoPc_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cPlKSX-Fv8g/s1600-h/Gifty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089206965818586098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RqB-xYoPc_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cPlKSX-Fv8g/s320/Gifty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age:&lt;/strong&gt; 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Occupation:&lt;/strong&gt; Student in second year of secondary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family Status:&lt;/strong&gt; Single, lives with his mother, father, 4 sisters and 1 brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifty (as everyone calls him) is one of my best friends in Bwanje. We often walk to and from school/work together and play bow or go to football games on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was born in Bwanje, after his parents came from Lilongwe in search of land. His family works as subsistence farmers growing one crop; maize. They grow enough maize to feed the family of 8 the whole year. Gifty’s school fees are paid by his uncle who works in Blantyre. It is common for people living in the urban centres send money to relatives in rural areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of school Gifty takes part in a youth group that teaches people about HIV/AIDS and how to protect themselves. He also enjoys watching football and eating nsima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifty values education highly and sees it as a way out of poverty for him, as well as the country as a whole. When asked what he would like to see change in Bwanje, he replied that he would like to see more people educated. Education came up again when I asked what he considered a “good life”. To him a good life consists of being educated and being able to look after his parents. He also sees promoting education and transferring knowledge as the best way people in the West can assist Malawi. Gifty’s dream is to attend post secondary education to study medicine and become a doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-7392525254350488710?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/7392525254350488710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=7392525254350488710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/7392525254350488710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/7392525254350488710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/07/gift-ziwoya.html' title='Gift Ziwoya'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RqB-xYoPc_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cPlKSX-Fv8g/s72-c/Gifty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-9205474402494390841</id><published>2007-07-20T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T02:17:28.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malawian Proverbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kuyimba ng’oma sikuswa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally: Beating a drum is not to break it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tsache latsopano limasesa bwino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally: A new broom sweeps well&lt;br /&gt;Meaning: A new person can bring new good ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mutu umodzi susenza denga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Literally: A single head does not carry a roof&lt;br /&gt;Meaning: you can’t solve problems alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ukakhala mwana, mphanje umayambira pamehenga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Literally: As a child you begin to hoe the garden on sandy soil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chibwenzi sangula ndi chipanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Literally: Don’t buy beers to have friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Angakhala fisi ali ndi bwazi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Literally: Even the hyena has a friend, his friend is the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Meaning: Every cloud has a silver lining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ulendo wadya galu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally: The dog has eaten the journey&lt;br /&gt;Meaning: The journey was a failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Waponda phwetekere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally: He has stepped on the tomato&lt;br /&gt;Meaning: he has impregnated a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Njovu ziwiri zikamamenyana ndi udzu omwe umavutike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally: When two elephants fight it is the grass that is in trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mbuzi ikakondwa, amalonda ali pafupi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally: The happier the goat the nearer the buyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ukakwera pamsana pa njovu usati pansi palibe mame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Literally: When you are on the back of an elephant, do not pretend there is no dew on the grass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-9205474402494390841?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/9205474402494390841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=9205474402494390841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/9205474402494390841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/9205474402494390841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/07/malawian-proverbs.html' title='Malawian Proverbs'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-373190705342575212</id><published>2007-07-10T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T06:03:26.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RpOAu-3GOyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/LOZaUwk6Zxs/s1600-h/monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085549948867853090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RpOAu-3GOyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/LOZaUwk6Zxs/s320/monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey! first bit of wildlife I've seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RpOAJO3GOxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/649ClM1QxZQ/s1600-h/me+on+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085549300327791378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RpOAJO3GOxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/649ClM1QxZQ/s320/me+on+bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on a brige in Lilongwe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RpN_r-3GOwI/AAAAAAAAANs/t6PhpiAwqEY/s1600-h/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085548797816617730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RpN_r-3GOwI/AAAAAAAAANs/t6PhpiAwqEY/s320/couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amos' (my coworker) engagement party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RpN-qO3GOvI/AAAAAAAAANk/QhmSVMg7FIs/s1600-h/womenwalking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085547668240218866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RpN-qO3GOvI/AAAAAAAAANk/QhmSVMg7FIs/s320/womenwalking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women carring water and child in Bwanje&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-373190705342575212?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/373190705342575212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=373190705342575212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/373190705342575212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/373190705342575212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/07/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RpOAu-3GOyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/LOZaUwk6Zxs/s72-c/monkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-5780890337799371024</id><published>2007-07-10T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T06:08:29.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultural Context of Engineering</title><content type='html'>Some people reading this blog might be asking themselves, "where is all the engineering in this Engineers Without Borders volunteer placement?". I've found what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EWB&lt;/span&gt; focuses on is not the technical engineering skills, but thinking critically about the cultural context in which designs are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;implemented&lt;/span&gt;. What becomes very clear from living here is that things do not work the same as in Canada and the assumptions we can make in the west do not always apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some Challenges to doing Engineering work here include:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything takes longer than you think it will&lt;br /&gt;Communication issues are huge&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to get spare parts&lt;br /&gt;Lack of infrastructure&lt;br /&gt;Lack of reliable energy supply&lt;br /&gt;Lack of materials&lt;br /&gt;Lack of resources for research&lt;br /&gt;Heavy rains prevent building at certain times and wash out structures&lt;br /&gt;Inadequate waste disposal facilities and practices&lt;br /&gt;Low literacy rates&lt;br /&gt;Lack of computers and people with computer training&lt;br /&gt;Some things are more expensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some good questions to ask when designing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;technology&lt;/span&gt; or system include:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know this design will improve people’s quality of life?&lt;br /&gt;Who has identified the needs of the design?&lt;br /&gt;How will the design be used?&lt;br /&gt;Who will use it (women, children, elderly, men, farmers, individuals, communities)?&lt;br /&gt;Who will have ownership over it?&lt;br /&gt;What resources are required to run it or maintain it?&lt;br /&gt;Are those resources locally available?&lt;br /&gt;Can the people afford to run and maintain it?&lt;br /&gt;Does it cause environmental degradation (soil erosion, deforestation, air pollution, habitat destruction, water pollution, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;How will byproducts be disposed of?&lt;br /&gt;How will equipment be transported?&lt;br /&gt;Has the whole cycle of the process being modified been examined?&lt;br /&gt;What is the root cause(s) of the problem?&lt;br /&gt;How do I get information?&lt;br /&gt;What do the words being used mean to me? What do they mean for the other people involved?&lt;br /&gt;What skills and knowledge are widely known?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Designs that tend to be most successful:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rely only on local resources (both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;material&lt;/span&gt; and human) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are as simple as possible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Appropriate to the culture and livelihoods of users&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are based on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fulfilling&lt;/span&gt; a basic need&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cost effective&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Produce little or no waste&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not require electricity or fossil fuels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extremely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;durable&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can be transported by bike&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Require little training for use and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The projects &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;EWB&lt;/span&gt; volunteers work on often involve little technical engineering skills, however, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;analytical&lt;/span&gt; thinking and problem solving skills that are learned through engineering are often helpful in providing feedback for local organisations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-5780890337799371024?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/5780890337799371024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=5780890337799371024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/5780890337799371024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/5780890337799371024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/07/some-people-reading-this-blog-might-be.html' title='Cultural Context of Engineering'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-7167355928367555423</id><published>2007-07-10T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T06:13:07.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RpNwF-3GOrI/AAAAAAAAANA/i65udI79V2Q/s1600-h/bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085531652307172018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RpNwF-3GOrI/AAAAAAAAANA/i65udI79V2Q/s320/bar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bar at the Wheelhouse on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Senga&lt;/span&gt; Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got back from the mid place retreat. I was great to see everyone, most of which I hadn't had any contact with over the past two months. It was also my first time to see Lake Malawi. We worked on finding solutions to challenges we are facing and creating action plans for the remainder of our time here. My main challenge with work is finding a way to shift my focus from learning to adding value at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BERDO&lt;/span&gt;. The retreat helped me come up with three project ideas to present to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BERDO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RpNwwe3GOuI/AAAAAAAAANY/QSkthFRQH4I/s1600-h/working.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085532382451612386" style="CURSOR: hand" height="190" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RpNwwe3GOuI/AAAAAAAAANY/QSkthFRQH4I/s320/working.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creating visual summaries of our placements &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a chance to take a break and have some fun. Swimming in the lake, playing beach volleyball, hanging outwith friends, and other amusements (see picture below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RpNwmO3GOtI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BzU2OnyOrJo/s1600-h/tightpants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085532206357953234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RpNwmO3GOtI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BzU2OnyOrJo/s320/tightpants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul wearing Anne's pants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also a great time to reflect on my experience here and do some big picture thinking. One question that comes up a lot for me is "What role should I play in human &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;development&lt;/span&gt;?" I think I am starting see the world as much more of a global system and that "human development" is not something that is isolated to "developing" countries. A large part of the change I would like to see needs to happen in the West. Thinking about the global system, it is the unsustainable lifestyles of the west that appears to be the biggest challenge. I am not sure where I will work in the future, but I know it will be focused on the same over all goal of creating a global system that promotes sustainable quality of life for all people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RpNwWO3GOsI/AAAAAAAAANI/wU1EuYgU0V8/s1600-h/grouppic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085531931480046274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RpNwWO3GOsI/AAAAAAAAANI/wU1EuYgU0V8/s320/grouppic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group picture of all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JFs&lt;/span&gt; in Malawi and the long term volunteers in Malawi and Zambia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-7167355928367555423?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/7167355928367555423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=7167355928367555423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/7167355928367555423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/7167355928367555423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/07/bar-at-wheelhouse-on-senga-bay-i-just.html' title='Retreat'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RpNwF-3GOrI/AAAAAAAAANA/i65udI79V2Q/s72-c/bar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-5315087066279539511</id><published>2007-07-03T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T06:06:05.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isolation</title><content type='html'>I have been asked what I have found the most challenging about my experience here in Malawi. The thing that I have found the hardest is feeling isolated. This isolation is due to not only being disconnected to the world outside of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bwanje&lt;/span&gt;, but also being culturally isolated from people with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bwanje&lt;/span&gt;. For the first time in my life I am visible and cultural minority. I cannot just blend into a crowd and be treated the same as everyone else. It often feels like I am wearing character custom everywhere I go. Most people find me amusing, some small children are terrified, and I am expected to smile and wave at everyone. But you can never take the custom off and just be like everyone else. Though, this has gotten better since I have gotten to know people in the community. At least most people call out “Hey Kyla”, instead of “Hey white person” now.&lt;br /&gt;This experience has helped me become aware of just how important culture is. It is isolating and frustrating sometimes to not have anyone around who shares your culture. No one that communicates the way you do, that understands the cultural references you make, or shares similar cultural values. Because I am the minority, I am the one is doing things oddly, if not completely wrong. I feel like I always have to defend my ideas and values. It’s communication that is the hardest. I have to speak slow simple English to get my point across, and sometimes feel like it is difficult to develop deep relationships based on that. Even if the actual words are understood, they may still have a different meaning for each person.&lt;br /&gt;Over all people share more similarities than differences and there is always common ground that can be found, but all the same you are always aware that you are different and you are an outsider. This has given me a greater appreciation for what people immigrating to a new country must go through. How worse it must be to also not feel welcomed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-5315087066279539511?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/5315087066279539511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=5315087066279539511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/5315087066279539511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/5315087066279539511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-been-asked-what-i-have-found.html' title='Isolation'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-8897985756007647560</id><published>2007-06-23T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:15:32.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender Equality Programs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BERDO&lt;/span&gt; has found that development projects are much more successful when they include the participation of both men and women in the community. Gender inequality is major issue in rural Malawi. Often the women are over burdened with work, and are not involved in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;finical&lt;/span&gt; decisions. Harvest time is particularly bad, as the men get a relatively large amount of cash that is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;spent in the best interests of whole household. Money is wasted on beer, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;, entertainment, extra material relationships, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;frivolous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;purchases&lt;/span&gt;. In order to curb these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;behaviours&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BERDO&lt;/span&gt; runs education sessions on gender equality practices. One thing they have found that works well is having community debates on gender issues. One thing they asked me to do was make some posters showing gender inequality. From what I have seen of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BERDO's&lt;/span&gt; programs there are more women than men participating. I am not quite sure why this is, but it is something to question, as having little male participation is also not desirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn17t0q3AnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/VsuGxhBkFbk/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079351981906526834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn17t0q3AnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/VsuGxhBkFbk/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me drawing the below poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn17i0q3AmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Pcuaje4MxZQ/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079351792927965794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn17i0q3AmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Pcuaje4MxZQ/s320/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-8897985756007647560?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/8897985756007647560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=8897985756007647560' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/8897985756007647560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/8897985756007647560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/06/gender-equality-programs.html' title='Gender Equality Programs'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn17t0q3AnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/VsuGxhBkFbk/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-6016127602758634507</id><published>2007-06-23T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T12:58:02.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amos Chandilanga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Age: 26&lt;br /&gt;Family status: Lives alone, but will be married in September&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Extension worker for BERDO, specializing in gender equality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn17C0q3AlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-7zzRCuNGu8/s1600-h/Amos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079351243172151890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn17C0q3AlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-7zzRCuNGu8/s320/Amos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rich people with poor heads are going to school, while poor people with rich heads rot in the villages”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amos is frustrated. He is intelligent, skilled, and knowledgeable, yet he struggles to get by. He places a huge importance on education. He is frustrated because although he is good at his job he does not have the papers of higher education, which would allow him to get a better job. “I am happy to see the changes in the community, and I am good at what I do, but I work very hard and only get a peanut in return” he tells me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amos’s father died when he was in his first year of secondary school. From then on he was in school only when his sister; who was supporting him and 3 siblings, had enough money left over for school fees. After secondary school he worked for an organization doing agricultural work. He learned many skills; however they refused to give him any qualifications out of fear of him leaving them for another organization. He then worked for an organization which tried to get girls to stay in school. After that project ended, he had to look for a new job. He ended up working for BERDO and specializing in gender equality practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Amos is really passionate about is writing. He writes essays, poems, short stories, and plays. There was a time when he would write and act plays to make a little money to get by on. One day a friend came to him and told him about a writing contest which provided a scholarship for first prize. His friend told him he would help him if he showed him some of his work. Amos put together a large collection of his writing and gave it to his friend. Some time went by and Amos asked his friend what the results of the contest had been. His friend told him he had not heard. Amos later found out that his work had won first prize, but his “friend” had entered it under his own name and claimed the scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to say how he feels about his future. He is currently working his way through a certificate in rural development to try and enhances his skills and qualification, but he still feels very stuck in his environment. He has recently become engaged and will be starting a family of his own. He says “maybe God will have something for me in the future.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-6016127602758634507?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/6016127602758634507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=6016127602758634507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/6016127602758634507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/6016127602758634507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/06/amos-chandilanga.html' title='Amos Chandilanga'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn17C0q3AlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-7zzRCuNGu8/s72-c/Amos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-2643991080288965447</id><published>2007-06-23T12:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:23:41.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn11G0q3AkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FcGLnn3Vq-k/s1600-h/nsima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079344714821861954" style="CURSOR: hand" height="199" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn11G0q3AkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FcGLnn3Vq-k/s320/nsima.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nsime&lt;/span&gt; is the staple food in Malawi. It is made by boiling corn flower until it becomes a thick portage (similar to cream of wheat, only cream of corn). Then more flour is added and it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stirred&lt;/span&gt; until it becomes a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;solid&lt;/span&gt;. It is scooped out into balls as seen above. It is very filling. When I first came to Malawi I could only eat 1 lump. I now eat 3. I often find it is hard to feel full on other foods now. This is something that is eaten for both lunch and dinner pretty much everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn1zO0q3AeI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6NF4u9YL8nc/s1600-h/breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079342653237559778" style="CURSOR: hand" height="119" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn1zO0q3AeI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6NF4u9YL8nc/s320/breakfast.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above picture is my breakfast. On the plat is portage made of maize. I also put in milk powder to add &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nutrients&lt;/span&gt;. It is common to put lots of sugar on top. I also have tea and bananas every morning. People here put a ton of sugar in their tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn108kq3AjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9NV_LJyDGWo/s1600-h/sweetbeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079344538728202802" style="CURSOR: hand" height="221" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn108kq3AjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9NV_LJyDGWo/s320/sweetbeer.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Another thing that is made from pounded maize is sweet beer picture above). They basically just soak it in water for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;period&lt;/span&gt; of time.  It has a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;unusual&lt;/span&gt; taste that is kind of sour. The texture is a bit hard to get used. Other volunteers have said the after taste is a bit like vomit. Even though I don't like it that much, it is not that bad. Like most things it is better with lots of sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn10mkq3AiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZReKEyvbxFU/s1600-h/relish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079344160771080738" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="257" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn10mkq3AiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZReKEyvbxFU/s320/relish.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nsima&lt;/span&gt; on its own doesn't have much of a favour and people never eat it on its own. It is served with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;relish&lt;/span&gt;, which refers to any dish served with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nsima&lt;/span&gt;. Above is a picture of a relish made of rape, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/span&gt; and peanut flour. You break off a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nsima&lt;/span&gt; with your hand (only the right hand), roll it into a ball and make an indentation with your thumb. That then becomes your spoon for the relish. Below is a fish relish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn1zcUq3AfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BPgUY_3eLkA/s1600-h/fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079342885165793778" style="CURSOR: hand" height="176" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn1zcUq3AfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BPgUY_3eLkA/s320/fish.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn1zoEq3AgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VklxNNYmg98/s1600-h/chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079343087029256706" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="254" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn1zoEq3AgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VklxNNYmg98/s320/chicken.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Chicken is also quite common in my household. Above is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; of Martha preparing two chicken's over a fire. For the first time I watched the slaughtering of an animal, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lison&lt;/span&gt; cut the throats of those chickens, which I later ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn1z2kq3AhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/2Ou9lkvAQQI/s1600-h/baubaufruit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079343336137359890" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="166" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn1z2kq3AhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/2Ou9lkvAQQI/s320/baubaufruit.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The picture above is Baobab Tree fruit. The outside is really hard, almost like a coconut. Inside there are these chalky chunks you suck on or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dissolve&lt;/span&gt; in water. In the middle of the white chunks is a black seed which you spit out. It is an odd taste that is hard to describe, but it is slightly sour. It is eaten as a snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-2643991080288965447?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/2643991080288965447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=2643991080288965447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/2643991080288965447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/2643991080288965447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/06/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rn11G0q3AkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FcGLnn3Vq-k/s72-c/nsima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-1033587285820962059</id><published>2007-06-23T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T12:23:05.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter in Chichewa</title><content type='html'>Wawa!&lt;br /&gt;Dzina langa ndine Kyla Firby, ndi ndinachokela ku Canada.  Ndili ndi zaka 23, ndi ndine ophunzira.  Ndidabwera ku Malawi mwezi wathawu.  Ndilikuphunzila kuyankhula ndi kulemba Chichewa.  Ndimagwira ntchito ku EWB Canada, ndi BERDO ku Malawi.  Ndi makhala ku Bwanje kwa Mr. ndi Mrs. Shara.  Ndi maphunzila kuphika nsima, kusesa nymuba, kuchapa chovala, ndi kudzuka m’mamawa.  Ndimadya chimanga, mtedza, kabichi, nthochi, mbatata, maungu, lepu, mbuzi, mazira, nkhuku, ndi nsomba.  Ndidapita ku Blantyre sabata latha.  Ndidzapita ku Lilongwe sabata lamawa.  Ndikufuna kuona EWB mnzanga ku Lilongwe.  Ndidzapita ndi abwenzi ku Peace Corps.  Akukhala ku Sharpavale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ndilikusowa inunonse.&lt;br /&gt;Ndidzawaona mu Ogasiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyla Firby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalani omasuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;My name is Kyla Firby, and I come from Canada.  I am 23 years old and I am a student.  I came to Malawi last month.  I am learning to speak and write Chichewa.  I work for EWB Canada and BERDO in Malawi.  I live with Mr. and Mrs. Shara.  I have learned to cook nsima, sweep the house, wash my clothes, and get up early in the morning.  I eat maize, groundnuts (peanuts), cabbage, bananas, sweet potatoes, pumpkin, rape, goat, eggs, chicken, and fish.  I went to Blantyre last week.  I will go to Lilongwe next week.  I want to see my EWB friends in Lilongwe.  I am going to go with my friend from Peace Corps.  He is living in Sharpavale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;I will see you in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyla Firby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-1033587285820962059?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/1033587285820962059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=1033587285820962059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/1033587285820962059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/1033587285820962059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/06/letter-in-chichewa.html' title='Letter in Chichewa'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-6615093689334047310</id><published>2007-06-09T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T07:34:58.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BERDO's activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RmqzOkq3ALI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7Dnez8RBE8k/s1600-h/treedemo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RmqzOkq3ALI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7Dnez8RBE8k/s320/treedemo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074064993129267378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are a examples of some of the activities &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BERDO&lt;/span&gt; does within the Agriculture and Natural Resource Management department.  Above is Mr. Zulu giving instruction to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BERDO&lt;/span&gt; member about growing Blue Gum trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RmqzBEq3AKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/yFRpPOWrwhk/s1600-h/nursery2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RmqzBEq3AKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/yFRpPOWrwhk/s320/nursery2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074064761201033378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above picture is of Mr. Zulu and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BERDO's&lt;/span&gt; fruit tree grafting specialist.  They are inspecting the new seedlings for mango trees.  One of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BERDO's&lt;/span&gt; main activity is helping communities establish tree nurseries.   Over 3 million trees have been planted through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BERDO's&lt;/span&gt; projects. A single  community nursery can raise 10,000 seedlings a year.  Fruit trees are especially good as they provide the community with a source of income that might have other wise come from chopping down the tree for firewood and charcoal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rmqyz0q3AJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/muJOc4zBk-o/s1600-h/goatpen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rmqyz0q3AJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/muJOc4zBk-o/s320/goatpen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074064533567766674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revolving livestock loans are another of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BERDO's&lt;/span&gt; activities.  The animals provide households with food and income.  The picture is showing the pen that must be constructed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; a goat loan.  The pen is actually on stilts above the ground to keep it cleaner.  Once the animals breed the loan is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;repaid&lt;/span&gt; in offspring, which are then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;transferred&lt;/span&gt; to another household.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BERDO&lt;/span&gt; does these type of programs with goats, pigs, and guinea fowl.  One challenge to the animal loans is sometimes people will hide offspring or report that the animals died, so they do not have to repay the loan.  Over all it seems to be successful program.  We visited one women who received a pig loan seven years ago and is still successful raising pigs on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RmqypUq3AII/AAAAAAAAAFo/8fPP-sPDqjo/s1600-h/compost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RmqypUq3AII/AAAAAAAAAFo/8fPP-sPDqjo/s320/compost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074064353179140226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compost making is a popular activities that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;BERDO&lt;/span&gt; trains village members in.  There has been a lot of positive feed back from communities that they feel confident in making compost and have noticed the difference it makes in their field.  The picture about is a group of people from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sharpvale&lt;/span&gt; who have just participated in a demonstration of how to make compost.  The brown mound in front of them is the compost heap.  It is made by layering plant refuse, livestock droppings, and ash, soaked in water and covering in mud (to prevent damage by animals).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RmqyXkq3AHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PPJsUZGPXH4/s1600-h/cornsheller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RmqyXkq3AHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PPJsUZGPXH4/s320/cornsheller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074064048236462194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;BERDO&lt;/span&gt; sometimes holds demonstrations for communities in regards to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; technologies in agriculture and food processing.  The above picture is on a device that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;separates&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;maize&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;kernel&lt;/span&gt; from the cob; a job that is often done by hand.  It was designed by a Malawian engineer and constructed of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;materials&lt;/span&gt; found locally.  It was fun to see the old women get really excited about it and show off how fast they could turn the handle.  Other technologies that were demonstrated that day was a peanut sheller made of wood, a device for mixing chemicals into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;maize&lt;/span&gt; for storage, an press to make oil from nuts, and an oven.  All these technologies were constructed locally, made to last, run on human power, and focused on the needs of the people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-6615093689334047310?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/6615093689334047310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=6615093689334047310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/6615093689334047310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/6615093689334047310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/06/berdos-activities.html' title='BERDO&apos;s activities'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RmqzOkq3ALI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7Dnez8RBE8k/s72-c/treedemo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-2420959278310643193</id><published>2007-06-09T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T06:19:58.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RpOG_O3GOzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Ji-iemOVWX4/s1600-h/office+clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085556825110494002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RpOG_O3GOzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Ji-iemOVWX4/s320/office+clothes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very typical of what I wear to the office - dress shirt and long skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RmqxbEq3AGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8T12nmNnqXs/s1600-h/redoutfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074063008854376546" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RmqxbEq3AGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8T12nmNnqXs/s320/redoutfit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really nice traditional outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rmqwq0q3AFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/21wpI8PUrjA/s1600-h/Marthasuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074062179925688402" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rmqwq0q3AFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/21wpI8PUrjA/s320/Marthasuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Martha in what she would wear if she was going out or visiting relatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rmqwb0q3AEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JDxIcyBZyvc/s1600-h/blueoutfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074061922227650626" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rmqwb0q3AEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JDxIcyBZyvc/s320/blueoutfit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fairly traditional outfit that I wear around the house or at the office, though most people in an office environment wear more western style clothes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-2420959278310643193?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/2420959278310643193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=2420959278310643193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/2420959278310643193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/2420959278310643193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/06/dress.html' title='Dress'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RpOG_O3GOzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Ji-iemOVWX4/s72-c/office+clothes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-3809778336631528903</id><published>2007-06-09T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T06:51:09.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on Poverty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I think the aspects of poverty that stands out the most here is vulnerability and lack of choice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is harvest season so people don’t seem in destitute, but there is this sense of insecurity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some people will run out of food before the next harvest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So many people are just getting by.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What if there is a drought, or pest problem, or market prices crash?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are no government safety nets, there is no savings, and the likelihood is that friends and family will be in the same situation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So many things could go wrong that could send a household into a desperate state.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A bad harvest is not a matter of less profit or going bankrupt, it is a matter of not being able to feed and clothe your family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    The one advantage to poverty in the rural area is that at least there are not as great of inequalities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are definitely people who are better off than others, but most people are of the relatively the same social status.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The main images of wealth come from western influence, mainly in the form of media and products.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Such a disservice we do the world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The other characteristic of poverty that strikes me is the lack of choices people have available to them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many people want to continue education after primary school, but can’t afford to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are few jobs available, even for those with some education.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is hard to take the risk of doing things differently if you are just getting by.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am hesitant to ask young people what they want to do when they are older, because I know it is not really a matter of what they “want”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So many people tell me they want to go to Canada; the land of opportunity, but the chance of them raising the funds to leave Malawi is slim.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve also been asked how easy it is to sneak into Canada and work illegally.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Living here makes me view my life and the western lifestyle in a new light.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can travel anywhere in the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I want to eat a chocolate bar I can just go buy it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can choice what school to go to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can get a job fairly easily.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can go to the doctors when I get sick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The worries I have seem so insignificant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have security and choice, two things that everyone should have.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-3809778336631528903?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/3809778336631528903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=3809778336631528903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/3809778336631528903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/3809778336631528903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/06/reflections-on-poverty.html' title='Reflections on Poverty'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-4221356512552839657</id><published>2007-06-09T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T06:46:13.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recreational Activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rmqu40q3ADI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gEsIgzrOsCU/s1600-h/game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rmqu40q3ADI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gEsIgzrOsCU/s320/game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074060221420601394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Board game carved into the roots of a tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RmqujEq3ACI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Y6R_SMyiUjE/s1600-h/football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RmqujEq3ACI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Y6R_SMyiUjE/s320/football.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074059847758446626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football match in Bwanje&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-4221356512552839657?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/4221356512552839657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=4221356512552839657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/4221356512552839657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/4221356512552839657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/06/recreational-activities.html' title='Recreational Activities'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rmqu40q3ADI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gEsIgzrOsCU/s72-c/game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-3642990930629768070</id><published>2007-06-09T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T06:42:23.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIV/AIDS</title><content type='html'>One of the departments of BERDO works in HIV/AIDS.  The HIV/AIDS rate in Malawi is one of the highest in the world.  Not only does the disease itself reduce a person’s quality of life, but it also prevents them from fully participating in development activities.  BERDO provides voluntary testing and counseling, training in Home Based Care, training in establishing herb and vegetable gardens for the sick, agricultural assistance, and assistance to AIDS orphans.  The office has its own testing equipment, which it also brings to villages that are to far to access it.  &lt;br /&gt; I went through the counseling and testing to get a better understanding of the process.  First someone talks to you about what the testing is about and asks why you want to get tested.  They then prick your finger and draw out a small amount of blood with a thin tube.  The blood is placed on two different HIV tests.  They look a bit like pregnancy tests.  One line and you are negative, two lines and you are positive.  I was not that worried about being positive for the HIV virus before, but sitting and waiting the ten minuets it takes for the results to show is a little nerve racking.  Before you know the result they ask you what you will do if you are positive.  It is a scary thought.  You think of how your life would change.  Everything you wanted to do in life jeopardized.  Oh please let there only be one line.  Indeed after 10min. only one line appeared and I was told I was negative.  Sigh of relief.  &lt;br /&gt; Unfortunately, this is not the result that about 40% of the people visiting the testing centre get.  Another hardship of the disease is the stigma that is attached to it.  The people with AIDS are sometimes accused of being sexual deviants or drug users.  Probably so people can feel as if it couldn’t happen to them.  There is also a lot of anger for those that find out they are infected.  A co-worker of mine told me how they had questioned a person who had found out they are positive about what they would do now that they knew.  He replied that he would try and infect as many other people as he could.  There is fear about dying alone and anger that might not be directed anyone in particular.  Some people also see it as if they are already inflected they don’t need to be careful any more, and so engage in unprotected sex despite the other person’s status.  BERDO works with communities to try and eliminate the myths and stigmas, as well as provide education on how to protect them selves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-3642990930629768070?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/3642990930629768070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=3642990930629768070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/3642990930629768070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/3642990930629768070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/06/hivaids.html' title='HIV/AIDS'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-6557787617332975274</id><published>2007-05-26T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T09:42:50.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RlhilVUHgcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1qad8FnP5IU/s1600-h/meandsister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068909774121697730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RlhilVUHgcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1qad8FnP5IU/s320/meandsister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sister Martha.  She is the same age as me, and lives with the family to help with the daily chores and running the maize mill.  We have a good time hanging, despite the fact that I do not speak much Chichewa and she does not speak much English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RlhiQ1UHgbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/y69DNiD_gk0/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068909421934379442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RlhiQ1UHgbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/y69DNiD_gk0/s320/sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunset near my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RlhiDFUHgaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YwO4NC0PdBM/s1600-h/grainmillgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068909185711178146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RlhiDFUHgaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YwO4NC0PdBM/s320/grainmillgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl in the window of a maize mill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-6557787617332975274?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/6557787617332975274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=6557787617332975274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/6557787617332975274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/6557787617332975274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/05/me-and-my-sister-martha.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RlhilVUHgcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1qad8FnP5IU/s72-c/meandsister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-3366517428092010313</id><published>2007-05-26T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T09:35:07.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A note on Communication</title><content type='html'>Communication here is very difficult.  The nearest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; is 50km from my house, and phone network is limited.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apologise&lt;/span&gt; if I take longer than normal to reply to emails, but please feel free to email me with questions or comments anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-3366517428092010313?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/3366517428092010313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=3366517428092010313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/3366517428092010313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/3366517428092010313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/05/note-on-communication.html' title='A note on Communication'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-4243772095957691217</id><published>2007-05-26T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T09:31:04.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mawira and Mrs.Malawi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RlhglFUHgZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_kBZ5fvymCU/s1600-h/mrsmalawi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068907570803474834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RlhglFUHgZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_kBZ5fvymCU/s320/mrsmalawi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mrs. Malawi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RlhgS1UHgYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tXHnxSiIaZE/s1600-h/zulu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068907257270862210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RlhgS1UHgYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tXHnxSiIaZE/s320/zulu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr. Zulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday May 23rd I made a visit to the village of Mawira with Mr. Zulu. Mr. Zulu works in the Agriculture and Natural Resource Management department of BERDO and was also born and raised in Mawira. He has had the opportunity to see the changes the village has undergone over the past 50 years. He showed me the house where his family grew up. He showed his grandfather’s grave which was near the house. He explained that the reason it was not in the grave yard was because he was a chief and it was a special honor to be buried in the community. He also told me how his grandfather had had another wife and family in another town. I asked why they were so far. He explained that it was a way to secure more land, so that other people could not settle there. Polygamy is not common today in the area, and I asked him why this was. He said that men could not afford to have more than one wife, there is not enough resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We continued toward the escarpment and walked though the school grounds. Children were having classes outside, sitting under the shade of big trees. We walked up a steep hill where Mr. Zulu pointed out a stream after which the village was named. The spring was feed by a spring a little farther until the hill and into the forest. It was the first real forest I had seen since I got here. The word "Mawira" means to boil, which is what the water coming out of the spring looked like. Mr. Zulu explained that though these trees are not legally protected (one of the causes of deforestation in the area), no one would cut these trees, because they know without them the spring would dry up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had planned to have a meeting with the village about the evaluation of the BERDO’s project, but there was a problem in communication and the village was not aware of the meeting. Where the meeting was to take place, women from six villages had gathered to have their young children weighed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We returned the next day to have the village meeting. Mrs. Malawi was one of the women at the meeting. She shared with us her story as a case study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Namachenja Malawi&lt;br /&gt;Previously Namachenja Malawi’s husband had problems finding wood for poles. Now they are able to build the homestead completely from their own trees. She is also able to sell the extra trees to others in the community. With the money she has been able to buy a number of tentenges. She is planning to use extra income to invest in goats, and inputs for her summer crops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-4243772095957691217?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/4243772095957691217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=4243772095957691217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/4243772095957691217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/4243772095957691217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/05/mawira-and-mrsmalawi.html' title='Mawira and Mrs.Malawi'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RlhglFUHgZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_kBZ5fvymCU/s72-c/mrsmalawi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-7524570947236114803</id><published>2007-05-26T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T09:24:52.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RlhfMlUHgWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NKeejwBDSxQ/s1600-h/nursery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068906050385052002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RlhfMlUHgWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NKeejwBDSxQ/s320/nursery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BERDO'S tree nursery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RlheXlUHgVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dA57Xt_nlZ8/s1600-h/cornsheller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068905139851985234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RlheXlUHgVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dA57Xt_nlZ8/s320/cornsheller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Community presentation of argo-processing equipment. The cernals of maize are being removed from the cob. This is a very labour intensive activity when it is done by hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-7524570947236114803?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/7524570947236114803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=7524570947236114803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/7524570947236114803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/7524570947236114803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/05/berdos-tree-nursery-community.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RlhfMlUHgWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NKeejwBDSxQ/s72-c/nursery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-4280819328513937996</id><published>2007-05-26T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T09:19:19.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>The past two weeks that I have been working with BERDO I have been involved in an evaluation of a two year project that was funded by Oxfam. The projected covered a wide range of rural development programs including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agriculture&lt;br /&gt;- providing inputs&lt;br /&gt;- loans&lt;br /&gt;- livestock loans&lt;br /&gt;- training for planting techniques&lt;br /&gt;- access to markets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural Resource Management&lt;br /&gt;- forest management&lt;br /&gt;- collecting seeds&lt;br /&gt;- planting trees&lt;br /&gt;- plantings to prevent soil erosion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIV/AIDS&lt;br /&gt;- education&lt;br /&gt;- testing&lt;br /&gt;- counseling&lt;br /&gt;- Home Based Care&lt;br /&gt;- Drugs and training to take care of sick&lt;br /&gt;- Vegetable and herb gardens&lt;br /&gt;- Assistance for orphans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender and Education&lt;br /&gt;- education on gender equality practices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main activities of the past two weeks was going to villages where these programs were implemented and assessing their impact through a community meeting. It is exciting to be involved in work where the impact is clearly visible. Every village I have been to has indicated that the programs have made significant improvements to their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is unfortunate that Oxfam will no longer be providing funding BERDO, but they will continue has many services as they can. The organization has a number of its own income generating activities, such as the growing and selling of maize, vegetables, and tobacco. Also, because the project put an emphasis on sustainability the villages feel they will be able to continue many of the practices they have learned through the project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-4280819328513937996?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/4280819328513937996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=4280819328513937996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/4280819328513937996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/4280819328513937996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/05/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-6847552178090947901</id><published>2007-05-19T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T04:18:58.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rk7b_VUHgUI/AAAAAAAAADw/o_nKZZZPXRU/s1600-h/IMG_1340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066228511938150722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rk7b_VUHgUI/AAAAAAAAADw/o_nKZZZPXRU/s200/IMG_1340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the back of my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rk7aO1UHgTI/AAAAAAAAADo/SeaoHqbUc78/s1600-h/IMG_1333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066226579202867506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rk7aO1UHgTI/AAAAAAAAADo/SeaoHqbUc78/s200/IMG_1333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my neice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-6847552178090947901?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/6847552178090947901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=6847552178090947901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/6847552178090947901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/6847552178090947901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-of-my-house-my-neice.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rk7b_VUHgUI/AAAAAAAAADw/o_nKZZZPXRU/s72-c/IMG_1340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-96811071967859677</id><published>2007-05-19T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T04:01:37.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week</title><content type='html'>It has been a busy exciting week.  On Tuesday May 9th I took my first steps in Africa.  One week later I have a family in rural central Malawi, and a job with a local development organization.  I am just starting to develop a daily routine.  I get up between 5:30am and 6:30am, go for a run, bath, eat breakfast, and walk to work for 7:30am.  I walk home for lunch, and finish work at 4pm.  The sun goes down at about 5:30am.  After which it is very dark, as there is not much electricity in the area.  I go to bed between 8:30pm and 9:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 8 people in the household including myself.  There is my host mother who is a retired teacher and my host father who is a retired police officer.  I have 4 brothers and 1 sister, as well as a nice from Lilongwe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The household is quite self-sufficient.  Almost all the food we eat is grown on their land.  They growth millet, maize, bananas, pumpkins, green peppers, tomatoes, rape, turnip, papaya, limes, and mangos.  They also raise chickens, goats, and cattle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feed very well.  My host family says they want to send me home fat.  For breakfast I have eggs with a green pepper and tomato, fried potatoes, bread, fruit, and fresh milk with Milo. For lunch and dinner you have a starch, which is either nsima, fried potatoes, or rice, a meat (chicken, eggs, fish, or beef), and vegetables (cabbage, rape, carrots, tomatoes, green pepper).  To drink, there is water, tea, pop, or milk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-96811071967859677?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/96811071967859677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=96811071967859677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/96811071967859677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/96811071967859677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-week.html' title='First Week'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-8904337938422283923</id><published>2007-05-19T03:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T03:14:45.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Couple Days</title><content type='html'>So far…&lt;br /&gt;After only two and half days in Malawi we have danced and sang with a community choir, eaten nsime on the floor, ridden in a minibus, Ross got hit by a car (nicked by the side mirror) and Preston fell in a sewer (deep ditches on the sides of the road).  We have bartered in the markets, seen ten live chickens transported hanging upside down on the handles of a bike, washed our clothes by hand, drank the local beer, and started to learn Chichewa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-8904337938422283923?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/8904337938422283923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=8904337938422283923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/8904337938422283923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/8904337938422283923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-couple-days.html' title='First Couple Days'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-546580821501187114</id><published>2007-05-19T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T03:12:25.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arriving in Malawi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rk7NV1UHgQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6Cj8Pz2tu-E/s1600-h/IMG_1292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066212405810790658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rk7NV1UHgQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6Cj8Pz2tu-E/s320/IMG_1292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muli Bwanji?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first thing you say to anyone in Malawi. It translates to “how are you”, and is the standard greeting. The past few days in Malawi have been amazing. I am definitely in the honey moon stage of travel; the period of time where everything is new and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very long trip here, flying over 3 continents, an ocean, and a sea. I left Toronto Sunday night and arrived in Malawi on Tuesday morning. I was excited to collect my baggage get to the hostel. My bag, however, decided stay a little longer in South Africa. This was something no one seemed too surprised about. It really wasn’t a big deal; the worst of it was wearing the same clothes for almost five days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-546580821501187114?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/546580821501187114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=546580821501187114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/546580821501187114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/546580821501187114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/05/arriving-in-malawi.html' title='Arriving in Malawi'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rk7NV1UHgQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6Cj8Pz2tu-E/s72-c/IMG_1292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-6476785438361946559</id><published>2007-05-06T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T15:37:59.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take off</title><content type='html'>After five months of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preparation&lt;/span&gt; the departure day has finally arrived.  This past week has been such a learning and growing experience for me.  I've been forced to think about a lot of important development related issues and question my personal and cultural values and assumptions.  I have made some amazing friends, which I will be sad to part with once we have arrived in Malawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bags are packed and we are ready to start on our journey.  We first fly to London, England over night, have a ten hour lay over, then continue to Johannesburg, South Africa, where we board the final plane to Lilongwe, Malawi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-6476785438361946559?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/6476785438361946559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=6476785438361946559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/6476785438361946559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/6476785438361946559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/05/take-off.html' title='Take off'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-6455734545397141935</id><published>2007-05-04T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T05:26:09.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos from Pre-departure training</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RjsltsyZNnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Kg7igXAv8T0/s1600-h/IMG_1189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RjsltsyZNnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Kg7igXAv8T0/s320/IMG_1189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060680073327752818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Study break - handstands on UofT campus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RjskPMyZNmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OjjJeeOYAB0/s1600-h/IMG_1185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RjskPMyZNmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OjjJeeOYAB0/s320/IMG_1185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060678449830114914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training - Drawing our self portrait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rjsjz8yZNlI/AAAAAAAAACs/PGD3lnbDOXQ/s1600-h/IMG_1171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/Rjsjz8yZNlI/AAAAAAAAACs/PGD3lnbDOXQ/s320/IMG_1171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060677981678679634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night in the house, where all 27 of us live for training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RjsimsyZNiI/AAAAAAAAACU/BHIJ0LHptdc/s1600-h/IMG_1193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RjsimsyZNiI/AAAAAAAAACU/BHIJ0LHptdc/s320/IMG_1193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060676654533785122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning walk to training sessions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-6455734545397141935?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/6455734545397141935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=6455734545397141935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/6455734545397141935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/6455734545397141935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/05/photos-from-pre-departure-training.html' title='Photos from Pre-departure training'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5nGjGHBXwc/RjsltsyZNnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Kg7igXAv8T0/s72-c/IMG_1189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-6860259535316017646</id><published>2007-04-29T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T15:19:14.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Q&amp;A</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The following are some questions I have been asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where is Malawi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malawi is in south east  Africa.  It borders with  Tanzania, Mozambique, and Zambia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where in Malawi will you be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be working in a small town called Bwanje.  It is hard to find on many maps (you wont find it on google maps).  The closest city is Nitcheu, which is about 30km south west of Bwanje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will you have electricity or running water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I will not have either of these things were I am living, though some JFs will.  The town has a hand pump at the school for water, and the organisation I will be working for has a generator for their office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How will you communicate with people in your host community?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority of people in Malawi speak English.  A large number of people also speak Chichewa, which I will be attempting to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How will you communicate back home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone from BERDO goes into Nitcheu twice a week.  I can go there to write emails and pick up supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many fellow EWB volunteers will you be working with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.  I will be the only EWB volunteer in the village, but there are other volunteers in the country.  We have a big get together half way through the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you worried about getting AIDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Malawi does have a large portion of the population affected with HIV, transmission is fairly easy to avoid.  Things like Malaria are a much greater threat.  I will be taking anti-malaria medication, and can get medical attention if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will it be really hot there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be warm and some days will be hot, but it is winter/dry season in Malawi during the Canadian summer.  I have heard that the temperature gets as low as 10 degreesCelsius at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of animals are in Malawi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malawi has a lot of wildlife that is commonly associated with Africa, including elephants, hippos, zebras, leopards, loins, and monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What will you be doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be working with the NGO BERDO.  From what I have bee told so far, I will be working with the agriculture and forestry division to access the effectiveness of their current programs.  I will also be gaining insight intorural livelihoods in Malawi to bring back to Canada and share with my ewb chapter in Guelph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do you want to do this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many reasons, but the two largest ones are to be a part of positive change in the world, and for my own self development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When will you be coming home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finish post training on Aug. 26th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-6860259535316017646?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/6860259535316017646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=6860259535316017646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/6860259535316017646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/6860259535316017646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/04/q.html' title='Q&amp;A'/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-5126281780049014835</id><published>2007-04-13T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T21:41:58.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are a number of reasons I created this blog.  One is to allow friends and family to find out what I am doing over the summer.  Another  is to give people an idea of what the EWB junior fellowship program is all about.  And of course, to raise awareness about livelihoods and development issues in Malawi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am involved in pre-departure preparation.  EWB goes to great lengths to make sure their volunteers feel prepared and supported.  We have had to cover an number of topics over the last few months including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health, Safety and Wellbeing&lt;br /&gt;Culture Shock&lt;br /&gt;The Role of Westerners&lt;br /&gt;Communication&lt;br /&gt;Understanding Rural Livelihoods&lt;br /&gt;Understanding the Development Sector&lt;br /&gt;Agriculture&lt;br /&gt;Root Causes of Poverty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preparation includes reading articles,  writing posts, conducting interviews, reading books, talking with past volunteers, visiting websites, and spending time on self introspection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-5126281780049014835?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/5126281780049014835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=5126281780049014835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/5126281780049014835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/5126281780049014835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/04/there-are-number-of-reasons-i-created.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125690272551415633.post-8742313395410979131</id><published>2007-04-03T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T13:36:34.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Though I have known that I was going to Malawi with Engineers Without Borders for a few months now, I just today receieved the details of my placement.  The host organisation which I will be working with is the Bwanje Environmental and Rural Development Organization (BERDO).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;BERDO is a small community based non-governmental organization that is focussing on improving livelihoods through small-scale agriculture and food security projects, and natural resource management. The organization works mainly on issues identified by the community, which currently are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Improvement of hygiene and environmental sanitation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2)&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Gender and Education – School management committees to empower teachers, parents, students to increase school enrolment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3)&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Agriculture: Irrigation, Agro-forestry, Soil and Water Management, Crop diversification, Market research, Food processing – Baking and processing cooking oil from groundnuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Within the organisation I will specifically be working on the smallholder agriculture/food security component of the project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125690272551415633-8742313395410979131?l=ewbmalawi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/feeds/8742313395410979131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125690272551415633&amp;postID=8742313395410979131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/8742313395410979131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125690272551415633/posts/default/8742313395410979131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewbmalawi.blogspot.com/2007/04/though-i-have-known-that-i-was-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyla Firby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06147239922544544943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
