Blogs & Stories

18 July 2012 Today is the first day of Ramadhan. The twilight sky starts to appear and there is nothing I want more than to go home and prepare food for the break of my fasting. This year I spend the Ramadhan on my own, far away from home. My...

I have been living in this village for almost 7 months now, but I am not even close to mastering the local Chichewa language. My vocabulary is very limited, I only know how to say thank you, ask the patients about their complaints or how to...

A woman of around twenty years old wearing a black dress and shabby flowerish chitenje is in the consultation room. A baby is sleeping on her lap. She hands me a small orange book with a torn cover. Unlike in Indonesia, here in Malawi, patients keep...

13th of June 2012, Wednesday. In Thekerani Health Center. My job teaches me one thing: always expect the unexpected. Just like when I am about to leave the health centre this afternoon. There are couples of women banging at the door, rushing to...

My alarm clock rings and wakes me up. I rub my eyes to keep away the bad dream I had. I look at the watch, it’s 06:30 AM and I realise that I have overslept. It’s Tuesday, the very day that I don’t want to be late. Tuesday is the day for...