Paris vs Malawi – Confronting Traveler’s Privilege
March 10, 2019
I am transfixed by the vignettes of life unfolding on the parched dirt road in front of our simple brick home.
The reed fencing around the house frames a patch of Malawian road. Life is never hurried or particularly orderly here, but so compelling and textured in the harsh African sunlight. Groups of children proudly drag or roll toys made out of packing crates or discarded bicycle tires, shouting and waving when they see me, leaning back to stay in the frame as long as possible, even popping back around the fence to yell “mzungu” at me, as if I didn’t know. Men ride by, dozens of scraggly live chickens lashed to the handlebars and even occasionally a goat to the back rack.Read More