Now that I am here for a longer period of time, I think I have a relatively good idea of the country and its problems. Some problems affect me as well, like the lack of waste processing. I still own every piece of trash since my arrival, simply because I cannot bear the thought to burn it.
So now it is just there, always in the way and an eyesore, but I just don’t have a way to process it myself (yet!). I have some plans to start processing my own plastic into new objects, however a lot needs to happen before I will be able to make my first bowl, plate or flower pot of thrash. And until then, all this plastic is just there..
And it’s not only on our little piece of sand, but plastic is also to be found alongside the roads and in the villages. Most common are the blue (sandwich) bags which the people here seem to love so much.
Recently, at a supermarket, we bought two packs of biscuits, a bag of dried soy and deodorant. How it was being packed: the two packsof biscuits went together in one blue bag, the deodorant got its own and the four items were then put in a black plastic carrier bag. They didn’t understand enough English to explain to them that I actually did not need any of those three plastic bags, so now those are also added to my personal collection: the bag on the beach.
Issues that do affect me personally, but which I still find difficult to see are all in some way related to poverty. Deforestation, overfishing, pollution, no access to education and hunger. With some of these the link with poverty is obvious, however for example the case of overfishing I find very difficult. How are you ever going to convince people to fish less if it’s the only way they know to get food on the table? The biggest part of the population is unemployed and have to be self-sufficient in order to eat. So they farm a small patch of land, keep some chicken or a goat and thus fish as much as they can.
Really not all is bad, because despite everything the people of Malawi are really very friendly and cheerful. Who has ever been here has undoubtedly seen many kids smiling, dancing and waving. Every time we drive to Monkey Bay – to get money from the ATM or to do some groceries – we pass some small villages where we always have to wave. ‘Azungu, azungu!!’ they call, which means foreigner or white person. In the village closest to us those calls have already changed into the names of Rik and his brother – Joeri or Reiki they scream (they don’t know the name ‘Rik’, and two syllable words actually sounds a bit better to yell on repeat). At least we feel very welcome here!