Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Missing America

Missing home

Talking to my dad the other day I told him some things I missed about home, it was nothing you can fit in a care package so I thought it'd make a good blog entry. After nearly 5 months away

1) I will never again mock the fact that there is literally a Starbucks or other coffee shop on every corner of American streets. I miss having coffee prepared for me even if I have to pay for it! It's not even an option here in the village fahgettaboutit but even in town centers you may be lucky to find one place that serves it and there's a good chance they will run out they day you are running on fumes!

2) ive said this one a lot before but it's worth repeating, running water. For showers, washing dishes, and hands. It's probably silly but I feel the water pressure actually adds to the cleaning. 

3) restaurants - it's the epitome of irony that where it takes the most energy to make food there is the least caloric food made available. Having one meal at Applebee's here would provide the calories they need to make the other two meals of the day, collecting and chopping firewood, blowing on burning embers until fire roars, for a bowl of soup or a heap of fufu it all requires more calories than will be consumed. At least it feels like it. 

4) refrigeration - going off the last one - you can't even save the food for more than a day after all the work to start the fire and cook. If you want something like meat well you either invite the neighbors or bargain for the smallest portion worth buying.

5) affordable postpaid cell plans- the prepaid units are expensive, environmentally wasteful and just plain inconvenient! 

6) diversity - I've mentioned this in previous posts but I really miss being able to talk with or see people from all over the world on a daily basis, without looking for some "ex pat" community hangout in a city hours away. 

7) physical freedom - I can't hold the hand of a guy friend let alone give them a hug. I can't ask someone to massage my shoulders. I can't even say out loud what I really feel half the time. It's as if displaying any negativity is a sign of the devil. No wonder nothing gets fixed how can it when you don't recognize problems? It has to be an international priority to get in the mind if a Malawian. 

8) not sleeping under a mosquito net! It's just annoying tucking and returning every time u want to get up or lay down!

9) cars and driving laws- yes our traffic is a nightmare but imagine commutes on bicycles or foot as the only option! while the option to ride or walk is nice to have like major cities on the east coast have public bike share programs and trains that can give you a pleasurable walk from the station to your office. It's not the same as going weeks without even seeing a car! And when you do ride in one knowing you'll be comfortable and not packed like a sardine (except maybe that morning commute hour on the DC metro) =)

10) last but not least indoor toilets with actual toilet seats! Yep topping off the list something's just shouldn't have to be done in places where insects are buzzing and crawling. Some things require a certain degree of comfort. Enough said.

Nothing new

Nothing new 

I never ask them to stay and they always go
All the thrills are gone
The tears stay and my vision is always blurred 

An unbearable feeling, a fleeting comfort 
Like a goodbye kiss 
but you know you'll never see them again
Like watching cartoons as an adult u know they are just illusions
Imaginary unreal
They can't keep you anymore than you can hold water in your hands

But when one just wants to hold your hand 
Little girl doesn't know what to do 
Older men scare me because they know what they do
How to melt our little hearts and lead us into temptation 
But your wisdom is not in years 

I don't know where it  is, I only know my heart starts to flutter when you talk to me, 
I'm speechless when I look in your eyes.  
A grown woman shy in a young mans shadow 
The silence says more than Shakespeare wrote

The bard didn't know the women's side of love
One of fathers not mothers 
Abandonment, inferiority, domination, and fear.

Never knowing when they should stay or go
Can she even chose
It's a mans world isn't it
No one would listen had she said a word 

No one but you young man 
A new generation ready to cherish that which is not new but old
Old as Eve, an imperfect helper for you imperfect man


A good, pure heart

A good pure heart

Few know this bit about my past but I am ready to share now. As time in a village gives lots of time to think. 

but a man of God in my beloved Nigeria once said "she has a good pure heart and if it is deceived it will no longer be pure." This was in 2011. 

That friend never deceived me although those words left him scared to stay in a position where he potentially could. 

Well my heart turned to my work since then and away from anyone or anything that would deceive me, or so I thought. 

A heart, one that strangers can see, and is open to the people God loves most, is a burden as much as it is a blessing. My life would be dull and meaningless without my heart for orphans and impoverished people. Without knowledge of the injustice and my will to fight it with my life, my heart would not even belong with me.

This heart brings joys beyond compare, it bears witness to hope in front of the hopeless, it loves the rejected and forgotten and finds comfort in the giggles of children. Pure in intention good in action. 

But with all of that comes some discomfort 
It's weighed down by miscommunication, by deep corrupt eyes.
It's easily deceived and numb to hurt
It's burden is to remain light in darkness 
To keep warmth in the absence of heat
To see the demands of billions falling on the shoulders of just a few thousand
And ache felt for those left behind and those already gone...

It's a burden just narrowly outweighed by the elation. 
The heart celebrated for a day and then silenced for decades
It beats against the wind, weary and prejudged
It's harder to understand than the "latest and greatest" gadget guide
Showing strength in front of malnourished, neglected children, composure in front of the ignorant....

Patience at the end of the day for the little ones to come and take what love they can
Its solidarity with a small network spread wide across the globe only virtually sending hugs and kisses not often enough providing a shoulder to lean on. 
And so at night it's tears fall unheard and unseen, invisible 

It's hopelessly hopeful
Unafraid when it should be chained up
Seeking pain elsewhere not where it matters not where it's unknown 
It can't chase all the dreams if it had 3 lifetimes but with a helper well... maybe
But for now this heart works alone

Saturday, July 20, 2013

More than a feeling

It was more than a feeling 

More than love
A resting place, a knowing deep in the soul,  stomach and mind. 
A search ended, no questions remained
Should've told you to stay, sleeping on the courtroom steps.
We both failed to see it at the time  
Letting something, not someone tear us apart                                 
As my quarter life crises came to a  close not a pisces but a bull i found, your passion second only to our saviors 
A match made in heaven 
I should've insisted you stay
I shouldnt have gone  
Whats an explorer without a quest?  
How will I know when I've arrived? I've been here before but I cannot return without you.             
New questions arise but no new answers                            

 Are you surprised?  We both knew it was more than a feeling.

Monday, July 8, 2013

A heretics letter

Why have you not vindicated us lord? Your faithful servants with hearts so pure they can be seen from heaven. Where is that again?

How can we believe when hezbollah and boko haram make headlines day after day killing in your name. Yes we had mother teresa but if the bad outweighs the good then whats the point of faith? You seldom come on time and the deepest wounds we carry come from your greatest commandmants. Love thy neighbor. Love thy lord. We get the least of love killed in your house, rejected on your mission. Tell me why i should keep my faith in you. The people that love you have shown hatred to me. Those claiming you as their lord are not adhereing ur word and still...

They make the most money, have the most friends and have no bad luck.  We are lacking we are toiling as if still in genesis. Then strangers come to kill us.
A new disease a new bomb. If you wanted us in heaven dont u have a better way? I can think of several... reasons why we shouldnt believe u are sovreign.  The wars big and small wgaed constantlg on this forsaken rock in the universe, the babies hunger cries, the childless wife, the suicidal/murderous teen. Where mother theresa stops they find their glory, vindication and truth. While we are stupidly still waiting for ours.

-a heretic

A Thought

Here's a thought

No really it's just one

He's screaming "I want to marry you!" when all you want to hear is a husband

He's saying "why are we using condoms?" When you already feel like a mom

Then the bed is built and soon the house will be complete, a new nuptial, a new niece

Where is the future? We here is the change when that baby girl is grown at 15
She already feels like a mom

Now this man is screaming at her "I will marry you!" A new bed but same face 
There's no way this baby girl could win the race

16 and the due date is here... A husband, perhaps, he might come back if its a boy.... Her mother always told her a boy can take care of you, now she knows for sure her mother wasn't really a mom after all 

she was just another girl laying in a bed like hers, playing house with her daughters life

She rubs her belly whispering to whoever is listening "please be a boy, I need someone to take care of me" baby boy what are you going to do 

When it's your turn you will lie down too and make a third 
Too early, with one too young cause well she reminds you of your mom and they get along

You wouldn't listen anyway and now the future is light years away

Just one thought away, one beyond "this is what my momma did"