1. and sleep for a while in a long while i did, with blaring rnb across the lake with mpepo and waves crashing beneath the hut here; waiting till tonight to catch the big boat, the ilala, back across to likoma and then onwards back to mozambique, to niassa, to nkwichi, for the last month there before deciding what to do, maybe come home, back continue on to tanzania to do more articles for IPS – i have not yet decided. i am in africa and i’m not sure if i am fully aware of this.
2. and yesterday, we caught a bus after many days, months, a year, 2 years of mostly good, so we part ways, and on the bus we’re squeezed into with a group of muslim women singing all the way from karonga to mzuzu, it reminds us of what we’ve shared that has found its way into the belly heart of us – and all else will sift its way through me to find itself as history and mud somewhere. so they sang and we smiled and looked nostalgically through the smeared windows over the bumps and away from each other again.
3. so we had a conference on u-mining in Kayelekera, to share info and develop an action plan- very inspiring to see the voices of the people speak out in this kind of context that has not yet been brought up in Malawi – issues of human rights around mining, the total disregard by Paladin and the government of international standards of uranium mining and handling of radioactive materials – they’re concerned the water, poisoned will run into the rivers and lakes, it’s possible, maybe it already is.
more on this with an article..later.
a limp in my steps these days.