My

My life
It is a very long time since I wrote in my blog. So I suppose in that month that I was not writing something happened in my life. I went to Lake Malawi and spent there three nice (or I should say amazing? Maybe no – I think I am already addicted to that word) days. I wanted to climb a baobab tree and almost succeeded to lift my self more than one meter. I think it is a very good progress in my physical development. Since I fall on almost every stone that I find in my way.
I was swimming in Lake Malawi. And I remember very clear how all danish people told us that it is very dangerous to swim there because the water is not clean and there are all the kinds of diseases and worms and all the evil of the world in that lake. So I presume that now I have all the diseases in the world. I don't think that is a very big achievement but I enjoyed swimming even if I was doing that near the shit pipe. The pipe from the village toilet going straight to the water of the lake. I hope it wasn't a shit pipe. But with my luck... what other pipe it could be. And in that free days I danced with my friend in one local pub and it was something!!! All the people went out of the building to look at us. We were dancing in the “disco-garden/yard” anf they were having a lot of fun. The best circus that I made in my life. After that we had to run from one very annoying Malawian man (actually two men...) which wanted to escort us to our room in rest house. But anyway I enjoyed dancing very much.
What else happened in that time... Mhm... Oh, I climbed a mountain. Almost died on the way to peak. But two Malawian friends – Patrick and Frank that lead me and Eva to the top of the mountain really made a show for women. We are women and we are supposed to be weak. Ha ha dream about it Malawian men! Of course we couldn't climb and sing – like Patrick and Frank did! - because we were almost dieing! But we reached the peak of the mountain. And even saw some monkeys or baboons (I can't imagine what is the difference) on the way. And with my life style – cigarettes and other things :} I was an am very proud that I climbed that mountain.
What else... Many things. I wanted to dye my hair with red colour but I realized that I don't need more attention here. I greet one thousand people every day. “Hello, how are you? What is your name?” are the questions that I answer one thousand times per day. And still I am smiling and answering.
I got a very nice letter from the policeman that I met in Lilongwe airport when I arrived in Africa.
I was thinking to stop smoking when I am in Africa. But so many people here tried to brainwash me about smoking (apparently even god and bible doesn't approve that! (I was told) Ha!) that I decided I will smoke as long as I can. So in that letter from policeman:
“Dear Vaida
I know its long time without writing ur e-mail i was sick suffering from malaria this time im okey hopefully u're totally fine enjoyinng Africa,as isaid i want you stay.
lovely question are u still smoking and how many cigaretes did you smoke.i love you stop smocking pliz.
Brgds, Bex“
So.... How can I stop smoking. I am too stubborn to do that. Really.
What else happened in my life... I am not writing about my work and how I am saving the world (and myself sometimes) because it is another issue (this is favourite african word “issue”). Next time I will be very serious and I will write how I am saving the world.
So... I was robbed. I would like to think about that like a donation to Malawian economy. So I donated my purse (really nice purse), my mobile (with all numbers of all my Lithuanian friends, family, colleagues and many people), my ipod and key of my house. The conclusion: I am saving the world so I will never be rich. So why do I need a purse. My mobile... It was very old model. And now I am completely free – I have no telephone numbers, like Depeche Mode sings : ”No strings attached, just free love” - I would rephrase “Just freedom :} About ipod... I really hated that it was pink. I am not a pink girl. And my key. Really. That was the only thing that made me angry. I didn't want to donate my key to some Malawian thief. Really.
I almost forgot to write that I got my ass kicked in pool game. Three times. Of course one time I “pushed” the black ball in the hole myself so I can blame only myself that I lost the first game. But it was a big mistake because after that I was destroyed psychologically. And the person who kicked my ass three times this sunday insisted that I should write his name. So, with all the respect for a good game and all the hatred that I lost I announce that Fraser kicked my ass three times. BUT... I won the first game when we played couple of weeks ago. And I am going to win next time. So these three times doesn't count ha ha :}}}
Other things what happened is that I have my insomnia again. And more news in my life: Sometimes I miss normal conversation without speaking how I can take somebody to Europe or how I can marry somebody or give money to somebody. I miss speaking in Lithuanian and swearing in Lithuanian. Thats why I am very happy that two Lithuanians - one girl and one guy arrived to farmers club project and I am definitelly going to visit them. I enjoyed this weekend when they came to visit Chilangoma. It was so nice to hear "blet" and other nice words :}}}
Ok. For today I think is enough. I will copy paste what I wrote earlier about my knees and my children. About my best friend I wrote today :} I always think to whom I am writing my blog... Maybe I should start “Dear diary” but it sounds quite creepy. I hope, my friends - you will enjoy reading. Because I am writing to you. Oh, I forgot to say – My life is perfect and I am completely happy here in Malawi! And I miss you very much. And of course I love you.

My knees


On Sunday I went to the market, I always forget how it is called. Maybe because I have this problem with all kinds of names here. I think the market is called Mambo market. So I went there on Sunday. I put on summer dress which turned to be quite a mistake. Because it was without sleeves and covered just a half of my knees. Even very small or weak (I don't know how to say in English :} wind can blow my dress a little bit up and then you can see what? My KNEES or my legs above my knees. I don't mind people looking at my knees but please – not in such quantities. I heard something that knees or upper part of legs are very intimate part of body here. And shoulders a little bit intimate too. So I was very clever :} to go with that dress. Half of the time I felt if I am naked or something like that. Anyway I had a very good time in the market. I met one thousand people again and heard one thousand names which I wouldn't remember even if somebody put a gun to my head :} Ha, but all this knees shoulders or naked stomach issue (ha ha I started to use favourite Malawian words :) is quite funny because you can feed baby and show your boobs in the middle of the street. Or just to show your boobs :} without any baby. Ha ha :}

My Children

I came to Malawi on the 6th of August and today is the 25th. During that time I scared 5 children. I don't know if it is a big number. But now I am 29 years old and as far as I remember I never scared a child. So I guess this is quite a good number. And I promise to improve these skills and at the end of my time here I will have a big number of scared children (hopefully :} But really!!! When I was speaking with children they never cried but here ha ha :} they hide behind their moms and they start to cry if I come closer. Of course not all of them but some are scared :}
Today is 27th and I scared 2 kids more :}
I will keep counting :}
Today is 4th of September and I have 14 scared kids in my “account”.
Ha today is 13th of September. Last week I went to my preschools. When I arrived at one my best preschools there were more than 5 children scared and crying. I will stop counting from today. After couple of months the number will be too scary for myself...
Ok, today is 27th and number of scared children... I am too scared to say that number. But now I started to enjoy that. I had a very good time when the teacher had to put 3 kids to eat lunch in the other room because they couldn't stop crying ( or I should say screaming... ?). Anyway what can I do. Maybe it is because I don't put make up here in Africa. But I don't think so. Ha ha!
The last picture is quite funny. It happened during teacher training day. The mother just gave me that girl and disappeared. The girl was ok but later she started to look for the milk (and I don't have any!) and the big crocodile tears started to fall from her eyes. I tried to find the mom but I didn't remember how she looks. I still have this problem – many of african people for me looks the same. So... I had a crying baby and zero milk in my boobs. So definitely this baby-crying thing is not because of make up :}}} I am white and I don't produce milk. That's it.


My best friend

I have this text about my friend in my head for two days. I keep it in my head and I "write" every morning more. And still – now when I started to write it seems that I don't know what to write. No no no, I am confused – actually I know what to write. So, my best friend:
I will start from that - she is amazing. She is from Hungary and she is very beautiful. I could be jealous because I am not so beautiful. But in Malawi when I can choose a boyfriend or a husband from half of population (which is something 14 or more million so half is 7 million or more haha :) I feel like the Second Queen of the world. While my best friend is the First Queen.
When I saw her first time in Holsted I thought that she is the most beautiful there and I could say – in Denmark. So it is so surprising to me that she doesn't think about her like that.
She makes me feel good and happy. I like to speak with her and to share even the most stupid thoughts that are born in my head. I can say to her many things and I feel that it is interesting to her. I take her a s example in many situations and really she is a good friend.
She is always trying to make me feel old. Because I am almost thirty. And she is as well. But now she decided to say to everybody that she is 25. And she will keep saying that until she will be 80 and she will look like a sponge – with one thousand wrinkles :} Good luck to her with that:}}} Sometimes when she starts to speak I feel like if I am standing under the shower of words. Ha ha :) And I can't say even a small word. She wanted to dye her hair with my favourite colour that I was using half of my life and when I said that it is my colour she accused me of copying her! She is amazing and she is my best friend here. Even if sometimes I want to shake her very very much and to kick out some stupid ideas from her head. And still I love her very much. And she is amazing (have I said that already? :}

Vaida