My Heart in Africa
Those living in the city are seen as progressive and education for women is becoming more common. However, that does not mean that her expectations to marry and produce children is delayed. It just means that if she can manage both, she is entitled to do both.
His wife? Since when does he have a wife?
I had to wait until Sarah came back the next day to find out more, but even in that, she does not pry. I sure would! But I don’t speak Chichewa. Sarah calls her Madam also and doesn’t bother to find out her real name.
The dog doesn’t like crying babies in his back yard, so he whines.
Together they make an awful racket.
Combine that with the fact that the wife has brought along a chicken, whose mere presence causes Brown – the dog – to nearly tear off his chain in frustration, the noise of 5am on Tuesday morning was enough to drive me batty. Thankfully, my day begins at 5am, so I was already awake. The barking, clucking and screaming did not wake me, but instead just grated on my pre-caffeinated nerves. Jake and Jenn on the other hand had the luxury of trying to sleep in for two more hours with all the blatant commotion.
Its been almost a week now since the new Madame has come to our yard. I’ve said maybe fifteen words to her. First, I can’t speak her language enough to communicate past “Hello, how are you?” and to ask her daughter “What is your name?” (Maria)
Sometimes, despite all that I am learning, experiencing and enjoying about Africa, there are days where I am very grateful to be from a country where I have the right to choice in marriage.
Granted, that right and choice haven’t really been favorable to me – I realize that.
Originally posted to My Heart in Africa