A Walk in The Community. Chitimba


The room was packed with small children sitting cross legged on the dirt  floor .  Some of them  clutched  a scrap  of writing paper and a stubby of pencil , many had nothing to write on at all. .   The classroom was dark.  Shafts of light  penetrated the  the gloom  through rough cut  windows and the open door.

That morning we had stepped out of our  secure, safe, sterile, comfortable  bubbled accommodation  to go on a community walk of the area   The money we paid would go to local projects .   When we visit an area we try to support small  local initiatives but in Africa this was proving hard,  as most accommodation, restaurants and  tour operators seemed  to be owned by ex-pats or rich white Africans.   However, w e could  normally  find at least one small restaurant or bar run  by an entreprenerual  soul that we could  frequent and learn about realities  their situation. .  However, being interested in social policy and a social  worker  the tour  gave me  an  opportunity to see  how schools, health clinics  and community projects are working (or not),  If  you have never been on one of these tours before and want to go, prepare yourself for an eye-opener..


David, our guide,  was trying to put himself through medical school.  He told us he supported himself and his nephew through this work and  by selling tomatoes that he grew.


First we visited the local comprehensive and secondary school which was  awash with several hundred children and only  4  teachers to take lessons and maintain some kind of order.  The range of subjects  taught was ambitious,  the teachers clearly dedicated but how effective this was considering the kids had no pens, paper, or books, nothing to sit on and nothing to write on, no electricity at home to do homework by, I’m not sure..


We moved on through the village huts and met several families who farmed the land and David notice that  that the crops were being munched on by  locausts (his identification).    Passing  by high stacks of  baked mud building  bricks, hollowed  trunks  ready to be turned into fishing  canoes,  women  pumping water from the communal well, we were  taken to meet  Grace.  A widowed older person, who had no family to support her and no income since her husband had died.  She lived on  gifts  from local people and money she received from  the tour  for letting strangers poke around her 2 small roomed mud house.  Life for Grace and  the other villagers meant no running water or electricity and cooking over a wood fire.

We moved onto the clinic where locals came to be  tested for Malaria and HIV, treated for ailments and have their babies.  As the health budget had been misappropriated by the ex-prime minister who passed away before he could be brought to justice,  the very young doctors  main resource was  their infinite passion about helping the community.    Holes gaped in the ceilings, water mark stained the walls, wood was being chewed by the worm,  medical supplies non-existent, even basic hygiene rules could not be met as there was no soap to wash hands between patients (my infection control nurse would have a fruit).  There was only one mattress  in the  5 bedded maternity ward

Three hours later, several donations,  a bulk purchase of soap, a stop off to see David’s house; admire his  tomatoes and wonder how he could survive  the monsoon without a proper roof and  two declined invitations.  One to visit David’s grandfather who ‘grew good dope’ and  two, to see  the local witch doctor, we finished the tour and my understanding of Malawi’s social and political situation was just beginning.

One thought on “A Walk in The Community. Chitimba

  1. That is very true about our community chitimba where you had to visit 11 years ago, you experienced the real chitimba.

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