In my first few days in this country, I am perplexed by what appears to be a vast one-dimensionality to contemporary Tunisian music: the people all watch and listen to the same stuff. I’m not new to Arabic music. But with eerie similarity, it’s like The Big Game is on every channel, all day, all night, every day, every night. I don’t get it. I must be missing something.
Across Malawi, people cook their food on wood burning stoves. Even the Presidential residence, suspected one of the UNICEF Malawi staff, has a wood burning stove. Some for reasons of tradition, others for necessity. And with this type of cooking comes the search for fuel.