Smiling Kids
Some of the smiling kids in the village, excited to talk to their visitors.
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Clinic Mother
A mother with her children after the mobile outreach clinic in Likalawe Village, Malawi.
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Healthcare Where The Road Ends
On the second Tuesday of each month, about 6km beyond the village of Mpemba, where the narrow road hugs a hillside over rocks and streams, there is a clinic. The clinic isn’t a flashy building with bright hallways and fancy equipment, although there is a lot of natural light. There isn’t even a building at all.
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Kids
At the mobile outreach clinic, organized monthly from the Mpemba Healthy Center.
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Children’s Ward
The Children’s Ward at Kamuzu Central Hospital in Lilongwe. The closest beds are in the “Red Zone,” with the sickest children and getting the highest attention from staff.
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Waiting Mothers
Just outside the main room of the Pediatric Ward, two mothers wait with their children.
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Nurse Kunkeyani
Nurse Kunkeyani, outside the maternity unit where she works, at Kamuzu Central Hospital.
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Waiting Area
A father waits with his son in the Emergency Department of Kamuzu Central Hospital in Lilongwe.
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Afternoon Traffic
Afternoon traffic in the Capital City neighborhood of Lilongwe.
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Market Produce
One of many roadside produce markets seen in Malawi, this one in Ntcheu, along the road between Blantyre and Lilongwe.
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Mozambique Mountain
Driving north between Blantyre and Lilongwe, looking west into Mozambique.
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The School Under The Tree
Beyond the central hospitals and district facilities of Malawi, there are “Healthy Centers.” These rural outposts serve thousands in extraordinarily resource-challenged settings. Yesterday’s visit to Migowi was to a Healthy Center, where just a handful of nurses and staff are the only healthcare providers available for a catchment area of hundreds of square kilometers.
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Smiling
One of the many children eager to be photographed, at the Migowi Healthy Center in the Phalombe District of Malawi.
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Market Bikers
Biking through the center of Migowi, just a few hundred meters from the Healthy Center.
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Mulanje and Clouds
Mount Mulanje, from the window of the UNICEF vehicle.
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Essential Medicines
I take pictures. The Eiffel Tower. A Baltimore snowstorm. A mountain in Morocco. A glacier in Argentina. But two hours off the main road through the Phalombe District, around the base of Mount Mulanje, in the southeastern corner of Malawi, it’s a different feeling.
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Bike Vendor
Seen from the passenger window of my taxi, on the way to the offices of UNICEF Malawi.
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Take Me To The Riot
The woman behind the front desk, Olivetta, said there is violence in the city today. Police are clearing out the hawkers and touts from the main road toward the Capital City neighborhood, and people on the streets are reacting by throwing stones and resisting the police. “Don’t go there.”
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Fresh Goat
Roadside meat for sale, between the city and Lilongwe International Airport. I didn’t stop, but wished I could have.
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Oh Yes, It Will Save Many Lives
It is warm. For the first time since my departure from Baltimore, many hours and 15,994 km of flying prior, I notice the air temperature. It is distinctly un-planelike. And humid. I have arrived in the terminal of Lilongwe’s airport and am staring out the window at the lush green fields reaching to the edge of the parking lot. Taxis and shuttles board their passengers for the half hour trip into the capital city. Rather than heading to the city, I wait for my backpack, naively hoping that the South African Airways staff will somehow discover it in the empty plane and bring it to me. When they finally tell me the bag is still in Johannesburg, I find a taxi and set out for my hotel.
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