Four months ago when I got an email saying I would be going to Malawi instead of Uganda I had no idea what to say. Mainly because I had never heard of Malawi before and all I could understand was that half the country was taken up by a huge lake. Now, today as I sit in a land I've called home for the past 5 weeks, I know more about this country then most people do. It's an unseen generation by the eyes of the unwilling. These generations of families have more love at the ends of their fingertips, then most of the people trying to make their country more technically advanced. If anybody spent even a minute at a well with the mamas pumping some of the cleanest water you could get or held a little boy that has clear signs of malaria by the snot draining out of his nose, you would know that these people run on love. They don't care if they have enough money to buy food for a nice dinner, they will make some ground nut and corn cookies for the family to chew on. They don't worry about the little things like making sure you have your shoes on or if the children have all their clothes on. All they truly care about is making sure that there is love given and love received. They are the generations that have nothing to their name, but enough love to make even the poorest man rich.
