I am sitting at my brand new table, hand-made by the local carpenter in front of my living room window overlooking a sea of jungle green that grows between my front porch and the tarmac.

I don’t think a place on earth exists where people don’t talk about water.

I was exhausted as I prepared for my journey to a refugee camp in central Malawi in order to train teachers on teamwork and collaboration.

I feel like my personality changes a bit when I speak in Chichewa and others have told me similar things about their own experiences speaking other languages. I make an attempt to speak in the way those around me speak and, in that way, integration and adapting to the environment around me becomes easier. Of course, I can never be Malawian. But I can try my best to understand, as an outsider, to fit in and become a member of the village and part of the extended family of community.

It has been stifling hot for days. The kind of hot where you can’t tell where your skin ends and the hot dusty air begins.

It’s been a rough week, but this afternoon I decided to try and find my friend Agnes’ house to talk about some projects we are working on. I had only been there once, and her phone wasn’t working, so I set off walking in the general direction and hoped for the best.

Did you know that in Malawi, malaria is the leading cause of morbidity and mortality for children under five? Our Stomp Team is here to help put an end to that! Watch out video to learn what Stomp is, and how it's helping community members and Volunteers who want to put a stop to malaria in their areas.