What community means to me
I don’t believe I ever realized the true importance of community until I came to Mozambique.
I had a community back home that challenged and encouraged, loved and supported me. But here, in a small dirt yard shared by four families and myself, I’ve found a deeper importance to community. Of actually doing life together, day in and day out.
We wash clothes together, carry water together, cook together. There is never a need that cannot be fulfilled; from hot coals to light fire to an extra onion or two, there is always someone to help you. We take turns going to the market for each other, we take care of each other’s children, feeding, clothing, bathing them.
But most importantly, we sit together.
We sit in silence. We sit in the shade. We laugh as children play. We complain of the heat and the market prices. We teach each other to dance and words in Nyanja and English. We live our lives, together.
I never imagined that life could be so full with so little. I may seem to be living with less, but I am living with infinitely more than I thought I would be living with in sub-Saharan Africa.
Never underestimate the value of your community – they will carry you when you’ve fallen, comfort you when you’ve lost, laugh with you in your joy, care for you in your weakness, walk with you in your loneliness.
I learn from my community each day, and as I begin to discover more about myself and life in Mozambique I find that my gratitude for their love is unending.