I've wanted to take a picture of this since we first moved into our apartment. I'm standing on our back porch. Behind the middle of the roof on the far right, you can see the minaret of the Area 9 mosque.
Here is a close-up. This mosque is the most prominent landmark of Area 9, and is helpful when I'm lost and am trying to find our apartment. The mosque appears to be far away, but it is actually very close to our house. Each morning the first prayer, which takes place at dawn (around 5 o'clock right now), is amplified over a loud speaker. The prayer usually wakes me up. I've wanted to take this picture because hearing the Islamic prayers throughout the day has been a powerful reminder that I am not at home, back in Mississippi in the Bible-Belt of the American South.
This morning when I woke up I found this scene. Eric (one of the tenant's employees I mentioned in the last post) has begun a compost pile on the left to show me how it's done. In the bottom left of the picture you can see his khasu, which is the Malawian version of the hoe. It's a beautiful tool, and one that I hope to have. I bought the metal head at the market, and am going to find someone to fashion a handle for me.
Here is a loaf of bread that I made this morning. It may be one of the most beautiful loaves I've ever pulled out of the oven. It's actually difficult to find bad bread here in Malawi. Most grocery stores make their own breads. Because this country is poor, there is no industrial food system like the one found in the United States. Because of this, the food is often local and fresh.