Monday, September 16, 2013

From Clutter to Food



Last week when my househelper opened a cupboard to put away some empty food containers, as she often will do after washing dishes, she was met with an avalanche.  Yes, I had intended to tidy up that cupboard for some time now, but instead, I simply tossed each new empty peanut butter jar, milk liter bottle or margarine tub in and closed the door quickly.  After all, I just might be able to use those containers someday, but didn’t have time to organize them right then…Can anyone relate? 

Indeed, I have used milk caps for homemade game pieces, yogurt tubs with a few beans or buttons inside for shaker instruments and dish detergent bottles as squirt guns for the kids, but do I really need all that filled my cupboard? 

No, I don’t. 

So, I offered some of those containers to my house helper who had gladly taken empty containers before.  She eagerly accepted and we filled two grocery bags full.  Today I asked her what she did with all of them.  She smiled and said that she sold them.  I was glad, as I assumed this was their fate.  Upon the end of her work day today I commented that I needed to do some cleaning up and would look for more containers for her to sell.  I glanced up at a shelf in my kitchen and found around 15 empty spice jars.   

I have been at a loss of what to do with them since they are glass and I don’t want the kids throwing them around in their pretend kitchen, so I asked her if they were sellable. 

House Helper:  “Yes, madam, they are expensive!”
Me:  “Who wants to buy an empty spice jar?  What do they do with them?
HH:  “Take-Out restaurants buy them to put salt in.”
Me:  “Oh, that makes sense.  How much can you get for one?”
HH:  “Oh, they are expensive….100 kwacha”
Me:  “Really?!”  (this amounts to about half an hour of work in common wages)
HH:  “Oh yes!”

I proceeded to pass 11 jars down to her, keeping a few for my own homemade spice concoctions, cinnamon sugar shaker, etc.

HH: “Zikomo kwambili (thank you very much), madam, you give me food!”
Me:  “Zikomo (you’re welcome)!  And how about the other containers here?”
HH:  “The 2 liter oil bottle is 30 kwacha, the 5 liter is 50 kwacha, the tin can 10 kwacha.”
Me:  “Well, as I clean the garage and pantry, I will look for more containers for you!”
HH:  “Zikomo kwambili!”

As our language teacher told us in a lesson about Malawian culture “Everything is useful!”  Things we are likely to throw away without a second thought because they are broken or empty are likely to be useful to someone here.  As a mother of preschoolers, many things like toilet paper tubes are indispensable for making dinosaurs for my dino-crazy son as well, but to learn that my cluttered cupboards can help feed a family is something else altogether!

Hand Outs

500 Kwacha = $1.52
On one week's shopping trip in Blantyre, we arrived at the meat store 15 minutes before it opened. While we waited in the truck, we noticed a very nice car parked at a ramp in front of the store.  There was a small Malawian flag perched on the front left side of the hood.

Becky :  Who do you think that is for?  It's a very nice car.
(as a couple of nicely dressed people put things in the car)

Jonathan: It's probably the owner of the store.

Becky:  No, I think it's someone with the government.


A man dressed in fine Muslim clothes came out to the car and people started flocking to him, running from all over the parking lot and reaching to him.

Becky: What's going on?

Jonathan:  Maybe it's a Muslim giving alms.

Becky:  Really?  No...

The man slipped into the car and was driven away.  The crowd dispersed, everyone smiling and some laughing at the spectacle of what just happened.  As one man came to his car parked next to us I addressed him from the truck window:

Becky:  What just happened there?!?!

Man: That was -----.  He owns the store (chain) and is a minister of Parliament.

Becky:  Oh...we were both right!

Man:  He was giving out money -- 500's.  It's not good, though.  Handouts kill people.  They get lazy and can't do anything for themselves.  Why does he do that?  If he has that much money, why doesn't he just hire more people?

Well, there we heard it straight from a Malawian!  "Handouts kill people."  What a powerful statement.  Each time someone begs for food or money we have a decision to make.  Sometimes we give.  Sometimes we don't.  Sometimes we feel like we've been taken advantage of.  Sometimes we feel regret and selfishness.

We don't have the answers to the problem of poverty or unemployment.  Undoubtedly at times we are part of the problem, even unknowingly.  But we are challenged because Jesus did not directly teach on handouts.  In fact, He gave some himself!  When I felt bad after giving to a beggar at our gate, Jonathan said "I'd rather err on the side of generosity than stinginess.  Jesus said to forgive 70x70...are we to give 70x70 as well?"  Where's the line?  What's the balance?  These are difficult questions that have become almost daily for us.

I'm sure we haven't and won't respond to each person and situation perfectly, but we pray that God's light and love will shine through us and that His name will be honored by our actions and inaction...words and silence...Lord, give us the wisdom we need in each moment and the courage to obey.