||[Aug. 18th, 2005|07:50 pm]
&& it kills && & bites &
|||||im still grounded from thecomp||]|
a silent touch to the lips signals shyness and respect among Malawians. In the capital city of Lilongwe, hotel doorman Marton Kacheeche and his family sleep on mats in this one-roomed concrete house that has neither electricity nor indoor cooking facilities.
Kacheeche's small salary barely covers the cost of rent, clothing, scool fees, four buckets of water a day, and cornmeal for porridge. At age fourty-one, he is only six years shy of the average life expectancy in Malawi, amoung the world's poorest nations.