When losing a job leads you to Africa

by Jourdan Fairchild in

Watering MalawiRarely does life play out the way we anticipate. And learning to manage the twists and turns of it with grace and optimism can feel impossible. A friend recently shared this essay in the NY Times about a writer frustrated with her unfinished novel. When she began focusing on others and their needs, her own problems seemed less unique and, somehow, less pressing. The last time I was job-less, I felt sick with anxiety about the career I'd left behind and the unknown path ahead. Losing my job two weeks ago sucked. But now, I have a world of opportunity ahead of me—literally. This story really starts a few months ago, over dinner with my parents and a couple they've known for years. As we ate, the wife, (Colleen) who was raised in Malawi as a missionary kid, casually mentioned her non-profit, Watering Malawi, that uses money raised by kids (via lemonade stands, etc) to build wells in villages throughout the country. She makes somewhat regular visits to Africa to check on the status of the wells and meet with potential NGO partners, and she mentioned she'd be heading there in the next few months and was hoping to find women willing to join her. I told her that it sounded like an incredible opportunity, and that "I'd totally go if I didn't have a full-time gig!"

Africa didn't cross my mind again until the day after I found out about DailyCandy. Something led me to send Colleen a quick message asking if she'd found anyone to go with her. She responded immediately. Her mother, who still speaks the language (Chichewa) at age 79, would be joining her for a final visit, as would another woman handling logistics. But she was still looking for someone to help her record facts, document stories, take photos, and spread the word via social media and press. They'd be traveling between small villages, meeting with established global NGOs (like World Vision) as well as smaller organizations. They'd sit down with Girls Empowerment Network and potentially the female president of Malawi. And they'd spend time with the women who take care of the wells, and check in on the girls Colleen is worried have been married off.

How could I say no?

And so, within a matter of days (and the support of a few freelance assignments that just so happened to come my way), I'd made up my mind. This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. There was no way I wasn't going. At the time, all I knew about Malawi was the Madonna connection. Now, I know about the strides President Joyce Banda—who's up for re-election next May—is making for the sake of women (check it out).

This is not a mission trip, nor is it a vacation. We will be working, traveling, moving, meeting. And I will be listening, learning, and admiring. Our tickets are booked. I've gotten shots and an updated passport. We leave in one week, and we'll be gone for 10 days. I'll be documenting everything on this blog, from a few last-minute preparations to each day or so of the trip. My plan is to ingest as much information as I possibly can, and then carefully and passionately share it with the world. These women have stories to tell, but no outlet to tell them. Until now.

PS: Here are some photos I pulled from the internet of Malawian people, Lake Malawi (Africa's third largest lake that looks more Bora Bora than Africa to me), and Colleen in the field. Lake-Malawi20120214-World_Pneumonia_Day-Malawi-23311 Screen Shot 2014-04-13 at 9.49.45 PM Screen Shot 2014-04-13 at 9.50.30 PM

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