Category: Mozambique
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Americana supreme and international phenom – the World of Coca-Cola, Atlanta, Georgia
I had only heard about this dream world, this Neverland, where I could partake in all-you-can-drink Coke products from around the world. We don’t usually keep soda/pop/soft drinks in the house. Nothing good comes from guzzling that carbonated booze. . . except evoking fond memories. This wonderland of flavored corn syrup took me back to…
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The Ill-Fated Feast – Mom’s perspective
As I recalled the account of a fateful holiday meal, posted yesterday on Communicating Across Boundaries, I asked my mom to recount the event from her perspective: That Thanksgiving is a bit of a blurr. Of course, I wanted it to be perfect. Dad had gone to Malawi, by train, to get our beloved students.…
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The ill-fated holiday feast
Today I have the privilege of writing a guest post for Communicating Across Boundaries. Marilyn Gardner of CAB is a passionate writer who covers a wide range of topics. I appreciate her perspectives on culture and Third Culture Kid (TCK) issues. She spent formative years in Pakistan and has traveled extensively, with a keen eye…
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Baby due in two weeks. . . and I forgot what I NEED
I lived in Africa off and on for years before I had children. Then I returned with my husband and 9-month-old for a visit in 2010. My eyes were opened to things I wouldn’t have noticed before. Having kids does that – gives you new perspective. We visited Mozambican friends in their tiny, one-room abode.…
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Calamities and apparel – where clothes go to die
We’ve been hearing a lot lately about death and the apparel industry. Last week over 400 factory workers in Bangladesh were crushed and killed when the factory they worked in collapsed on them. This calamity was manmade and could have been prevented. Those mothers and fathers and children were making clothes headed to the global…
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Moving to a country in civil war – a letter to my small children
Today I have the very distinct honor of posting a journal entry my mom wrote in 1988 before our family of six moved to Mozambique, a country in the midst of a brutal civil war. Over the course of this last month my mom has shared some personal details from her journals about the challenges…
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Acoustics can’t be plundered – Mozambique Island, Mozambique
When I first visited Mozambique Island fifteen or so years ago, the colonial Portuguese Saint Sebastian fort contained piles of rusting cannonballs interspersed with patches of weeds. The coffins in the small chapel at the water’s edge still contained bones. The lid of one of the coffins was partially removed and we spotted a femur.…
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