Pretty Woman

One of the things that annoys me is how people kept telling me during training school that I would be living in the village. As such, they told me not to bring any nice clothes or shoes, because most likely I would be wearing tshirts and chitenjes and flip flops (or my three strapped Birks) every day. Well, I've been in Malawi almost three months now, and I've gone to countless formal functions, including two weddings. The embarrassing thing is that people will be wearing suits and nice dresses to the weddings, and I'll walk in looking pretty much like garbage, in my tshirt, large skirt and flip flops. The funny thing is that yesterday, I went to a friend's wedding, looking like rubbish, as expected. But, the wedding reception was in this large building with no fan or ventilation system, so everyone was sweating like hogs. So it didn't even matter how nicely people were dressed because with sweat pouring down their faces, they pretty much looked unsightly, especially in pictures. Except for the bride. She radiated. But I looked like I was radioactive, with all that sweat running down my face. I was definitely not a pretty woman. Aiy Carumba!