Death is much more a regular part of life in Malawi as compared to the United States. In the US, I probably went to about 1 funeral every 3-4 years. Most of those involved grandparents or great-grandparents or other elderly people. It has been pretty rare during my life in the US to attend the funeral of a young person or young man or woman. I can think of 3 that I personally was a part of over the 26 years I lived in the US before coming to Malawi.
Malawi however, is quite different. In an average year a person can easily attend a dozen funerals or more of people who range from babies all the way up to the elderly. Many factors affect this difference including poor health care systems, malnutrition in children under 5, presence of tropical diseases including Malaria, the high prevalence of HIV/AIDS, poor road systems and emergency response systems leading to a higher number of traffic accidents and fatalities, and I'm sure the list goes on and on.
There is another factor, culture. Culture may or may not affect the number of deaths-that's not the point of this post, but it certainly changes the number of funerals an average person is expected to go to.
In the last week, 3 people I was somehow connected to died. The first was a man of not yet 40 years who was a part of our church small group. He had been battling a degenerative brain disorder for some years and finally lost that battle on his way to see a specialist neurosurgeon in the southern part of the country.
The next 2 both died together (along with an American woman who I didn't know) in a car accident coming back from a Young Life meeting in Zimbabwe. Both were young men in their 20s. One had been married less than 2 years, the other only 7 months. You simply cannot escape being close to death in Malawi.
As I was at the funeral for the man in our church small group, I made a few observations about funerals in Malawi that speak volumes about Malawian culture.
1. Malawi is a communal society.
We learned this as new Peace Corps Trainees when I first came to Malawi and I continually learn it as I live and work here. The difference between the US being an individualistic society and Malawi (and Africa in general) being a communal society.
In the US, generally speaking, close friends and family attend funerals. Funeral arrangements are all about what the deceased wanted or would have wanted. Immediate family tends to be the main focus. Thus, why I as an American, attended so few in the US. Very few people who are directly connected to me die in the US.
In Malawi however, EVERYONE attends a funeral. If you work with someone who is connected with someone who dies-you attend the funeral. If you go to church with someone who dies-you attend the funeral. If you live in the same neighborhood or village as someone who dies-you attend the funeral. If you are in any way, shape, or form related by marriage or blood to someone who dies-you attend the funeral. If you once attended school with someone who dies-you attend the funeral. As you can imagine, this leads to funerals being huge events in Malawi with people coming from all over to be there. It's a cultural obligation. If you don't attend, it means you don't care-not just about the deceased (who you may have never met), but about the people you do know who were connected to the deceased.
Malawi is communal, it's about everyone being present to support people in their time of loss. Very few excuses are acceptable in place of absence.
2. Malawi is a fatalistic society
In the US, your average person doesn't come into contact with death very often. It happens for sure, but not nearly as often as it happens in Malawi.
As I said before, the average Malawian probably attends a dozen or so funerals each year. They are constantly being reminded about the frailty of life. That death can happen any day at any moment.
It's difficult to find a middle-aged Malawian who has not lost at least one or two siblings already.
All of this death has to be explained somehow within the cultural psyche. Thus, Malawi is very fatalistic. By contrast, the US is mostly deterministic.
Americans believe in self-empowerment, self-determination, self-examination, self-improvement, and all the other "self" statements. Americans believe it's mostly their own choices and efforts that determine the course of their life. Malawians are different though, they tend to be more fatalistic. Most things are outside of a person's control. It's either fate, spirits, culture, authorities, or God that pretty much determines what happens in life. Thus, they are comforted in times of death knowing that it was God's time and God's will for it to happen, what could be done?
As an American living in Malawi, I struggle with this. As a Christian, yes I do believe in God's control over our lives, but as an American I also believe in the responsibility to take action as well. So when a child dies of a preventable disease like Tetanus, it's hard for me to simply say, "It was God's time, what could be done?" Well my answer to that of course is, "They could have had a tetanus vaccine, that's what!"
I'm still learning to balance fatalism with determinism.
3. Malawi is not detail-oriented, it is people-oriented
This was illustrated to me at the funeral during the carrying of the casket.
In the US, at a funeral you have people who are appointed to be the official pallbearers. Usually about 6 or 8 men, dressed in suits, each assigned a specific place and handle on the casket. I imagine they probably even rehearse beforehand though I've never been one so I don't know. It would be strange for someone else to come up and try to help carry the casket during the funeral.
In Malawi, this is totally different. A large group of men, way more than can actually fit around it, all go to pick up and carry casket. There is no rhyme or reason to how they carry it or where they are placed along the casket, they all just go at it at once. Often, a person will get pushed off the front and then they will walk to the back and start again. Finally the casket makes it to where it is supposed to be-and really, that's the goal. It's more important for each man to have his part in carrying the casket than for it to be an orderly, planned out exercise. Each man can feel he had a hand in helping.
I see this same concept happen during meetings or the like. I'll be sitting in a room with a group of Malawians and there will be a couple empty seats but let's say none of the empty seats are close to the door. Well when a new person walks in, about 2 or 3 people will spontaneously get up and rearrange themselves (maybe even sitting on the floor!) just to make sure the person who walks in can immediately sit in the closest seat to them. Makes no logical sense, the new person could have easily just walked across the room to one of the open seats, but this doesn't matter. What matters is that the person who comes in feels important and is given a nice seat right away. It's about the people, not the details.
4. Malawi has deep rooted gender-related customs
You see this a lot more when you are in the rural areas, visiting more traditional villages. Men and women have very separate roles in the home, in the community, in the church, etc. When you are in the city, you see it less, especially among more educated, wealthy Malawians. But when funerals happen, no matter where they happen, it all comes back.
During the evening before the burial, women sit inside the house on mats on the floor crying, wailing, and singing. Men on the other hand, are outside on chairs, stools, or logs chatting in groups, sometimes around a fire. The next day, during the service and burial, men and women are separated. Women on the ground and men on chairs (if there are any). In can be a bit strange for an American. In the US, a husband and wife would normally sit together at a funeral and be able to comfort one another. In Malawi however, you must maintain the gender separation and find comfort in being around other men or other women. I think no matter how gender-neutral Malawi may become in the future, I have a feeling funerals will always maintain this distinction.
5. Christ still makes the difference
Cultures all over the world conduct funerals in different ways. Regardless though, there is still a difference within that culture when the people who are mourning are believers in Christ. There is a hope present that is not there in other cases. We don't always have answers to the specific questions surrounding certain people's deaths: Why so young? Why such a violent death? What will his widow do now? As believers in Christ though, whether in the US, Malawi, or somewhere else, we always have the ultimate answer to what happens next...Hope.
I Thessalonians 4:13-14
13 And now, dear brothers and sisters, we want you to know what will happen to the believers who have died so you will not grieve like people who have no hope. 14 For since we believe that Jesus died and was raised to life again, we also believe that when Jesus returns, God will bring back with him the believers who have died.
What are the different funeral traditions from your cultural or national background? Share in the comments!
Friday, December 13, 2013
Monday, November 18, 2013
Many Thanks as 2013 Draws to a Close...
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Thursday, September 5, 2013
Graduates, Interns, a Visit From Dad, and 1-Year of Marriage!
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Tuesday, May 28, 2013
May 2013
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Monday, March 25, 2013
March 2013 Newsletter
Well as most of you know, we spent 3 weeks in February back
in the U.S.! Madalo and I had a great time catching up with family and friends,
celebrating our new marriage, holding lots of new babies, going to San Diego
and Disneyland, celebrating my 30th birthday (my first one back
in the U.S. in 3 years!), and trying to do a little fundraising in the midst of
it all. It was quite the whirlwind and we were thoroughly exhausted by the time
we finally made it back home to Malawi. We needed a vacation after our vacation!
Everyone here in Malawi says we had a great time and were treated well by
everyone back in the U.S. How do they know? Because of all the weight we
gained! Culturally, here in Malawi, gaining weight while away is a sign that
you were well taken care of. Wouldn't it be nice if we thought that
way in the U.S. too?? I've already dropped ten pounds since coming
back!
Although we were tired, I quickly had to get ready for the COTN International
President and founder, Chris Clark to visit Malawi along with his wife and
co-founder, Debbie. The first few days of their visit they were accompanied by
an international board member and his wife, Bruce and Julie Donaho. So far
their visit has been great and they have shared a lot of vision, encouragement,
and training with the staff here in Malawi as well as learned some things from
the Malawi staff. Being the founders, and because in the early days they would
spend months at a time in Malawi, the children, especially the older ones, call
them “Dad Chris” and “Mom Debbie”. It's a unique organization where the
president is also thought of as "Dad" by many of the children!
I feel like I am working with COTN at a key time in its history. Behind are
many years of a small, family-style ministry and ahead it is developing into a
full-fledged international non-profit while still trying to maintain its sense
of family and community. It is definitely a great experience to be part of an
organization as it grows in this way!
One of the many new babies we met, our new nephew, Oliver! |
Madalo has gotten back into the swing of her work at African Bible College
(ABC) Community Clinic. She really enjoys being a nurse; treating and caring
for people as God heals their bodies and spirits. She is such a light to her
patients and fellow staff members, always bringing a smile and encouraging
words to those around her. I’ve heard more than once from some of the “higher
ups” at ABC that she is one of their best nurses!
Much Love,
Jeremy and Madalo
Thursday, January 17, 2013
I Know We Are Where We Are Supposed to Be
1:00am, Tuesday, January 8th. Madalo and I are
asleep in bed. I’m woken by a noise. I quickly gain my senses as I hear the
noise again. It’s an unmistakable noise. “Someone is breaking in.” I tell
Madalo. “Go hide in the bathroom.” She goes with her phone and calls a COTN
staff member who then calls our country director who then calls the police.
I press the panic button which calls a semi-armed security
response company. Unfortunately, they usually take 8-10 minutes to respond. I
go out to the front room where the door is with a metal baseball bat in hand,
turn on the light and call out, “the police and security are on their way!”
They continue their work of breaking the glass panes on the heavy, metal door.
They reach some sort of a steel bar inside and within seconds pry off the
padlock which is supposed to keep us safe. I was surprised at how easily
padlocks can be popped open. The door swings open and I’m facing five men armed
with machetes and clubs. There is still a security gate separating us.
What I would give to have a gun or pepper spray in my hand
to scare them off or incapacitate them with the sting of pepper in their eyes.
But I’m standing there helpless, knowing that within a few seconds they would
also pop the padlock holding the security gate closed. I’m a big guy, I had a
baseball bat. If there were just one or two of them, I probably could have held
them off at the door until help arrived. I quickly made my decision though,
there were at least five and probably more outside. I later learned that there
were in fact close to ten or fifteen altogether so resisting would have proven
dangerous. The lock pops open, the gate swings open, and the men rush into the
house. I set the bat down, hold up my hands and say, “take whatever you want.”
They make quick work of gathering whatever small electronics
they can find. They ended up with two laptops, two cameras, a kindle, some
flash drives, a hard drive, a wallet with my passport, etc. They keep
demanding, “We want dollars” but I keep telling them that I didn't have any. I
gave them whatever local currency we had, which wasn't much but seemed to
pacify them. Searching for more, they overturn drawers, pull up our mattress,
but find nothing else. I spent most of the time standing between them and the
bathroom door where Madalo was hiding, and thankfully they never try to harm me
or get past me to search the bathroom. After gathering what they could, they
quickly make their way out of the house, join their friends outside, and make
their way out of the campus using a hole they had dug in the brick wall. All in
all, they were there for barely 5 minutes.
I walk outside the front door to find one of our security
guards tied at the hands and feet on the grass. I cut him loose. Within
minutes, but still too late, the security response team arrives followed by the
police. They don’t make much of an attempt to search or chase after the
robbers. They take a look around, get some information from me, say they are
sorry that it happened, and tell me to come to the station in the morning to
make a full report.
In the following days, Children of the Nations and Peace
Corps has done a lot to make us feel safe, supported, and helped in the process
of working with the police, reinforcing doors and windows, and upgrading
security systems. We've experienced a lot of warmth and empathy from our
friends, neighbors, and co-workers. A number of our Malawian friends have
experienced similar situations and knew that the worst thing to say in a time
like this is, “It’s okay.” They know that it’s not okay. It’s not okay that
someone broke in and entered your house, threatening your safety and the safety
of your family. They know that trite answers aren't helpful but simply being there
is. Simply offering a visit, a hug, a prayer, and a reassuring smile is enough.
Despite the ugly faces that sometimes rear themselves in this country; it still
remains in my heart and mind, “The Warm Heart of Africa.”
Some may be scared away, back to the relative safety of
American suburbia. In the week that has passed since the break-in however, I
have felt an even stronger resolve to be here. I feel it’s where I’m supposed
to be. Jesus told his disciples not to be surprised when they went through
trials, persecution, hatred, etc. He said, “In this world you will have
trouble.” He didn't say IF you have trouble, he said YOU WILL have trouble. I
believe that when you’re doing the work of Jesus, the enemy doesn't like it. He
does what he can to trip us up, to scare us, to keep us as harmless sheep chomping
on grass in the safety of the fold. On our own, that would be easy for him to
do. Sometimes I think he forgets though, we may be harmless sheep, but we've got one bad-ass shepherd to protect us. A shepherd who has already overcome the
world and he walks with us through every valley with the shadow of death
looming overhead. After all, the best grass isn't in the fold, it’s out in the
hills and pastures, away from the safety of what is familiar.
I have no reason to fear; he is with us and we are where we
are supposed to be.
"I have told you
these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have
trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." –Jesus, John 16:33
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