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I had
been in-country for almost a year when my boyfriend decided
to join me in the Peace Corps experience. It all happened
at just the right time because the long distance was getting
tough, but I felt like I had accomplished something by surviving
the first year on my own. My community knew that I had a fiancé
at home and had met him when he came for a two-week visit
six months before. He had met my close PCV friends in that
same visit, so it seemed there would be a smooth transition
of him into my life here in Malawi. We knew that it would
be foolish to assume a blissful life in such drastically different
circumstances. With me one year into my experience, I had
developed a level of patience for Malawians and the way things
move here. Also, I had the Peace Corps training which was
invaluable to in helping me through the adjustment period
and beyond.
In order
for his stay here to be both comfortable and successful, it
was essential for him to be accepted in both the Peace Corps
community and the Malawian community. The Malawian community
was a bit more conditional. I live in a very Christian community
and teach at a mission school, thus we were expected and avidly
persuaded to get married. Fortunately, we were already moving
in that direction and had discussed the possibility before
he came. Now that we are seen as a married couple, there are
assumed gender roles. No one believes or understands how my
husband can cook dinner and do house work and people will
greet him and ignore me etc. Like anything else, a good sense
of humor has been critical. Its also a good opportunity
for cultural exchange. Gender equality is a hot new topic
in Malawi and to see a man cooking while the woman has a daily
job helps them to see examples of it in action.
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