“With the money my mother earned from selling cakes, my father cut a deal with Mangochi and bought one pail of maize. My mother took it to the mill, saved half the flour for us, and used the rest for more cakes. We did this every day, taking enough to eat and selling the rest. It was enough to provide our one blob of nsima each night, along with some pumpkin leaves. It was practically nothing, yet knowing it would be there somehow made the hunger less painful. "As long as we can stay in business," my father said, "we'll make it through. Our profit is that we live.” PovertySurvivalCornFamineMalawi Book:The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind: Creating Currents of Electricity and Hope Source: The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind: Creating Currents of Electricity and Hope
“Maize is just another word for white corn, and by the end of this story, you won't believe how much you know about corn.” AgricultureCornCropsMalawi Book:The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind: Creating Currents of Electricity and Hope Source: The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind: Creating Currents of Electricity and Hope
