The priceless truth

On Saturday I went together with Mozambican @Verdade to the outskirts of Maputo to take part in the distribution of their weekly newspaper. I had been talking to the director of the paper on twitter the day before and he asked me if I would like to come along to see what a distribution looks like, and meet the people who read the paper. So I did.

“A Verdade não tem preço!” Somebody shouted as we drove by in our little tuk-tuk.

“The truth has no price” – which is the slogan of the journal, referring both to the truth as such, and to the newspaper.

@Verdade means “The truth” and it costs nothing. It is distributed with tuk-tuks that drive around the slums and suburbs of Maputo, delivering the paper to people who reach out to grab a copy. People come running, often whistle a little tune to get your attention, get a copy, look you in the eyes and always say thank you. They want this information and they want you to know that they are appreciating it.

Old men, young women with babies, security guards, women carrying baskets with fruit on their heads, young people reaching out from the windows of cars and buses, anbody can get a copy – except the youngest one’s. It was exciting to see the scope of the kinds of people who wanted their copy of the newspaper, and I couldn’t help but wondering what the literacy rate was in the places we went – it didn’t look very promising. But whatever these people’s ability to read well actually is, @Verdade seems to be the only thing a lot of people get to read at all, and it might be their only soure of outside information.

The newspaper is written in fairly simple portuguese with a loud politically oppositional voice, a lot of participatory journalism and articles often focusing on social issues of high imporance to the development of Mozambique. I looked through the issue that we were distributing and it had a big article about how to easily protect babies from malnutrition, which is one of the biggest problems here in Mozambique. So I wouldn’t say the literacy rate is a big obstacle, because if only one person can read and tell the other’s what it’s all about, or if the schooled children get to read for their parents in the evening – it’s still great. And people who can’t read well get to really try and practice. Maybe learn.

Launched in 2008, the newspaper has a distribution of 50,000 per issue and is the most read weekly journal in Mozambique. It was very touching to see how much people actually wanted to read the news. They knew we were coming, they knew who we were, and when we were going back through an area we had already been to, you could see everybody with their heads down, reading. Or maybe at least looking at the pictures.

Tequila Sunrise & Freedom

I want to share a sound with you.

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It’s the sound of watching the sun go down after spending a long day at the beach. Accompanied by a glass of cold white wine and the feeling of being perfectly in balance. Tired and happy. Sunglasses still on, watching the sea calm down while your toes press against fine sand. This is the moment when the last rays of sun kiss your warm skin good bye, followed by a soothing evening breeze that invites your mind and body to sway.

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My very good and talented friend has just shared this inspiring 2 track EP with me. It will be released on the 1st of April but you can listen to it below.

Trying to describe what I was hearing made me think of yesterday’s beautiful trip to a beach outside Maputo. I was also reminded of many of the previous moments I’ve spent on a beach, staring into a sunset. Some of them in the company of this artist.
I didn’t have any soundtrack for these moments until now, but this is obviously it – and it goes straight into my iPod.
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Girls being women

I met this girl in Mafalala, she is 17 years old and the name of her little son is Antonio.

In Mozambique, 56% of the girls get married before the age of 18. These marriages are a clear obstacle to the development of the society and have serious consequences for the health and well being of young girls.

I was asked whether a marriage with a much older man (which usually is the case here) couldn’t be the choice of the girl herself. Of course, in many cases it is the girl and her family who decide that the time to become married has come. The reason for this is the social and financial protection that the girl can recieve from a man when her family isn’t capable of providing her with it.

The first and most predictable problem is that the girl becomes very inferior to her husband simply because of the age difference, putting her at risk to physical, psychological and sexual abuse. The girl is taken out of school making it impossible for her to complete her education. A girl who is too young to give birth is likely to suffer from very serious complications if she does so anyway and the intercourse between an adult man and a young girl puts her at a very high risk of contracting HIV. There are many dangers and wrongs with turning girls into women before they are mature, educated and ready.

On the occasion of International Women’s Day 2012, the Swedish Embassy in Maputo has published a call to the end of early marriages in Mozambique. Please read by clicking it below, and feel free to share.

Introducing: My Maputo home

Here’s a video I did last month of my place here in Maputo. I have decided that filming the apartments I live in now will become a rule, as I realised it would have been great to have little clips of my old places in Warsaw and Barcelona. I sometimes watch the one from Copenhagen that I uploaded just days before leaving it. This time I’m not very worried about unexpected visitors and stalkers as I am quite far away – so I’m showing you the video of the home that I will continue living in for a couple of months ahead, with glimpses of two out of my three great roomies in it. Enjoy!