Why Malawi?               (unfinished)

Many people have asked me this question. How did it start, how did you know God spoke to you, how did you find the money to go...

Ok, I will tell you. I was an office manager for a number of years, including deputy manager at the Factory Row Centre as it was called then. I was there for about 4 years in total but eventually got bored with being threatened by ungrateful "clients" with guns, knives and baseball bats. I left and started work for a Cornwall company and this involved working in an office in 4 jobcentres, interviewing those who had never had a job in their lives and to try to encourage them into work, which was not welcomed by most. Part of my job was to find temporary work positions for people with special needs. On top of this was the accounts for my own 4 offices that I worked from in 4 different towns. Eventually the work load just grew and grew until one day I had come to the end of my rope and left halfway through the day, I couldn't cope anymore. Then I felt guilty because I was no longer bringing home the dinosaur so to speak, and soon went downhill with depression which I have had for many years.

I started a voluntary job for a few weeks, this has now lasted over 9 years and is still ongoing. But something in my life was missing. Being a Christian I quickly got bored of what had become a boring routine of "church". I realised that life is short, and I wanted to DO something that would benefit others when I am gone. One day the frustration became so unbearable that I decided to do something about it. I drove my car to Dartmoor and climbed onto Haytor rock. It was a sunny day and I could see for miles. I started to shout to God about my frustrations, I shouted at the top of my voice.. "You know the plans you have for me in Jeremiah 29, but it would be really good if you told ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I had some strange looks from the holiday makers who probably thought I had lost the plot but I didn't stop, I was on a mission. After this I went home, and continued to pray, but nothing happened for about 3 months. Then one day I saw an advert in the paper, it was inviting people to come and listen to a team of people who had just returned from Malawi, and they were going to share their experiences. It was really interesting and I was there for about an hour. One man called Gary was sharing about a little boy who followed them around everywhere they went.

He noticed the little boy only had one flip flop, so they nicknamed him "flip flop". The moment he said flip flop I just broke down and cried like never before, right from the heart, I amazed myself because I didn't see it coming. People sat next to me asked if I was ok, I said I was, but for a moment I hadn't understood what had just happened. God had touched my heart for Africa, He has just confirmed my Jeremiah 29. Suddenly I felt such a powerful love for these people that I knew nothing about, and had never met. I just knew that I knew, an amazing and powerful experience. 

I went home and told my wife what had happened, and that I was going to Malawi! After her laughter died down, she said how are you going to go to Africa, we don't have any money. I said I realise this, but I know someone who has - (God). Over the next few months I could think of nothing else, I bought books, tapes, CD's I was hungry to go to this country. I started to talk to some people in Malawi and started to find out what life was like there. Eventually I had made what seemed like some good contacts. (How wrong I was...) Some weeks later my wife and I met up with some friends that we had known for many years and got chatting about what had happened. At the end of the evening our friends gave us a cheque, which I put in my pocket. Walking along the harbour I took out the cheque and nearly fainted. It was for nearly £2000!!!!

Wow! this was a personal confirmation that I was on the right road. So very shortly after this, the plane was booked to go to Malawi. I was intending to go alone even though it was 5000 miles away. My wife's friend Chris who she has known for many years was walking up the road and asked where I was. "He's sitting in the car" she said. He got in the car and to be honest I only knew him by sight. He asked what I was up to, and I told him. he said he would like to come with me, and that he would take photos and video for me, and pay his own airfare. I felt immediately that this was right and said ok. Soon we were on the plane, we stopped off at Nairobi, then on to Kamuzu airport Malawi. when we got off the plane the sun was very warm, and as we walked toward the airport building we saw several black faces, some were waving to us, these were our contacts.

We loaded our cases into a mazda type van and headed towards Mzuzu, which is about 1/2 hour from lake Malawi. The scenery was amazing, with mountains, and men on the sides of the road cutting down vast areas of trees to sell in the market. Many tobacco lorries mostly artics were very overloaded, and 2 or 3 were upside down on the side of the road and several drivers a month are killed because time is money, and speed equals more money. Chris and I arrived in Mzuzu town which was total chaos, and that was just the coach station. Horns blowing constantly and people trying to sell fruit, cakes, biscuits and bottles of coke and fanta to those sitting on the outward bound coaches.

In Malawi the coaches only leave when they are full, which means that you could be sat on the coach for 2 -3 hours in the burning heat. The 5/6 hour journey from Lilongwe where the airport is to Mzuzu costs just £4.00. Chris and I were taken to a brothel, it was a building with many rooms that could be rented for "as long as you need". We stayed there for one night until we could find something else a bit better, which would not be difficult. That night after just arriving, I sat on the very hard bed and at that very moment the devil sat on my shoulder, I could almost hear his voice audibly, it was very real.

"Who do you think you are Roy Maloney, come to save the world, the widows and the Orphans, and spread the Good news, you think you're an evangelist, a missionary for God, just who do you think you are?"

I suddenly felt so low, I said out loud..      "What have I done" I can't do this, yes who do I think I am coming to Africa".... At that moment Chris came into my room, and I said "Don't bother unpacking Chris, I can't do this, I can't stay here for 3 weeks"... Chris said look, you have been in the air for 2 days and a 6 hour van journey, you are exhausted, just sleep on it and we will talk again in the morning. I agreed and sat on the bed. What I had seen in the last hour hadn't helped my situation, honestly unless you see it with your own eyes you would never believe the poverty there. As I sat on the bed I had a thought... how could I expect to come all the way to Africa on a mission from God and not expect to be given a hard time by the devil???? I thought to myself, wake up son, God paid for you to be here, God told you in that meeting that this is where you are supposed to be, and even paid for your flight!.... your Jeremiah 29 remember?

Then I got my Bible and beat the devil round the head with it, I came against him with all I had, and I could almost feel him shrivel back under my feet. I remember laughing out loud as though God had flicked a switch on, reminding me that Greater is He that is in me than that worm. The next day I was woken at 4am by the wailing at the mosque, and I felt like a kid in  a sweet shop, I felt Gods peace, and I couldn't wait to get out into the streets and share the message of Salvation, and to give these people hope..   (The whole story is far too long to write here but I have started to write a book about my personal life which wasn't good, to the fruits of mission)

                                                        Dzaleka Refugee Camp

I was invited to speak at the camp where about 20,000 people from all over the world have taken refuge. It was overseen by UNICEF and was the most poverty stricken place on the planet. The conditions were unbelievable but the people were really warm and friendly. When I was there the sun was baking hot and the open drain that went through the middle of the camp stunk. This was the worst of the worst, and I have seen "worst". I was asked to speak in a church of about 250+ people and afterwards pray for the same.

Most of those who came up for prayer were under the curse of witchcraft, and they had nightmares and women's issues and the children were also having nightmares as they had been told that the devil was going to come to them in the night, it was really bad. I could see the fear on their faces, and had to do something. I spent hours praying for these people and breaking the curses and setting them free through the power of the blood of Jesus. This was draining as there was only me doing it and the queues were long, and again the sun was baking hot every day there. One thing most of these women had in common is that they had been told they would never have children, and several had lost 3 or 4 along the way. I broke this curse and all started to have children in the normal way. (All glory to God)

This camp has now been moved to the other end of Malawi because apparently the president didn't feel safe with so many people living close by. I have visited the camp since everyone moved out, and it's like a ghost town, empty "homes" and shops, piles of bricks ready to build with that will now never be used.. what I saw there one day while the camp was still full of people will stay with me forever, it was that powerful...

It was a Sunday morning church service, a small church with maybe 150 / 180 people including children. The women would arrive in their best clothes of all colours and would be immaculate, how they do this I don't know! The men would turn up with dazzling white collars and shiny shoes.. from a mud hut! The meeting started and singing and dancing all over the church, it was great. These are people who have only the clothes they stand up in and yet they were thanking God "for what they have". When the dancing and singing finished there was a collection. The collection was not like here in the UK where they shove the bag or basket under your nose, but was entirely voluntary.

Soon the basket was full, and 5 pastors from 5 districts were called to the front. The pastor of the church divided ALL of the money as everyone looked on, and gave equal shares to each man. Then he gave them a sack of potatoes each, cabbage, maize, tomatoes, onions, salt, until everything was gone. Each pastor then carried on their backs all that they had been given, and were bent double with the weight of all the goods they had been given. Each took back to their own districts and distributed to their own people. The pastor had given away everything that had been brought into the church..... don't see that here do we?? I asked a pastor, "What about the money and food for the pastor that had just given it all away?" He said..  "because he gives it all away, God will multiply because of his faithfulness of giving to others"....wonderful!

(Churches take note!)

                                                                    Witch doctors

Chris and I filmed some witchdoctors in the market place at Mzuzu, one ran off to hide in his little hut while the other loved the camera and being filmed. I think he thought he was on news at ten, and kept stopping to look down the lens. He explained that the bottles with sticks in and yellow liquid was for stomach aches and headaches and back pain etc. some had things in that we didn't recognise and didn't want to ask. People who cannot afford to go to a real doctor will go to these people and pay for the lotions and potions and probably get a lot worse I would imagine.

 I was on a very long coach journey from Mzuzu to Blantyre, when the coach slowed down due to massive crowds of people, and in the middle of it all was a large roaring fire. Dancing and chanting around the fire were witches waving bones and dressed up in all sorts of costumes and face masks. It was an interesting sight to see but I wouldn't want to stop by for coffee!

                                                                      

The most memorable of all the things I have seen in Malawi are the people eating clay. There was a man sitting on an old blanket, and on the blanket was little piles of clay, some grey and some pink. I asked the man what they were and he laughed and picked some up and started eating it. This is for people who cannot afford to buy food, they eat it and it weighs in the stomach and takes away the hunger pains..... that's poverty!

I was asked to visit this mans home. We walked in the dark for about 15 minutes down an old dried up river bed as there had been floods 2 months before. We eventually got to this mud hut, and I was introduced to the family one at a time. The problem was it was so dark I couldn't see a soul. Eventually I could see the reflection of 4 faces in the glow of a fire that had just about gone out, that was in the middle of the room in a car wheel. The mans wife asked the husband to "turn the light on". He looked for his mobile phone, and turned it onto torch, and that was it.

That was the only light they had EVER had. He took it to work, charged it up, and the family would sit in total darkness until he came home about 10pm. The children did their homework by this light and they had never known any different. I decided that I/we the charity would buy him some solar lights the next day and this is what happened. They were given 3 which lit the whole place up and changed their lives for the better for less than £20. (That's why I do what I do)

The same man said he had a lot of debt. When I asked him how much was a lot he said that he had borrowed £20 from the bank and they wanted £5 interest and that so far it had taken him 2 and a half years to repay as he also helped his neighbour with food from his £20 a month "wages" and was also paying for his wife to do a sewing machine course. I/we the charity paid this debt off immediately. I asked his wife how they were going to buy a sewing machine if they had no money. She told me that they had discussed this and that if they saved for 4 years they could raise the £45 they needed to buy one second hand machine! I/we the charity have promised to buy the family a new machine in September and have it delivered. (This is why I do what I do)

I was talking to a young lady one day and asked her what she does for a living. Nothing she said, I am a qualified tailor, I know how to make school uniforms, dresses and coats etc and I have all the materials I need. I asked why she is not doing it, she said because she does not have a shop. I told her to go into the market and find some prices. The following day I/we the charity paid a £60 deposit on a £20 a month shop right in the middle of the market. Today she is running her own business, and has a another qualified tailor working with her, and is doing really well. (This is why I do what I do)

  

There is so much more I could share, and I probably will if space allows on this website. I am always available to share the amazing things God has done for me and others during my 6 missions to Malawi, so more soon...... Please pray for me as I am preparing to go out there again very soon....thank you, Roy 

 

  

 

 

 

 



                                                                                                        













































































                                        





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