At Iris Malawi, we have rescued children who have no surviving parents or able guardians to care for them. They come home to live in a family with Malawian House Parents. 97% of fatherless and motherless children do not attend school in Malawi. However, Iris Primary School is making a small dent in that statistic for our children here in Southern Malawi.
We now have 33 Iris Children who have graduated Standard 8 from Iris Primary School and have moved to boarding Secondary Schools around Blantyre, Malawi. Secondary School is an expense that Iris Malawi cannot afford on its own. If you are interested in sponsoring a Secondary Student please email us.
Currently, Malawi is facing a severe shortage of food. People are lining up overnight to receive a 10kg bag of maize at a reduced rate. Many are eating once a day, and children and the elderly are always the most affected. If you would like to help provide food, please designate your donation 'disaster relief in Malawi'.
by Joanna Morrison When we first we moved to Malawi, I hand-washed our clothes for about a week. After that I quickly found someone to help me, but I continued to wash our underwear by hand. Now I can hear the hum of our washing machine as I write. It was too hard for me.
by Joanna Morrison, January 2013 My cousin Anisa arrived yesterday from Canada. Today, we head out for a walking tour. I thought you might like to come along. Outside our house, we meet several younger children. Their school day is over, and today they are playing in puddles. We walk into the courtyard between our
by Joanna Morrison Christmas at Iris begins early. Since products come and go in the shops, we tend to pick up gifts as we see them throughout the year and put them away in the container, marked clearly Christmas. As we unpacked the recent container and I came across boxes of beautiful t-shirts or jackets,
Written by Joanna Morrison I drove to Dyeratu with Chrissy, Aisa, and Dorothy, faithful women and courageous friends. As we turned off the main road we found the pastor waiting for us. His crisp clean shirt and smile gave him away. He climbed in and led us to his church. When we arrived, crowds of
Written and photographed by Joanna Morrison We loaded the flatbed truck with our suitcases, water for 2 weeks, the generator and speakers, and then added 25 people. Our first drive covered familiar roads until we passed through Blantyre, and then through the central region, to Ncheu. We took a short cut across rough dirt roads