"In Malawi, we say these people are “grooving” through life, just living off
small ganyu and having no real plan. I started worrying that I would become like them, that one day the windmill project would lose its excitement or become too difficult to maintain, and all my ambitions would fade into the maize rows. Forgetting dreams is easy. To fight that kind of
darkness, I kept returning to the
library every week."