It is Malawi’s wet season and neatly dressed worshippers are spilling out from church. {Couples}, arm-in-arm, dodge potholes as they progress down the road. The migration strikes previous garments retailers and bars, shedding stragglers to afternoon consuming, till it meets a airplane of dust, the place 1000’s await a soccer match. A skinny movie of mud kicked up by the gamers settles on the churchgoers’ pale gown shirts and floral skirts. The scene seems to be like a typical Sunday. However in Dzaleka, a camp that has held refugees from central African wars since 1994, there’s a distinction: individuals are not resting after a tough week of labor.