Pardon my language and my one short little dip into negativity, but I'm so goddamn sick to death of this election I could barf blood forever. I'm sick of 2016 and everyone dying. I'm sick of hearing how messed up and terrible things are. I'm sick of despair. I'm sick of those who seek to exploit my fear for their own gain. I'm sick of those who let their fear be exploited.
But I don't want to talk politics on my own website at all—I'd rather be strung up by my nipples. So I'm going to make it a point in this space, in this year, to share stories of uplift, of courage, of lights shining, of good winning, because sometimes it does. Some of these will be simple things to make you smile. Others will be stories of true and rare valor. Like this one:
The difficulties she faced included death threats. But Kachindamoto simply shrugged them off and reiterated the law.
"I don't care, I don't mind. I've said whatever, we can talk, but these girls will go back to school," she says.
Over the past three years, Kachindamoto has broken up more than 850 marriages, and sent all of the children involved back to school.
Kachindamoto says she often pays for, or finds other sponsors to pay for, the schooling of girls whose parents cannot afford to pay school fees.
Through a network of "secret mothers and secret fathers" in the villages, Kachindamoto checks that parents aren't pulling girls out of school. She sends in outside allies to keep them there.
"I tried to call some girls from town so that they could be role models, so that they could come to [our] schools to talk" about their jobs, she says.
Last year, this included sending Malawi's female MPs to rural schools. The girls in the community suddenly became eager to learn English - the language spoken in parliament.
It's so tempting to turn this into a searing indictment of America's politics. But I'm just going to let it sit there. Read the whole article at Al Jazeera, be inspired, and start looking around for a calling that needs to be answered.