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What was your most inspiring moment in Kenya?

Tuesday, May 14th, 2013

By Sydney Gray (First Fifth Global Advocate)

A couple days ago I spoke with a woman in a coffee shop about my trip to Kenya and the water project.  She asked me what my most inspiring moment was. It wasn’t something I had thought about before, but I knew the answer almost immediately.

A Zambian water kiosk in a peri-urban village.

A Zambian water kiosk in a peri-urban village.

I did a lot of research before I stepped on the plane to Kenya.  Case studies, anecdotal stories, failures, successes… I read everything I could about the creation, development and execution of water projects.  Sounds boring, I’m sure, but I really am a research kind of girl.  And it was a FANTASTIC distraction from fundraising.

We take many things for granted in the developed world (surprise, surprise), from water to education, health care to governmental support, but the one thing I had not considered before I left was the fact that I took information for granted.  More specifically, access to information.  Between the libraries across town and the ready access to internet nearly anywhere in the city, information is literally at the tips of our fingers.  Growing up in the era of the internet, one doesn’t easily consider the impact of such access, and what it would mean not to have it.

In a case study about peri-urban water kiosks in Zambia, I came across the concept of community sensitization.  Often in development, or really in any project, we get so caught up in what I have taken to calling the ‘hardware’ of the project that we forget the all important ‘software’.  The building might be there, but it’s utterly useless if people do not know how to use it, or that it is even there.

The children of Kibos Primary School sensitizing the community on the importance of keeping the river clean, spotted on the way to our water kiosk!

The children of Kibos Primary School sensitizing the community on the importance of keeping the river clean, spotted on the way to our water kiosk!

This might sound irrational, but it’s not.  In a low-income community where electricity is scarce and computers too costly, information must be shared through people.  Word-of-mouth and community meetings are the currency here.  I would say community sensitization is more akin to advertising rolled into an instruction manual.

In Zambia, they accomplished this goal through meetings, drama groups, posters, and public announcements.  In Kenya, we trained a group of Village Resource Persons (VRPs) in health, sanitation, social marketing, and a whole host of skills that will help them teach the members of their community how to use the water and why it’s so important in the first place.

Now this community sensitization program is the perfect example of why it is so important to shut up and listen in this field.  When we were first planning this training and its components, I had an image of these VRPs in the community.  I imagined that these individuals would attend the training and return to their homestead, hopefully taking the initiative to set up plays at their children’s schools, to talk with their extended families and possibly standing up in their community meeting and speaking to the community as a whole.  I did not have the capacity to predict what actually happened.

The training took place over the course of three days.  I was only able to attend the last day when they focused on communication and marketing skills.  I missed their sessions on water, hygiene, municipality structure, and a few things that they started to explain to me but I must abashedly admit that I did not understand.  I do think that the fact that the seminar was in Luo didn’t help.

The VRPs performing a skit to show they can teach a local mama on the importance of clean water.

The VRPs performing a skit to show they can teach a local mama on the importance of clean water.

But as I watched the seminar, I saw the most amazing transformation.  These VRPs were forming a community.  Friendships and partnerships developed as they fostered this sense of dedication and determination to ensure that this water project succeeds.  They developed a committee, voting on the chairperson and the secretary, and planned on future meetings to discuss what they could do to spread what they were learning to their neighbors.

So what was my most inspiring moment in Kenya?  These Kenyans, during this training these VRPs took ownership and spoke of the water project as theirs, as the community’s.  They spoke of how this water project and its success is essential to the vitality of their village.  It was an incredible thing to watch and filled me with so much hope and happiness.

And then I came down with malaria.

Unfortunately I didn’t get to see the end of the seminar  or get to participate with the formation of an action plan as I had my hands full with the clinic’s doctor, but after seeing these men and women in the training, I have no doubt that they will succeed.

Read more at: http://mamamaji.com/2013/05/14/what-was-your-most-inspiring-moment-in-kenya/

Wait, what did you strap to your motobike?

Tuesday, May 14th, 2013

By Sydney Gray (First Fifth Global Advocate)

It has been two weeks since I landed on American soil, a statement I still have a hard time believing when I hear it coming out of my mouth.  Two weeks, half a month since I left Kenya and a whole host of amazing people behind.

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(From left to right) Front: Anastasia, Me, Perpetua, Jael. Back: Erick, Staula, Katrina, Pamela, Monica, Sweetie.

It has also been two weeks since I left malaria behind, and I can’t say I am too upset about that.

In all honesty, I am at a bit of a loss.  While it is certainly not as bad as when I arrived in Kenya, the culture shock here has been disorienting and uncomfortable.  While Southerners are considered the friendliest of the American bunch, people here still get disconcerted when you knock on their door at 7:30 in the morning and plop down on their couch for a 30+ minute conversation (sorry Jessica!).  Southern Hospitality has nothing on day-to-day Kenyan behavior, although I will admit it’s nice not to be waylaid by a Kenyan and end up being an hour late for a meeting.

Incidentally, Americans don’t shake everyone’s hand when they enter a room and people will treat you like a crazy person if you strike up a conversation with a random stranger on the street.

I am adjusting.

I am going to assume that it was empty.

Spotted two days before I left Kenya.  I am going to assume that it was empty.

My last day in Kisumu was quite eventful… well, as eventful as a day in Kenya ever was.  After frantically finishing our packing and attending a farewell lunch at OLPS, Katrina and I said our goodbyes before heading to the airport.  And true to African style, our car was delayed by a muslim burial.  Apparently the men will carry the coffin on foot to the cemetery, heedless of traffic.  At least they didn’t tie it onto the back of a motobike.

I was happy to see that despite my malaria, the progress on the water kiosk was moving along, albeit slowly.  Between the rains impeding supply procurement and a last minute change in the construction plans due to the sheer amount of rainwater dropped on the foundation, construction has been considerably slower than first projected.

Paul, the Kenyan that took over my project management duties when I left, tells me that water will be sold from the kiosk starting Thursday!!!

Coming back to the States, I was able to take a step back and see what we have accomplished.

  • Extension of the water tower up to 27 feet: Check!
  • Raising the damn tank to the top of the tower: Check!
  • Digging the trenches and laying 1.1 kilometers of pipework: Check!
  • Road permit (apparently you need a permit to lay piping across the road): Check!
  • Easements signed for the donated land: Check!
  • Water permit: In progress! (that thing is a BOOK)
  • Kiosk constructed: Half-check!

I think I can safely say that my trip to Kenya was a success.

So what is left?  You ask.  The villagers of Kadiju will have access to clean water this week, so why are you still raising money?

Firstly, the kiosk.

The kiosk the day before I left Kenya.

The kiosk the day before I left Kenya.

All of the initial plumbing will be in place and a basic structure from which the caregivers can sell water.  It is a very basic set-up, but one that will work for now as I continue fundraising to finish it.  It is servicable, with four walls and a ceiling slab, but it still needs to be finished and weatherproofed.

Secondly, the water was only half of this project (albeit the lion’s share).  The other half of this project is focused on the drip-irrigated demonstration garden that will be attached to the kiosk.  This garden will serve as a learning center for the community of Kadiju which is made up primarily of laborers and small business owners.  Farming is an important part of the peri-urban and rural Kenyan life and providing a resource location to teach the village members updated farming techniques is vital in the face of food insecurity.

Monica, the CFO of OLPS, speaking on social marketing.

Monica, the CFO of OLPS, speaking on social marketing.

The last part, and the closest to my heart, is training.  While we have completed the sensitization training on health and sanitation issues, we still are waiting on the funds to host a management training seminar for the caregivers.  These women have dedication and heart, but lack the experience in running a water kiosk business.  While they could do so even without the training, providing them with this seminar will increase the income and sustainability of this water project.  I will talk more about the training in my next blog as I could write so much on it alone!

Needless to say, I won’t be bored in the next three months.  If you know anybody who would want to donate to this project or if you want to host an event, let me know!

Read more at: http://mamamaji.com/2013/05/09/wait-what-did-you-strap-to-your-motobike/

 

Mission Accomplished

Tuesday, May 7th, 2013

By Stephanie Amaya (First Fifth Global Advocate)

Six months ago I was talking about building a home for the kids of St. Timothy’s School. I myself was questioning if I would be able to do such a huge task. Building a home for hundreds of kids to live in seemed like a task far over my head. I trusted my gut and my heart and without fear, well maybe a little bit of fear, I bit the the gun and took a risk of leaving everyone and everything behind on a mission to help others. By far, one of the best decisions I’ve ever made in my life.

I was set out to project manage the construction of a boarding home and found that I wasn’t only working the foundation of a home, I was working on my own personal foundation too. I learned that it’s a slow process that requires patience. It may take a few times to get something right. Someone once told me, two things define you, patience when you have nothing and attitude when you have everything and they’re absolutely right. The most valuable lesson I learned is patience and attitude. It’s all about those two things. My attitude on certain things not all, needed improvement and I was here to tweak that part of my foundation. Patience is something we all have but I wasn’t very good at practicing it. I had no other choice but to be patient when I was on the back of a dala dala in the hot sun squished between two big mama’s plus their carry-ons for two hours trying to get to school (and I used to complain about my one hour commute to work in SF). Things don’t always go as you plan so you can’t get all bent out of shape because of it. It’s not worth you getting all upset. All you’re doing is creating tension in your own world and environment. Attitude. This will make or break someone. Your outlook on life etc, is based on not only your perception on things but also on your attitude when perceiving. I could have been miserable complaining the whole time hating the world for being stuck for all eternity on the dala dala trying to get to school, but instead I laughed and thought how hilarious I looked, I’m sure, drenched in sweat in the middle of these two big mama’s on this almost broke down dala dala in the middle of Africa. Patience and attitude is everything.

Building a home for the kids of St. Timothy’s has been the best accomplishment, ever. I took on the project when only the foundation and the roof was built. The process of getting the home move-in ready indeed took three months time. None of the rooms had been plastered, none of the flooring had been done, the bathrooms were just rooms, and the plumbing and electricity was not set up. Three months later we have running water, 8 fully plastered rooms, the bathrooms set with running water to the toilets, sinks, and showers, 3 huge septic tanks in place, and electricity running throughout the whole house. The home was done and ready for the kids right before my departure back to the US. I was excited and overjoyed to physically help and see the kids move in.

Move in day was a long eventful day. We all started (kids included of course!) with moving the bed frames out of all the rooms loading piece by piece into the hired truck.

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After, we moved the mattresses and whatever accessories the kids had out of the caterpillar house onto the trucks, did a last round check to ensure we had everything, and we were off to the boarding home. Some in the truck and most in the school bus. As we rode off, the kids looked almost relieved to have peacefully ended their chapter at the caterpillar house and to begin a new one at the boarding home. When we touched down, we immediately got to work. Unloading frame by frame, mattress by mattress, suitcase by suitcase. Some of the teachers were putting the frames together, while others instructed the kids on what to do and where to go. After a good few hours, the kids were settled. The beds in place with sheets and mosquito nets in place. Suitcases all lined up ready to be unpacked. The kids looked so eager and proud. They looked at me with huge smiles on their faces, asking me “teacher, what do you think?” I replied, “amazing, this is all too amazing!”

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The reward for my hard work wasn’t getting a pat on my back from Pastor James, nor was it getting a blessing from Beatrice, it was seeing the kids faces when they moved in. The joy I saw in their little faces to have a place of their own. A room to themselves with their own bathrooms and showers. They had the space to play, to run around, to be free, to be kids. The caterpillar house was a great home to them but it had things that 80 kids lack, space to play outside and space to move around in their own rooms. Seeing the kids after the move running around freely, happily, playing in the playground, going down the slide, swinging in the swings at sunset. That was my reward. I comprehended completely why the kids needed out of the caterpillar house and onto school grounds. I did it. I gave 80 kids a place they can finally call home. They all taught me something about themselves and about me. They all inspired so much light and made me appreciate truly what I have been given. An opportunity to change the life of children doesn’t come often, and here I was a California girl making a difference. A huge difference for that matter. I will never forget the kids of St. Timothy’s School. They will forever have a place in my heart. The boda boda (motorcycle) came to drive me back home to Soweto. he kids ran to me saying their good bye’s giving me hugs and high fives.

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As I left for the day, I felt full. I felt overwhelmed with a sense of accomplishment where for the first time ever, I actually DID something. My whole reason and existence for being here is now complete. I’m not talking about scoring some high ranking position at a top 500 company or finally getting the car of my dreams. No, I actually did something to change the lives of young, talented, motivated, smart, full of light kids. Something I think I have become addicted to. A dream so far fetched I once had of changing the world isn’t so out there anymore. It has become my reality.

Want to be part of this? http://www.stayclassy.org/fundraise?fcid=217169

Read more at: http://stephamaya-smith.tumblr.com/post/49428059387/mission-accomplished

 

Home for three weeks…

Tuesday, May 7th, 2013

So I’ve been home for 3 weeks…

By Juliette Pont (First Fifth Global Advocate)

…and now it’s time for me to go back to Ghana. It is so obvious, ever since I stepped out of the airport in Switzerland I have been sick. From a simple cold to the flue to bronchia to an astonishing mix of them all. The weather is not helping either, with an average of 6 days of rain per week I am back where you can say : “we have too much water, stop it now ! Seriously ! “.

I am certainly not over complaining about the weather (even if right now the sun is shinning) but let’s move on to this :

Before :

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A quick way to show you those magnificent poles and the amazing work that has been done ! The meter has arrived now meaning that the whole building is connected !

This is very unfortunate for me because it means that no one is coming by the volunteer house anymore and so when I skype with Nana (UHCC secretary), I can only speak with Nana. ;)

I really miss everyone and if I wasn’t homesick in Ghana, I am for sure Ghanasick at home. I have learned so much there is no comparison that can be made. I know now new advocates are going to work harder than I did and commit themselves to this wonderful community. I am jealous of course because they get to start this life changing program when I get to finish it… They will spend 3 months in Africa, discovering beautiful landscapes and beautiful hearts but more importantly they will grow as tall as the poles they help raising, as strong as the buildings they help building.

To finish, I would like to introduce you to this new blog :http://fromtheretohere.tumblr.com

Named after Dr. Seuss quote :

“From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere!” I will be posting there my favorite photos for as long as I have new photos to post (then I’ll have no other choice than going back to Bawjiase to snap some new ones ;) )

Don’t forget www.stayclassy.org/juliette if you wish to help, it’s never too late!

 

Read more at: http://togetherwearegolden.tumblr.com/post/49429231784/so-ive-been-home-for-3-weeks

Inspired

Tuesday, April 30th, 2013

By Stephanie Amaya (First Fifth Global Advocate)

One of the most difficult things I’ve had to do thus far is not adjusting to the African lifestyle, it has not even been leaving my home, family and friends behind (though it was tough, I admit), it has been the key focus of all nonprofits: fundraising. Being present in Africa and adjusting to the lifestyle here, I have become an observer of the local people, culture, beliefs, traditions, and habits. Everyone so very colorful, happy, simple, embracing, charming, and creative. This is reflected in the jewelry, footwear, art work, clothing and the list goes on.

Literally, my inspiration. I thought it would be a brilliant idea to somehow offer local African made items to the states. How could I possibly do that? My wheels started turning and through brainstorming with ex-housemates, I came up with the idea of having an online website where I could post pictures of locally made artisan items. People need to see the wonderful things Tanzania has to offer. Authentic, quality, original, one of a kind items that are all hand-made by local communities and artists. It was the perfect way to connect the US and Africa where I would be helping out the local communities and local shops and at the same time fundraise where the profits made will go to my project at St. Timothy’s Boarding Home. I was on a mission to find the best things Moshi has to offer. This was the fun part. I met local business owners and local artists who became more than just business partners, we became friends. It was a quid pro quo type of situation. I then had a thought, it would be absolutely amazing if there was a way to get to the source directly. Where I could interact with the local communities where these businesses get their merchandise from.

How was I to do that? I thought to myself, “well if it’s meant to happen, then it will.” And it did.

Things in life sometimes can be serendipitous. I believe that every single person that you happen to meet serves a purpose in your life, whether small or big. We had two girls from Canada living in Abu Dhabi come stay with us. We befriended each other and immediately became a tripod. On a hot day, after work, we decided to go to the pool in town for a little R and R. We were poolside talking when this tall guy with a quite impressive mustache walks in and sits down to the left of us. We eventually started to talk and found out that they were three British doctors traveling by car from England to South Africa and they were currently passing through Tanzania. We hung out, talked, and decided to have a big group dinner inviting all of our friends the next day. We ended up being a group of 10 having nyoma choma (African BBQ) at Chagga Grill. They then told us they had met an expat the previous night who had invited them to his house party. They suggested we go, and obviously, we all went. There I met so many interesting people from different parts of the world. I also met a girl who is working with a local Maasai group in Msitu Wa Tembo.

Exactly the person I needed to meet!

She invited me to go to her workshop on the following Saturday and of course I agreed. We met at the truck stop at around 2pm. The idea was to get on the back of a truck and take it through the TPC plantation to the village. We stood there with a box of tomato seedlings each that we were going to give to the mama’s to plant at their home. Finally a truck worthy enough of our presence showed up and we hopped onto the back along with 15 other people. It was a hot day and thankfully I wore sunblock though I wish I had brought my glasses to keep the dust and particles from getting into my eyes. It was a bumpy and dusty 45 minute ride through the plantation. I had never seen the whole plantation, only the beginning part when I’d go to St. Timothy’s School. I was impressed at how beautiful, green, and well maintained it was. Even the roads were smoothly paved. To my surprise, the plantation is almost like a small town, with houses, a hospital, and a post office for its employees.

Finally, we reached the end of the plantation and cross a small narrow bridge over a river. I look to the horizon and see a beautiful trail of blue mountains. We reach the village and jump off the truck and walk over to the community meeting spot. I was excited to meet the Maasai woman for the first time. When they see me, I can equally see the excitement on their faces to be meeting me. They all walk up and embrace me, greeting me and shaking my hand one at a time. I couldn’t believe I was there meeting all these exotic women from one of the biggest tribes in Africa.

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They were all so colorful and had amazing pieces of jewelry. I wanted all of it! They took out the jewelry they had and started dressing me in it. I became their dress up doll. We all laughed and who I assume to be the tribal mama leader kept holding my hand and talking to me in Swahili. After three months of living here I know a little bit of Swahili but definitely not enough to speak fluently but somehow we understood each other. I was invited to their home to meet their community out in a rural part. It was a long walk from town, but I didn’t care. We walked through the green fields with the blue mountains staring right at us. Huge baobob trees were all around us and I saw flora I hadn’t seen before.

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We started off with just three of us and as we progressed into the field to the Maasai village we kept expanding. We had two Maasai girls and a grandmother walking with us along with a few dogs. We reach the village. It was impressive to see first hand their living conditions. They lived in nature, in hut houses, with the most minimal things. Everything they needed they had and nothing more. image

They would spend their days herding the animals, taking care of the little ones, and making jewelry. Quite the simple life, and I appreciated every bit of it. They showed me their jewelry with such pride and confidence, by far these pieces were the nicest I had yet to see. It was exactly what I had been looking for but I couldn’t find it at the local shops. I bought a few pieces and I told them I had an idea of using Maasai fabric to make scarfs and they suggested I return on Wednesday since that’s when the market is open. I agreed, and left with a huge smile on my face, my idea was becoming a reality.
My website is up and running and I have all kinds of different artisan Maasai items including the scarfs I had made. All items are a direct donation to my current project at St. Timothy’s School. Feel free to browse around! https://tzheritage.blogspot.com
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Make a change in these women’s lives, donate now!

Read more at: http://stephamaya-smith.tumblr.com/post/48918348434/inspired

Not Just Classrooms

Tuesday, April 30th, 2013

By Martina Tomassini (First Fifth Global Advocate)

Teaching kids about gardening and water conservation, while feeding them healthy, organic veggies for lunch? Yes, it’s happening!

Thanks to a partnership with the Yes to Seed FundSt. Timothy’s Primary School is the first school in the Kilimanjaro region to have a drip irrigation garden to feed its students and teach them about gardening and water conservation! Yes, it is the same skin & hair care company that many of you know for its yummy fragrances and organic content: Yes To Carrots.

Photo: © MT/Mama Hope – Getting ready!

Photo: © MT/Mama Hope – Getting ready!

How does it work?

Mix hundreds of eager students with 850 square feet of fertile land, a few handfuls of local seeds, several meters of drip irrigation pipes and voilà: you have a healthy recipe for a successful environmental & educational project. And It’s fun too! The kids love helping in the garden and can’t wait to get more involved with the school environmental club as soon next semester starts. The environmental club will teach them basics about water conservation, gardening, crops, sustainable agriculture techniques as well as nutrition. This way, while students learn about theory in the classroom in the morning, in the afternoon they can put it into practice, get their hands dirty by weeding, mulching and harvesting and have fun! With the help of teachers, students take care of the garden and the vegetables harvested supplement their daily lunch programme.

Talking about teachers, I spoke with teacher Beatrice the other day, who told me how working in the garden every day is helping her a lot. Not long ago she was diagnosed with high blood pressure but since she started working in the garden she’s had no problems and her blood pressure levels are back to normal. What a welcome side effect of the school garden!

Photo © MT/Mama Hope – Teacher Beatrice planting spinach seeds!

Photo © MT/Mama Hope – Teacher Beatrice planting spinach seeds

The garden currently grows kale, onions, cabbage and spinach. Each leafy vegetable crop can beharvested once a week for three to five months before replacing them with new seedlings. Along the pathways of the garden we are planting drought-resistant papaya, avocado, mango and passion fruit trees! Vegetables and other crops are chosen based on different factors like nutrients, market scarcity and profitability. For example, kale is too expensive at the market? Then, we can grow it ourselves! And if we grow more than we need, we’ll sell it to buy cheaper items we don’t have land to grow, like corn or wheat. Genius.

Meshak, 13, puts it in plain words, ‘I like the garden…it is so good! I like the fact that we can get some money for the school by selling extra vegetables that are grown here! My favourite is spinach!

Drip irrigation

Simply put, drip irrigation is a water delivery method that saves water and grows healthier crops by dripping the exact amount of water needed, directly to the root system. This is done through narrow pipes with little holes, which are positioned just above each seed. The garden manager opens the gate valve and water drips for a fixed amount of time, exactly where it’s needed – as opposed to flushing the whole plot with a sprinkler.

Photo: © MT/Mama Hope – Drip irrigation pipes

Photo: © MT/Mama Hope – Drip irrigation pipes

We spent a couple of days preparing the land, connecting the pipes and laying them out so that the pipes would be straight and the holes face downwards – the city girl in me stepped aside and let me enjoy the process. A lot! It must be said, though, that the lion’ share of the work was brilliantly executed by our environmentalist extraordinaire Rocky Muuri and Mama Hope’s pillar Tom Veazy.

Photo: © MT/Mama Hope – Dig deeper! Work harder!

Photo: © MT/Mama Hope – Dig deeper! Work harder!

Both the village leader and the academic director have shared with me their concerns about the weather changing and the soil becoming drier and drier. In fact, the biggest problem that the village leader identified for Newland, the village where the school is located, is maji: water. Over the past 20 years, Sub-Saharan areas like the Kilimanjaro region in Tanzania have been affected by severe droughts which, together with deforestation, affect water supply and food production. Setting up water-saving drip irrigation gardens in areas where water is scarce? Makes sense.

Why does this matter?

Educational tool, food source and income generator – this is the drip irrigation garden, in a nutshell. And this is why it’so relevant to St. Timothy’s School. The school relies on tuition fees paid by its students as its main source of funding: attracting more students thanks to the garden, and to more classrooms, has an incredible long-term positive impact on the school’s sustainability. As Alex, 12, sums up, ’Our garden is a good garden! It has fertile soil that helps vegetables grow. And it is an incentive for additional children to come to our school. Also, it attracts people’s attention. For example, somebody is passing by but, when they look at our garden, they have to stop and look closer. And they say, what’s this? Beautiful!’

Photo: © MT/Mama Hope – Thriving spinach & kale

Photo: © MT/Mama Hope – Thriving spinach & kale

Alex told me his favourite vegetable is Chinese cabbage. ‘When the cooks prepare it it’s so good we lick our fingers…’ A finger-licking drip irrigation garden is what I call an exceptional garden. This is a drop in Tanzania too. This is not just classrooms…

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Learn more at:  http://adropintanzania.wordpress.com/2013/04/24/not-just-classrooms/

The home stretch… mired in the long rains.

Thursday, April 18th, 2013

By Sydney Gray (First Fifth Global Advocate)

Seven days. Just seven days until I fly home.  When did that happen? The last three months somehow almost crawled and sped by, reminding me more of the matatus that speed through stretches of road only to slam on the breaks at a junction where we proceed to wait, and wait. Oh right, African time.

Once all the materials are in place, construction can happen VERY QUICKLY in Kenya.
Once all the materials are in place, construction can happen VERY QUICKLY in Kenya.

In a previous blog I wondered what else could possibly go wrong?  Well, nothing went wrong, per say, but none of the Kenyans thought to let the mzungu in on what is common knowledge.  During the long rains, transportation along dirt roads becomes… tricky.  It is completely feasible and entirely likely that a lorry filled with 8 tons of construction materials will become irrevocably mired in mud. Have I mentioned that it’s been quite damp here in Kenya? It took several days and two different sizes of tractor to get it out, so the current estimate for the arrival of clean water in Kadiju is next Tuesday, the same day I leave.  I am keeping my fingers crossed! The water tower is just about complete!  The only part remaining is some plastering to make the columns pretty which was interrupted by a funeral (something that happens disturbingly often).

We've come a long way, baby!
We’ve come a long way, baby!

The tank we raised is now FULL! with a whopping 10 tons of water on that tower.  I now understand why it has taken so much time, effort and sheer engineering to get this water tower up. I am not sure how I feel about only having a week left here in Kisumu.  I am certainly homesick after three months away and I am looking forward to seeing everyone back at home, but I can’t imagine no longer living here or working with these amazing people. One step at a time.  First, finish the kiosk.  On the 23rd, get on the plane home.  Then and only then am I allowed to start missing Kenya.

Read more: http://mamamaji.com/2013/04/17/the-home-stretch-mired-in-the-long-rains/

Power outages & the elasticity of time

Thursday, April 18th, 2013

By Katrina Boratko (First Fifth Global Advocate)

The power at the OLPS office went out again today.  Supposedly Kenya Power was fixing some felled poles, but no one knew for sure.  This doesn’t happen often, but when it does the general productivity level tends to drop off.  By lunchtime, those of us who haven’t fled for internet cafes or to the field escape the hot, stagnant air in our offices and congregate in plastic chairs under the tent in the center of the compound.  We talk politics, debate about religion and culture, discuss local news, brag about the successes of friends and family members or commiserate about the illness or loss of a loved one.

Enjoying moments like these has never come naturally to me.  As anyone who knows me well can attest, I’m chronically over-scheduled, short on time and always late for something.  I’ve never been one to casually drop by a friends house to chat, with no intention, purpose or end-game in mind.  Life in Kenya is teaching me me to appreciate the connection you can make with someone when waiting for a meeting to begin, a bus to arrive, a meal to be ready, or the power to come back on.  I’m learning to relish these opportunities, though at first all of the waiting made it seem like time was flowing like molasses.

And while many of the days in Kenya have felt like my longest, somehow it seems like only yesterday that I touched down in Kisumu.

I have five more days until my flight back to the states, and I’m constantly wavering between unbridled excitement to return to my life in San Francisco and deep reluctance to leave this place and the people that have taught me so much, especially since I have no idea when I’ll be able to return.

I know I will spend the next week running around like a chicken with my head cut off – visiting the Rescue Center and the gardens, meeting with contractors, planning for the future of my projects, packing, figuring out travel logistics, planning fundraising events, grant-writing and attempting to find a job back home.  In the midst of all of this, I need to remember to take a breath, sit back and enjoy the last few days I have here, with the people who have brought me so much joy.

I’m glad the power went out today. 

Read more from Katrina at: http://katrinakisumu.tumblr.com/

A Note from our Sponsor, Erick Aluru, Kenya Program Director

Tuesday, April 9th, 2013

As part of our Stop the Pity. Unlock the Potential movement, we are committed to connecting our partners directly to you. We want our readers to know about the potential we witness everyday and we want it to be heard directly from the people we serve. Below is a story from Erick Ochieng’ Aluru, the Program Facilitator at OLPS (Our Lady of Perpetual Support) in Kisumu, Kenya. 

“I have been working as a mentor and facilitator with Our Lady of Perpetual Support for people living with HIV/AIDS and orphans since 2006. I am a proud product of intense mentorship. Having lost my dad in 1997 through a tragic road accident, life took a dramatic turn. No one in my family was prepared for this. Were it not for the psychological counseling and subsequent mentorship from OLPS’ team, I would not have made it this far. I later learned that part of the process of this mentorship was facilitated by one generous lady whose name I can’t remember, but one I later learned was the reason behind the founding of Mama Hope, (Stephanie Moore).

I have to admit that providing mentorship to children made vulnerable due to devastating effects of HIV/AIDS among other factors comes with important challenges, especially due to the compelling needs of such children such as education, food, shelter/care, healthcare etc. Talking to a child is one thing, actualizing what you discussed is another thing. I joined OLPS with a strong desire to make a difference in the lives of children who go through what my family went through. I realized I made the right choice since behind OLPS were other partners who were willing to help vulnerable children pursue their dreams. Mama Hope was one of these partners and has remained a steady and understanding partner for as long as I can remember.

Mama Hope support has evolved from proving direct support to individuals in need to providing the means for such individuals to personally take charge of their lives in a sustainable manner. I have been part of the process that will ensure that children in great danger of abuse are housed in a rescue center with the capacity to care and rehabilitate 25 children at a particular time. The current community water and sanitation project is intended to provide safe and clean water to over 2,000 community members, as well as sustainable agriculture and environmental education through a demonstration garden ran by OLPS and two local primary schools. These projects leave a bright smile on my face and gladden my heart. I look at them with immeasurable joy.”

- Erick Ochieng’ Aluru, Program Facilitator-OLPS

Erick is currently facilitating 4 separate projects in Kisumu with the help of OLPS staff. His flexibility and patience is unlimited despite our varied, often immediate requests. We feel so lucky to partner with him and OLPS. He is an inspiration to everyone at Mama Hope. 

Stop the Pity:  http://stopthepity.org/

Read more about one OLPS project at: http://www.mamahope.org/kisumu-rescue-center/

Safari: an unforgettable experience

Tuesday, April 9th, 2013

By Stephanie Amaya-Smith (First Fifth Global Advocate)

My home away from home, like I previously mentioned, always has people passing through. I have met some exceptional people living in this household. I had been wanting to do a safari to Ngorongoro Crater since I’ve heard so many great things about it. Each time I tried, timing was off and it simply didn’t work out. Then I met Carina, a journalist from southern California, who was on her journey traveling through Africa and onward to Southeast Asia documenting her experiences and people she encounters along the way. It was downtime at the St. Timothy’s and she was going on an overnight safari to Ngorongoro Crater passing through Lake Manyara. It was the perfect opportunity for me to go on this overnight expedition.

Our journey started at 8:30am on headed to Arusha which is the next major town about an hour away from Moshi. I really enjoy Arusha each time I go. It’s more city like with lots of commerce, people, and of course traffic. It’s a lively place very green with parks and such. We passed through the town stocked up on water at the supermarket. We went to the nearest cafe for an iced chococoffee and we were on our way. After about an hour and a half drive we reached Lake Manyara. It was everything I had been longing for. It was a big beautiful lake with green everywhere. Green trees, green hills, green landscapes, everything was so green! I fell in love. We saw baboons picking the bugs off each other, colorful exotic birds, monkeys, zebras, elephants, wilder beasts, giraffes which here in Africa two types exist, the yellow ones we are all used to seeing and a darker brown version which are known as Maasai giraffes, and hippos. We were on a mission to find simbas (lions in Swahili) but as we ascended into the jungle like forest we were attacked by the tsetse fly.Not just one, many! The tsetse fly is only found in sub-Saharan Africa and is known to carry the sleeping sickness disease. Out of all the vaccinations I had to get before coming to Africa, this was not one of them. The sleeping sickness happens in  two stages.

The first stage consists of fever, headaches, joint pains, and itching. Fever is intermittent, with attacks lasting from a day to a week, separated by intervals of a few days to a month or longer. Invasion of the circulatory and lymphatic systems by the parasite is associated with severe swelling of the lymph nodes often to tremendous sizes.

The second stage begins when the parasite invades the central nervous system. This causes disruption of the sleep cycle. Infected individuals experience a disorganized and fragmented 24-hour rhythm of the sleep-wake cycle, resulting in daytime sleep episodes and nighttime periods of wakefulness. Its effects are mental, emotional, and physical leading to a coma then to organ failure and death if not treated. You can imagine how freaked out Carina and I were. I took off my shoe and started killing every single one that would come into our vehicle. It was almost as if we had a whole tsetse safari in our car! I can’t remember how many I killed but each one bled the blood they had sucked out of some poor human.

Thankfully, Carina and I were not bitten but our driver Amini was not so lucky. As he was driving one flew on him and he slammed on the breaks. He was looking everywhere for it but we couldn’t find it. I was ready shoe in hand and all waiting for the attack. Carina screams, “it’s on his head!” and I scream to Amini, “can I kill it on your head?!” He said no because he knew the concussion I was about to give him had he said yes. I refrained, sat down and watched him as he tried getting the fly out of the car. No luck though, he ended up getting bit. He’s ok and alive. No sleeping sickness for him. We decided that was our call to go to our lodging site and chill for the rest of the day. Killing all of those tsetse flies took all the energy out of me. We stopped by a bar and had a well-deserved beer on the way to the lodging site.

Read more at: http://stephamaya-smith.tumblr.com/post/47478266695/safari-an-unforgettable-experience

Recovery: Judith’s Story

Tuesday, April 2nd, 2013

By Katrina Boratko (First Fifth Global Advocate)

Trauma requires rehabilitation. While this is an obvious statement, I don’t think the reality of it hit me until I learned more about Judith. Now she is 12 years old, and since I met her I have only known Judith as a sweet girl who loves to ride bikes, shoot hoops and run around with other neighborhood kids. She’s a little shy, but willing to give you a big smile or an unexpected laugh once you’ve earned her trust. But it turns out she’s come a long, long way.

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Anastasia, the founder and director of OLPS, took Judith in six years ago. Judith’s mother had died, and she had been living with her abusive father. From the first night, Anastasia and Judith have had to work together through a number of developmental and behavioral issues. At first, she couldn’t sleep through the night and she interacted badly with other children. She would play with the gas burners in the kitchen, almost causing house fires when she ran away scared as the flames rose too high. She wasn’t growing, mentally or physically, as fast as she should have.

While talking to Anastasia in her office one afternoon, she told me that she had to “learn to love, to care, to train, to be a real mother” to help Judith overcome her past, and grow into the happy, funny girl she is now. She is doing well in her new school, and last time I visited her she showed me her “model walk,” pretending she was showing off the latest fashions.

Many of the orphans and vulnerable children that OLPS works with have been through a lot in their small number of years, and recovery takes a great deal of attention, time and dedication. Caring for these kids can be very difficult, especially if they are placed with families who don’t understand how to help them.

When the Rescue Center is finished, it will be a place where children like Judith can get the rehabilitation and treatment they need to learn to interact positively with the world around them. Trained counselors and full-time staff will be available to provide care, compassion, and healthcare expertise.

DONATE NOW, and we can give these these kids the time and space they need to heal and to grow.

Read more and follow Katrina at: http://katrinakisumu.tumblr.com/

Pamela’s Story: Giving is as good as receiving.

Friday, March 22nd, 2013

By Sydney Gray (First Fifth Advocate)

I could hear the chink, chink of metal hitting dirt as I sat down on the afghan covered chair.  Leaning forward to look out the door, I could see the men by the road, digging trenches.

These trenches are the first step necessary to lay the pipes and bring the water from the borehole to the new kiosk that we’re building on Pamela’s land.

Pamela found it hilarious that I was having problems with my camera.

Pamela found it hilarious that I was having problems with my camera.

Pamela lives directly on the main road, centrally located within the village of Kadiju.  A water kiosk on her land means bringing potable water to a greater number of people in the community.  Her generous offer will impact thousands of lives.

Sitting back in the chair, I focused my attention back onto Pamela.  In a community where growing your own food is essential to survival, land is a precious commodity.  I wanted to know why Pamela gave up a piece of her land so that we could build a water kiosk.  She gave me a smile and answered.

“Giving is as good as receiving.  You cannot receive without first giving.”

I smiled.

She cannot tell me her age nor does she remember when she was born.  But she does know the ages of all four of her children.  Her youngest, Donato, is 10 years old and not her child by birth.  His mother gave birth to him in Pamela’s house, shortly before leaving him orphaned.  Despite being recently widowed with three children still in the house, she took Donato into her family.

Elliot and Donato, two of Pamela's children.

Elliot and Donato, two of Pamela’s children.

Pamela’s days are spent in the garden, exhausting work for a woman who believes she is over 50.  The majority of her income is made through her land, growing vegetables to sell for income and keeping goats for milk.

But vegetables need water, as do goats and children, so several times a day she must walk over a kilometer to a hand pumped station at an old borehole, pump water and then bring it home.

She admitted that it is very exhausting and becomes more difficult as the years pass.

The breeze blew in through her open door with the scent of dirt and goat, causing me to sneeze.  She laughed.  I smiled ruefully before asking her how she expected the access to clean water to affect her life.  The answer was so simple, and it never would have occurred to me.

Income generation.

Without any irrigation systems, all of the vegetables Pamela grows are hand-watered.  During the dry season this means walking to fetch enough water every day for the entire garden.  If the water was closer, she could grow more produce to sell.  With Donato’s school fees to pay and a leak in her roof to repair, water will mean a change in her whole world.

Pamela knows so much about giving, and I hope that with kiosk she will soon know much about receiving too.

Help Pamela bring water to her community by building a kiosk on the land she so incredibly donated.  Donate and help us reach our $2,000 World Water Day goal!

Read more about Sydney’s real time experience in Kisumu, Kenya at: http://mamamaji.com/

Back in Africa and back in Love!

Friday, February 15th, 2013

Hi Friends,

I am writing you from Kisumu, Kenya! It’s my fourth year back and feels like I have never left. Upon arriving I was welcomed with open arms from Anastasia (my Kenyan mother), the OLPS staff, and many friends. Every year seems to get better as my network grows bigger and stronger. Mama Hope has now completed twenty two projects with seven projects in process. We are continually expanding and reaching out to more communities to provide basic human rights such as clean water, health care and education.

Unlike any of my previous years, this trip is very special. This time I am traveling without Nyla, Founding Director of Mama Hope, and Bryce, our amazing photo journalist. Instead, I am traveling with Thomas who has been an absolute delight so far! Most people know Mama Hope as just Nyla and I, two crazy ladies who are networking machines and always the ones to start the dance party, but Thomas is the third leg to Mama Hope’s tripod. It takes a special type of man to put up with Nyla and I, but he does it wonderfully. He has been working with us for two years as our Program Director and has been instrumental in the development of Mama Hope’s new International Development Training Institute called First Fifth.

Thomas and I setting up our sleeping quarters / mobile office on the living room floor in the First Fifth apartment.

Mama Hope has been working on the development of First Fifth for the past two years, it was just launched in October 2012 and is the reason for my trip to Africa. To give you a quick overview, First Fifth is a nine month fellowship that provides career training on the ground experience and all the necessary tools to jump-start a career in International Development; while making a true impact on a community in Africa. Each fellow, what we are terming Global Advocate, is required to raise $20,000 towards a project; one which they will work on with the community to plan, oversee and implement. Pretty cool right?

I used to joke around saying that we created this program because Nyla and I wanted to clone ourselves, but it’s really true!  I feel so lucky to be in Africa, doing the work I love, because it is luck that got me here. It’s quite a challenge to have a career in the international development sector. For those who are not familiar with my story, I’ll tell you the short version.

I had volunteered for international organizations throughout college and have always had a passion for Africa. I graduated from UC Davis ready to change the world! The spark that had been ignited quickly went out when I found that the only jobs I could get with non-profits were unpaid internships, where I would be stuck filing papers and sending thank-you notes. This was incredibly disheartening.  I knew I was capable of so much more, but no one would give me a chance with my lack of hands-on experience. Needing to support myself, I took a corporate job that I began to greatly detest. It was very lucrative, a job most were envious of, but I found myself lost and in a major depression. I saved up money, mustered the courage to quit my job and gave myself time and space to figure out what I wanted to do with my career and how to get my foot in the door. I was close to giving up on my dream when I sent my energy out to the to the universe and with a little luck and a lot of serendipity, I ended up meeting my business partner, Nyla… and well, the rest is history! I am so thankful for her mentorship and the opportunity to partner with her. And now I want to give the same opportunity to others so they can pursue their dreams.

Not only will this institute give opportunities for college graduates to make an impact on thousands of lives in Africa while boosting their resume so they can enter into a career they are passionate about, this will also allow Mama Hope to scale. Mama Hope has successfully completed twenty projects in five countries, with just the three of us. Think about the impact we could make if there were eight of us or eighteen.

Our first class of global advocates consists of five rockstar ladies. They have been placed at our project sites in East and West Africa. This trip I will be visiting four of them. Tom and I are here to make introductions, mentor them, get them acclimated, on the ground logistics in place and to ensure their project management is running smoothly.  For the past two years the development of this program has taken first priority and basically consumed my life (in a good way), so to see it finally launched is like having a baby and wanting to keep it close to you. This trip to Africa has already surpassed my expectations and I am so proud of these ladies who are giving so much of themselves to make sure these projects become a reality.

I visited two advocates this week, Katrina Borakto and Sydney Gray. Katrina is 24,  graduated from Santa Clara University with a B.S. in Political Science and African Studies and currently lives in San Francisco. Four months into the program, Katrina has raised over $12,000 towards completing the Children’s Rescue Center, a rehabilitation home that will provide safety, food security and education  to hundreds of children in the years to come. To learn more about her project visit http://www.stayclassy.org/fundraise?fcid=217166.

Katrina and Sydney meeting with the Wandiege Water Company for the initial planning of the water kiosk expansion, which will bring clean water to the communities surrounding Chiga district.

Sydney is a UC Berkeley graduate with a B.S. in Molecular and Environmental Biology. Sydney currently lives in New Orleans, Louisiana and joined First Fifth to pursue her dream of finding a balance between the needs of a thriving community and the environment they inhabit. She is working on the Chiga Water Project extension which will bring fresh water and sanitation education to 10,000+ people in the Chiga community of Kenya. She has raised almost $8,000 towards her goal. To support her/this project visit: http://www.stayclassy.org/mamamaji

I have spent the past week living with and shadowing these amazing ladies. They are loving Kenya! I am so impressed with all they have accomplished at the project sites and how they’ve already become so close with the communities. This experience has reinforced how important and necessary it is to engage within the community. We are incubating the next generation of international development entrepreneurs and the time is now.  I am confident Katrina and Sydney will reach their fundraising goals, complete their projects and go on to do many amazing things in the world! This is their first stepping stone.

Katrina and Sydney spending time with the ladies at the caregivers garden. As you can see, they have become like family to these ladies who manage and maintain a Mama Hope sponsored food security garden. This garden provides food to 700+ people in the community.

It’s been so humbling and inspiring to share the experiences with Katrina and Sydney. It reminds me of my first time in Africa of all the little things that made me fall in love in the first place. On Sunday, I depart for Tanzania to visit two of our global advocates stationed there and I can’t wait to see their accomplishments. More updates to follow soon.

 

With love,

Amy

Standing room only for Mama Hope Supporters

Monday, February 11th, 2013

By Andrew Shaffer and Brianna Russell

Every month a group of Tuesday Night Writers gets together for their Pints & Prose fundraising event at Peri’s Bar in Fairfax, California to read original pieces of fiction and short stories and to raise money for women a world away. In their small corner of the world, these American writers are hopeful about the impact they can make in another small corner of the world, Kisumu, Kenya where their monthly donations reach the Stephanie Moore Women’s Group. These Kisumu women are the heads of their households and run their own businesses in order to support their families thanks in part to contributions from the Pints & Prose fundraiser.

Stephanie Moore led writing groups and taught dance classes mainly out of her home for years before she passed away in 2006. The Tuesday Night Writers include Cyndi Cady, Amanda Conran, Chris Cole, David Winton, Jill Tidman, John Phillip, Jon Wells, Tom Joyce and Tanya Egan Gibson. This group has remained together and motivated to continue what they learned from Stephanie, creating a sort of writer’s support group with the goal of carrying on her spirit. “She would never do anything half way, it wasn’t just send $25 a month to Bernard in Kenya, she wanted to know his grades, then about his mother and family, and then about the women in his village” recalled Cyndi.

In their monthly meetings these writers also raise money for Mama Hope, a non-profit started by Stephanie’s daughter, Nyla Rodgers. In an effort to recover from the loss of her mother, Nyla traveled to Kenya to meet a young man whose education her mother had sponsored. When she arrived, however, she was surprised to meet hundreds of people that were helped by her mother. Realizing the impact that a single person can have, Nyla founded Mama Hope to honor and continue her mother’s work.

Stephanie proved to us all that one person can in fact make a difference in the world. This year marks the third anniversary of Pints & Prose, whose meetings now pack the bar full, often leaving standing room only for those that come to show their support and carry on Stephanie’s legacy.

There is no doubt that the number of people touched by Stephanie and Mama Hope is forever growing. According to Cyndi, “It was important to her so it is important to us, Stephanie is ‘Mama Hope’.”

You can find more information about the Tuesday Night Writers on Facebook.

For more information about Mama Hope’s work, click here.

Second Week in Photos

Sunday, August 26th, 2012

Hussan and Baboo wait for their team to be called to the starting line at the St. Timothy’s Olympics in Moshi, Tanzania. © Bryce Yukio Adolphson, 2012

Tempers flare as Shadrock and Alex duke it out under the banners of their adopted countries during the St. Timothy’s Olympics. © Bryce Yukio Adolphson, 2012

James Nathaniel address the St. Timothy’s School student body on their final day of the semester. © Bryce Yukio Adolphson, 2012

Nyla and teacher Mercy help to organize the Tanzania team for the St. Timothy’s Olympics. © Bryce Yukio Adolphson, 2012

Students wait in line for the new St. Timothy’s school bus. © Bryce Yukio Adolphson, 2012

Making the best of a broken down bus during a field trip at Arusha National Park. © Bryce Yukio Adolphson, 2012

The kids and staff get to see themselves for the first time in Mama Hope’s Stop the Pity videos. © Bryce Yukio Adolphson, 2012

Nyla and the St. Timothy kids instant messaging with their friends in the U.S. © Bryce Yukio Adolphson, 2012

Eunice’s Wish. Granted.

Thursday, August 9th, 2012

Every day Gratefulness.org sends me a quote of the day.  The first thing I do when I wake up is read this quote and I find that often it sets the tone for the day. This is the quote that was sent to me on Monday.

“However much concerned I was at the problem of misery in the world; I never let myself get lost in broodings over it. I always held firmly to the thought that each one of us can do a little to bring some portion of it to an end.”  -Dr. Albert Schweitzer

When I read this quote I knew that Monday would be a very special day.

The night before, after an 8 hour bus ride from Nairobi, we arrived here in Kisumu, Kenya.  I was just here in February launching the Chiga Water Project and now we are here again to see it completed and eventually bring water to over 30,000 people. On Monday morning we went to the garden to meet the Women Caregiver Group who are the stewards of this project.  The minute that we drove up they started dancing and singing.  I was relieved because I thought for sure they would be mad at us because it has taken so long to finish this project.   Instead they were holding our hands and thanking us for returning.

Women Caregiver Group meeting in Chiga.

The women lead us over to a grove of trees and started a community meeting .  Anastasia Juma, the Director of our partner here in Kisumu, Our Lady of Perpetual Support (OLPS), welcomed us and made all the normal introductions and then she opened the floor for anyone to share with the group.

The first woman that stood up was a woman named Eunice.  She told all of us that on Friday her house burned down and she lost everything except the clothes on her back.  She is a widow but has four children who are 2, 4, 6 and 12 and now she is trying to figure out how to take care of them after they have lost everything.  She said that she prays we can help her with a new home so that she can rebuild her life.

After she sat down another woman named Francesca stood up and said, “We have heard this woman.  She is our sister.  And we are a special group that takes care of each other.  All of us need to go home and look at what we have and bring only those things that we love to help her.” All the women nodded in agreement. Then Anastasia started organizing.  “Who of you can bring clothes for the 2 year old?”  Hands went up.  “Who of you will bring clothes for the 6 year old?” Hands went up again.  How about dishes?  Who will bring her dishes?”  Again hands went up.  Soon everyone had offered to bring some item of theirs to help Eunice start over. As the meeting came to a close it was decided that everyone would return on Wednesday with their items for Eunice.

I sat there with tears in my eyes.  I was inspired by the courage of Eunice to share her problems with the group and ask for help and also moved by the willingness of all of the other women who are already struggling themselves and on average caring for eight children to give away the little they have to help her family.  I was so happy to be surrounded by people that were ready to do whatever they could to ensure that a member of their community was not suffering.

Later Amy, Anastasia and I met to discuss the issue of the new house. It would be a simple mud and tin roofed home, which would cost about $500 to build.  We asked Anastasia what she thought because we wanted to provide the funds to build the home but we do not normally help individuals, we focus on communities. Anastasia decided it was a priority to build the new home and since OLPS builds home for their people we would just give the money anonymously and she would tell Eunice that the community and OLPS came together to support her.

On Wednesday, the day the women were meeting to bring things to Eunice, I woke up and read this quote of the day. It said:

“Make a gift of your life and lift all…by being kind, considerate, forgiving, and compassionate at all times, in all places, and under all conditions, with everyone as well as yourself. This is the greatest gift anyone can give.
-David R. Hawkins

That afternoon we headed to the garden to meet the women. When we arrived the sky was darkening with rain clouds and the sound of thunder was in the distance.  The women were under the trees dressed in Sunday’s best and they all were carrying their gift for Eunice in plastic bags. She sat in the middle of them all beaming.

Eunice receiving her gifts from the women as it starts to rain.

One by one they came up to give their gifts to her.  There were clothes for all the children, shoes, pots, dishes, bedding, food and even money.  The minute the gifts were finished being given out the gray clouds opened above us and it started to pour. One of the women stated, “This rain is seen as a blessing but we must run home”. We all helped Eunice gather her gifts and then they all ran home laughing, singing and dancing in the pouring rain. As Eunice walked away proudly with all of her gifts on her head tucked away in a table cloth she had a new sense of ease about her. She grabbed my hand and told me, “God will always provide and here my friends will support me.”

I think of the images that are usually put out there of poor helpless Africans and then I think, “Where are these helpless Africans?” Every person I’ve met during my visits all over Africa are strong willed, driven and committed to taking care of their family and community with whatever skills they possess.  I am constantly inspired by the way the community comes together to make sure everyone is cared for. It is something I wish was highlighted more by all organizations who work here. They have to also witness and see it as much as we do because it is impossible to miss.  It is built into the fabric and culture of the African people.  Later that night, Anastasia sums up this selfless giving perfectly with one of her own awe inspiring quotes. “Whatever little you have, you give. We must take care of those who are the neediest because they are us and we are them.”

Eunice going home in the rain with all of her gifts on her head and a chance to rebuild her new home.

Two Days. Eight Schools

Thursday, July 26th, 2012

As I travel around Africa, I see potential everywhere.  Everyone is an entrepreneur and thirsty for knowledge and always looking for ways to improve their communities and then their own lives.  No one wants to live on handouts. They are all determined to make a sustainable future for their families.

In the beginning of the year Mama Hope formed a partnership with Yes to Carrots to create the Yes to Hope Garden project where we are providing the funding  to build school gardens throughout Africa.  These schools in Africa are then partnered with schools in America who also have gardens and the students work together virtually to teach each other about gardening and protecting their environments.  In February, we made this little video that shows the unique partnership of these schools.

Ngeya School Environmental Club gardening

For the last week we have been at Comfort The Children International (CTC) in Maai Mahiu, Kenya , scouting schools to partner with for the next Yes to Hope food gardens.  Maai Mahiu is where our first garden was built at Ngeya Primary School and now it is thriving and supplementing the school meals of over 1800 children daily.  Our goal is to get this program into 5 more schools by the end of the 2012.  During the last two days, we have visited over 8 diverse schools throughout the county.   We visited schools that were one room school houses with 11 students and large schools with more than 110 students to a room.  No matter the size of the school one thing was apparent that the key to a good education is proper nutrition.

Namcha Secondary Students. There are 11 students at this school.

Maai Mahiu Secondary School. There are 110 kids in this classroom.

At each school we visited Amy, Bryce and I fall into the background leaving the assessment of the schools to our community partner CTC.  We did not want to create expectation of American funding so we sat quiet like shadows and listened to each headmaster as they were interviewed by Rocky Muri, CTC’s Environmental Director.

At each interview his first question is, “Does your school have a feeding program?”  The answers to this question are varied.  At Karima Primary, the Headmaster told us that the food that was given to them by an aid organization had run out last week.  He took us to meet their cook who was just sitting outside the outdoor kitchen with nothing to do since she had nothing to cook for the 456 students that attended the school.  “You see,” he told us, “education is really important but in order for students to learn they need food or they can’t concentrate on anything but their hunger.  We have a lot of students who only come to school so they can get their one meal a day and now they are not here because we do not have lunch for them.”

Most of the schools that we visited already had active Environmental Clubs but did not have the resources for a food garden even though they had the space.  When we drove up to Maai Mahiu Primary School it was obvious that they had an active environmental club because the school grounds were landscaped with trees and flowers.  The proud headmaster told us, “The environmental club plants and cares for these trees.  And in a few years this school will be green.”

Maai Mahiu Primary students on break

The headmaster at Namcha Primary School (550 students) was very interested in how the garden could be used as a demonstration plot to teach the greater community about agriculture.  Namcha Primary school is down in the Great Rift Valley in Maasai land.  The Masaai are traditionally herders and their diet mainly consists of meat and milk.  Sai Toti, the Deputy Mayor of Namcha, explained to us, “We are not farmers and when the dry season comes our animals starve and then we also have nothing to eat and this creates a dangerous cycle.”  He told us, “If the school is given a garden we will use it to teach the community how to grow a variety of food and hopefully, over time, it will allow our people and animals to no longer go hungry.”

Hanging out with the students from Namcha Primary School

At each school, Rocky always ended on the same question, “If you had a school garden how would you sustain it?”  All the headmasters had the same solution.  They said they would save the seedlings from the previous harvest to plant for the next season and that they would sell the surplus vegetables and put a portion of the profit into an account for maintenance, expansion and sustainability.

The last two days have reinforced in me again how important it is to listen and allow people to envision their own solutions to their needs and design projects that will solve these problems.  Even though all the gardens will have the same goal, to supplement the daily meal of students, the actual gardens will be as diverse as the schools they are built in.  I loved being a fly on the wall in these interviews and I am so excited that these gardens, in the true African way, will be used to not only improve the lives of the students but also the nutrition of the whole entire community.

Call Me Hope: Behind the Scenes in Africa

Saturday, December 3rd, 2011

130 Participants!  72 Locations!  2 Continents!  2 minutes and 15 seconds long!

Call Me Hope is the second video in our Stop the Pity. Unlock the Potential Campaign which began with Alex Presents: Commando.  With this piece we wanted to push the theme of interconnectedness from observational to participatory.  We wanted to bring our friends and family in Africa into collaboration with their U.S. counterparts.

To the right are the people we live, laugh and work with on a daily basis in Africa.  Program directors, project beneficiaries, and neighbors… they are our dear friends and partners in Mama Hope’s mission.  To the left are the Americans that form our other Mama Hope community… resilient, forward-thinking, committed and involved individuals joining the movement to change the stereotypes that have blanketed an entire continent since guilt-based fundraising took over the development world.

Mama Hope Founding Director Nyla Rodgers works with Call Me Hope co-director Joe Sabia in the back of the Impala Express
Mama Hope Founding Director Nyla Rodgers works with Call Me Hope co-director Joe Sabia in the back of the Impala Express (Photo by Bryce Yukio Adolphson)

The idea for the Call Me Hope video was born in the back of bus near the border of Kenya and Tanzania this last July.  My colleague Joe Sabia (digital artist and filmmaker) and I were wolfing down nadazi pastries and playing mental ping-pong with Stop the Pity campaign ideas.  We’d amassed a lot of outlines exploring perceived contrasts and hidden similarities between our African and American communities, but hadn’t fully tapped into the energy that each of these communities exude.  Our Mama Hope partners on both continents needed to have a say in the project and to actively participate in its creation rather than act as displays to be captured and presented. After much deliberation and many samosas, the trifecta of our film concept emerged:

1. Call and Response

In Africa, it’s hard for us to finish a community meeting without a call and response song session.  Back in the States, YouTube is swamped with people singing along with their favorite songs.  It is a universal concept.  Done.

2. Split Screen
Naturally we couldn’t bring both sides together, so we needed to facilitate some sort of interaction (ideally clever). All the better if we could film people in their natural Africa/U.S. settings and have them match up.

3. Paul Simon
Honestly, we were tossing around some pretty ho-hum ideas until Nyla Rodgers, Mama Hope’s Founding Director, threw her unending love of Paul Simon’s Graceland and “You Can Call Me Al” into the mix.  It was the obvious choice both in tone and meaning (far outweighing Gary Numan’s 1979 hit “Cars”).

Gracie at the Moshi Girls Vocational School in Moshi, Tanzania. (Photo by Bryce Yukio Adolphson)

We started our Call Me Hope journey by assembling a team for this past summer’s Stop the Pity campaign: Nyla; Joe; and myself, Mama Hope Visual journalist and Founding Member, Bryce Yukio Adolphson.  We tasked ourselves with expanding the scope of what nonprofit video content could be.  In line with our Stop the Pity message, we aimed to show the direct opposite of helplessness and hopelessness.  We needed to present the truth that we experienced in Africa: capable individuals full of potential.

Each African community had a different take on the project.  Participants in the urban areas got it right off.  Like most of us here in the States, the idea of acting for the camera is fairly ingrained into their culture.  From Facebook to the movies, they’ve seen and experienced just as much as we have.  About 60% of our friends in the film actually knew the song and perked up immediately upon hearing it.  Our rural partners were different.  The idea of participating in a way that went beyond allowing access to their lives and a few interviews took some explaining.  Having worked with Mama Hope for the past five years, they were perfectly accepting of me and my camera.  Their trust was earned, but how best to explain what we were up to?

We eventually took to carrying around a rough cut on my phone.  Everyone would crowd around watching video footage of people singing Paul Simon’s lines and, of course, children dancing.  The smiles were infectious.  People instantly understood the message and their involvement.  Afterwards, it became difficult to put a cap on the number of participants lining up (there’ll be a much much longer cut when we go back next year).

Bryce Yukio Adolphson reviewing footage with community partners Amathe and Lucy in Kambi Garba, Kenya. (Photo by Amy Vaninetti
Bryce Yukio Adolphson reviewing footage with community partners Amathe and Lucy in Kambi Garba, Kenya. (Photo by Amy Vaninetti)

Ultimately, Call Me Hope became a family album.  It’s a cross-section of our projects and personal experiences.  Not just of this year, but of the relationships reaching back to 2006 when Nyla first met our oldest partners.  We feel this video is the truest representation of these relationships we have.  From the schools to the gardens to the shops, everyone involved is an equal partner.  They are who we are: our hope and potential intertwined.

Special thanks to Mama Hope Operations Director Amy Vaninetti for her constant outreach & bubble letter skills and Raffi Marty for his chalkboard-lifting biceps.

Stay tuned for our “Behind the Scenes in the U.S.” post!