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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/

 

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/

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.

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.

Where it all began

Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009

Bernard and I, 2006

This originally is a letter that I sent out to my friends and family but I have been urged to share it on the blog as well.

-Nyla

As I write to you I am sitting on the porch of my hotel in Kisumu. This is the same hotel that in April of 2006, I shared a dinner with Bernard and talked about his dreams for the future. So much has changed since then. First, Bernard is no longer a boy but a man whose dreams are now within his grasp. Second, this is now my fourth time in Kenya and instead of it just being 3 months after my mother passed away it has been years. And it is only now that I am truly starting to understand how I ended up here in the first place.

I am here in Kisumu. Where it all began. Where 3 months after my mother died I came here to meet Bernard, the orphan that she sponsored. Not really knowing why but just following my instinct that when I got here things would fall into place. And they did to a certain extent. I met Bernard, learned about the project that my mother funded at OLPS-Neema that helped hundreds of women and out of this experience sparked the inspiration for Mama Hope. But what I have learned now is that this really is just the surface story. There is actually so much more.

A couple days ago, while driving with Bernard and Anastasia, the founder of OLPS-Neema, I asked her to tell me a little bit more about how my mother contacted her. She said one day in 2003 she just got a call from my mother and in true Stephanie Moore fashion, she just launched into her pitch. “Hi, I am Stephanie Moore. I am Bernard Olando’s sponsor. I want to help the young women in your community who are losing their parents to AIDS to become self sufficient? I saw a special about this on TV about how these women end up needing to take up prostitution to support their siblings and I want to help prevent this. You see I have a daughter and I hope that if anything happened to me she would be able to be self sufficient…and so on…and so on…..etc.” Once Anastasia could get a word in she told my mother that it was her dream “to start a program to teach these women how to run their own businesses.” Then she told my mom how much she needed to raise to start it. She said that my mother answered confidently, “Give me two weeks!” And so began a wonderful relationship where my mother would call Anastasia, ask her what she needed, then raise the money from her friends and send the funds to Kenya to help these young women.

Time went on and at the end of 2005 Anastasia got a very different call, “Anastasia, I have some bad news. I am very sick and I don’t think I will be around much longer. But I have a daughter and I promise that she will not abandon you and Bernard.” This was the very last time they spoke.

Anastasia told me that she had a beautiful picture of my mother who she said looked like a very young woman and so she thought for sure that the daughter must still be a young girl. She said that after that call she just prayed for the girl; that her whole community prayed that she would be alright. She told me that she wished to bring that girl into her home and care for her.

So four months later when I called her she thought it was a miracle. And a few weeks later when I showed up at her door in Kenya to meet Bernard she was so shocked to see a young woman who looked so similar to her picture of Stephanie Moore. She told me, “you know when you arrived and you were crying, and my whole staff was crying too. It was tears of joy because we knew that you had made it home.”

I want to point out that up until now I KNEW NONE OF THIS. My mother never told me of her promise to Anastasia. I didn’t go to Kenya to fulfill some destiny. I just saw it as an opportunity to meet Bernard and escape from my life in California and everything that reminded me of my terrible loss. Little did I know that what I was escaping to would eventually be the thing that healed my grief.

I remember now how I felt when I showed up; totally defeated and hopeless. The day before I met Anastasia and Bernard for the first time I was sitting on the porch of this very same hotel by myself. Cursing the universe. Asking why the hell I was in Kenya? How could my mother’s death ever have any meaning? How was I ever really to have faith again? I did not know that it would be renewed the very next day by meeting the people that my mother helped and inspiring me to create something so special in her absence.

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The Women's group during a drip irrigation training in 2009

So today, I am meeting with Anastasia to launch a garden in her community to honor another mother, named Rita Rose. Through Mama Hope a young girl named Mimi Rose contacted me who also lost her young beautiful mother to cancer and decided to fundraise in her memory. The Rita Rose Garden is going to help 100 women, (the very same women my mother helped, who are no longer girls but now mother’s themselves) have a sustainable source of nutrition for their children.

And in two weeks Bernard begins Medical Training College. We were so excited when he got the call with us on Saturday and learned that he was the only student accepted from his high school and that he also got a $1,000 scholarship. I know my mother is beaming with pride!

Bernard and I, 2009

I have no idea why I woke up this morning to write this to you. I think I just wanted to share that the universe works in strange ways. People might leave us but it seems that love is something that can connect us beyond the boundaries of death in the most miraculous ways and that sometimes when you think you are completely lost you are just on another path home.

Three Takes on Community Gardens

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009

-Bryce

The Ngeya Training Garden in Maai Maihu, Kenya

The Ngeya Training Garden in Maai Maihu, Kenya

Since leaving Tanzania, Nyla and I have been traveling throughout Kenya helping to implement drip irrigation projects with communities in Mai Mahiu, Isiolo and Kisumu. Earlier this year Mama Hope received a grant from the William Zimmerman Foundation to launch these gardens. Initially, we thought of doing a single pilot “Demonstration Garden” that we could replicate in all three communities. Though, in typical Mama Hope fashion, the gardens have evolved according to the needs of our partner communities. Jargon? Yes, but it’s true. Single template solutions only seem to work on paper. Here is a brief rundown of the three different approaches to the gardens. We’ll have more about their progress as time moves on.

Comfort the Children, Maai Mahiu, The Rift Valley

The Enviroment Club in their training garden at Ngeya Primary School.

The Enviroment Club in their training garden at Ngeya Primary School.

First stop was up in the Rift Valley about an hour north of Nairobi. Small buses whine up steep hills, pass broken guard rails, overlooking the expanse of the Rift Valley. Up the hills towards the town, volcanic ash mixes in with the farm lands and winds roar up the town’s main strip stinging the face and the clouding the eyes. Our partner project here is Comfort the Children International (CTC), an American based, but locally run organization working to create sustainable project models for local community based organizations.

Earlier in 2009 when Mama Hope first received the funds from the William Zimmerman Foundation we gave CTC a project grant to start a youth run Demonstration Garden. Currently, the garden is in its third harvest and will continue to produce year-round through the use of drip irrigation. It’s run by the local primary school’s Environmental Club. Mostly the group consists of coy quick-witted children between the ages of 7 and 14 who are taught an amazing amount of farming knowledge by their teacher, simply known as “Rocky”. Every Tuesday after school the Environmental Club meets to discuss the logistics of running the garden and on Thursdays they work in teams to maintain the garden.

Rocky going through his student's notepads in Maai Maihu.

Rocky going through his student's notepads in Maai Maihu.

The approach here is simple. Educate and work with the children to install and maintain the irrigation systems through lessons and practical activities, then involve the children’s parents in the training in an effort to spread the knowledge of the drip irrigation systems to the local community.

Wind of Hope, Isiolo, Kaisut Desert

The beginnings of the Wind of Hope Pilot Greenhouse

The beginnings of the Wind of Hope Pilot Greenhouse

8 hours away in Isiolo is our original partner project Wind of Hope in the Arid (WOHA). It’s a worn and dusty town surrounded by safari destinations. WOHA is an HIV/AIDS Community Based Program struggling through a particularly severe drought to feed its community. Four days ago we heard a story about a 79 year old man being repeatedly robbed by his neighbors for his food relief.

James Sunday helps to clear space for the greenhouse.

James Sunday helps to clear space for the greenhouse.

We had planned to help organize for a youth drip irrigat CTC, but food insecurity lead the youion program similar toth to decide on a smaller more easily guarded project that would better utilize the little water resources they have. It was decided that a drip irrigated greenhouse should be constructed and used as a demonstration for the community of ways to conserve water and to provide better yields during drought periods. Also when the rains come the water can be harvested from gutters on the roof into water tanks.

Within an afternoon the greenhouse had been plotted and the land cleared completely by the youth. They also organized for building materials, soil, and skilled labor to help them construct the timber. Currently, they are documenting the project themselves through a camera and computer class Nyla and I have been teaching them.

Our Lady of Perpetual Support, Kisumu, Lake Victoria

Anastasia, OLPS director, (right) consults garden plans with the local community.

Anastasia, OLPS director, (right) consults garden plans with the local community.

Coming up to western Kenya is a bit deceiving. It’s green and after being in a drought in the desert it was a shock to our system to arrive in a rain storm that could have doubled as a monsoon. Kisumu sits on the shores of one of the biggest fresh water lakes in the world. A 15 minute cab ride away from the city reveals tired farms and dried up fields of corn. It’s green, sure, but once you get away from the city water sources, food security is entirely dependent on very undependable rainfall.

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Our project partner Our Lady of Perpetual Support for People Living with HIV/AIDS (OLPS) does exactly as the name suggests. They are a community run program offering health care, home based care gardens and an orphanage. Their basic mission is supporting children from conception on. As the founding director, Anastasia states, “It is not enough to simply feed a child. They must be fed and educated, so they may do the same for others.”

Planting Kail during a drip irrigation training.

Planting Kale during a drip irrigation training.

The project here has come together as drip irrigation training for 100 female home based caregivers taking care of orphans (most have been widowed by HIV/AIDS). They are to revamp a 3 acre garden with easily replicable drip irrigation systems. OLPS’s goal by the end of the year is that these methods are adopted by the women for use in their home gardens. The women’s hope is that the produce from the garden will be used to supplement the food supply for an elementary school that is across the street from the project.