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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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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/

Kwaheri Kenya

Tuesday, April 23rd, 2013

By Sydney Gray (First Fifth Global Advocate)

I really should know better than to ask what else could go wrong.

This is actually a pretty good depiction of how I have been feeling for the last week.

This is actually a pretty good depiction of how I have been feeling for the last week.

I know the stereotype… the protagonist in a novel goes through a ridiculous series of missteps and then makes the mistake of saying, “Well what else can possibly go wrong?”  And off course in the very next chapter her house mysteriously explodes.  The source?  A previously unknown gas main that happened to be stepped on by a random horse inciting a slow leakage that wouldn’t have been a problem except that it was a bit too close to a backfiring car.

Well, my house didn’t explode, thankfully, but I have now had the ‘true’ African experience and have been laid up for the last half week with malaria.

It snuck up on me in a matter of a couple of hours last week and suddenly I was down for the count, alternating between cold and hot sweats and wishing that someone would put me out of my misery.

Incidentally, Katrina came down with it for the second time in two weeks a whopping 12 hours after I did.  We were oh-so-attractively rolling around on the concrete floor in front of the fan for a couple of hours the first night.

I don’t recommend the experience.

I am well now, just in time for my flight (if barely).  Tomorrow afternoon I will board Kenya Airways from Kisumu, leaving Kenya behind for my home country.  Much has been accomplished here, and so much remains, from fundraising another $10,000 to finishing the kiosk and providing the caregivers with training… but it has been an amazing experience that has certainly changed me, hopefully into a better person.

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Read more at: http://mamamaji.com/2013/04/22/kwaheri-kenya/

Donate to Mama Hope’s Chiga Water Kiosk Project here: http://www.stayclassy.org/fundraise?fcid=216785

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.

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.

Lion King

Monday, May 21st, 2012

Lion King. That’s what I knew about Kenya before I came. Zazu, Rafiki, Simba—hakuna matata. Having been to Zambia, I understood some of the broad strokes of a continent but nothing particular about a very different people, culture, and history.

Opening scene:  pride rock jettisons out over the rich plains populated with savannah animals. “Asante Sana, squashed banana,” sings Rafiki,the wise monkey. From 90 minutes of animated brilliance, I own my perception of Kenya.

Clouds in the River Rift Valley

Large parts of the movie hold true.  Simba is Swahili for lion and rafiki means friend. Asante Sana (thank you very much) now anchors my forgettable vocabulary. I’ve seen the rich plains of the Rift Valley on the 45km drive from Nairobi to Maai Maihu. I’ve pictured the running of the wildebeest down that same valley into the distant Mara. (Mara see; Ace Ventura 2, National Geographic and Planet Earth.) I’ve witnessed a lion feeding at Nairobi National Park and touched the bones of an elephant, forestalled from its graveyard. Check, check, and check. I’ve seen the Lion King in Kenya but that’s not all.

 

Paradox

I’ve  been in homes built of tin, lit by a kerosene lamp. On the lone table, I count 4 cell phones and near-by a sleek tablet. I’ve done yoga with ex-pats. I’ve wandered through miles of open-air markets and I’ve eaten the most delicious BBQ goat. I’ve visited with the branch manager of a  burgeoning micro-finance group. I’ve taken a heart-stopping motorcycle taxi through the streets of central Nairobi. I’ve witnessed the meaning of flash flood as the monsoon rains tore away the road. This, in one week.

During my travels,  one of the things I have consistently noted are the amazing low cost innovations: Toilets franchised a la Subway, medical advice on-demand from a cell-phone and a high-yield bag garden that contains only a tin can, rocks, sand, dirt and seedlings.  The total cost for this home-garden kit?. . just under $1.

Bag Garden

The list doesn’t end there. This country is awash with billion dollar ideas modified to fit a ‘bob budget (kenyan shilling). A technical drip irrigation system is adapted at home with a corn oil bucket, plastic piping and a strip of shirt for a filter. A sophisticated money exchange and savings system is accessible to anyone on a $9 phone. A rural citizen without an ID uses biometric recognition to access their bank account.  And me? I realized on Saturday that I couldn’t even fix my broken zipper.

These paradox have shaken my boundary of perception and heightened my awareness of a unique place.  I am now more in tune with a country and a culture that feels on the cusp. As Jay-Z once said, “you can’t knock the hustle,” and that’s exactly my sentiment. I’ve begun to recognize the richness of everyday people hustling to make a lot out of a little. In doing so,  I’ve also recognized some of my own poverty. See; Home Ec./zipper.

Alas, Kenya is not the Lion King.  It is so much more.

Stay tuned. Kisumu update next.

 

 

The Second 2 Weeks: Kisumu

Monday, July 25th, 2011

Joe Sabia and Raffy Marty visit the Mama Hope projects in Kenya and Tanzania. Here is the first hike of many with partner project OLPS Director Anastasia Juma.

Jane Kanango harvests tomatos at the Mama Rita Rose Garden in Kisumu, Kenya. The garden provides nutrition to over 800 people living in the community.

Anastasia and Paul give us a lesson in bow and arrow garden defense.

Joe makes a friend named Phien.

Raffy's impromptu travel log with Helen, a member of the Mama Hope sponsored Woman's Micro-finance Group.

Dorcas, another member of the Woman's Micro-Finance Group, shows us her sewing business in Kisumu, Kenya.

Wherever we go, children tend to follow. We're a little like the Pided Pipper.

Mullen, Program Director of OLPS, gives a tour of the Children's Rescue Center in Kisumu, Kenya. Mama Hope is currently raising funds to complete this community initiated project.

Raffy does his best to help out with the Children's Rescue Center bricks. He later admits he has no clue how the rock working crew manages it day in and out.

A Mama Hope induced stampede at Nyomonge Primary School (aka a game of Mr. Fox).

The longest congo line in the history of East Africa.

Joe teaches geography and American slang.

Raffy plays netball with the Mama Rita Rose Garden women. Netball is basically basketball without dribbling.

... and with a soccer ball.

Nyomonge community meeting. Their most pressing need: water.

Amy dancing with the women of Nyomonge (a continuing theme).

Bryce getting down at the Mama Hope house party with with OLPS and project beneficiaries on our last night in Kisumu, Kenya.

Joe and Nyla editing on the way to Moshi, Tanzania. Total bus time: 30 hours in 4 weeks.

The First 2 weeks

Friday, July 8th, 2011

The First 2 Weeks: Bryce Yukio Adolphson

People wonder what we’re up to when we’re out with our project communities.   Here’s a taste…

Travel from Nairobi to Maai Mahiu: 2 hours.

Tuesday, June 28, 3:37pm: Visiting the chaos of Ngeya Primary School's 1700 student recess. It's crazy to think that the garden we fund here feeds them all daily.

Tuesday, June 28, 4:28pm: Attending the Ngeya Primary School Environmental Club meeting

Tuesday, June 28, 5:30pm: Plotting future projects with CTC youth and CTC Founder Zane Wilemon

Travel from Maai Mahiu to Isiolo: 7 hours

Friday, July 1, 3:08pm: Cell phone math with the New Jordan Women's Group in Isiolo, Kenya.

Friday, July 1, 5:48pm: Greg Mortenson got it wrong. It's 3 Cups of Fanta.

Saturday, July 2, 2:49pm: Flash mob dance off with our Kambi Garba water project community.

Travel from Isiolo to Arimet and back: 2 hours

Sunday, July 3, 3:19pm: Camel chasing with the Arimet water project.

Monday, July 4, 8:36am: Purchasing lumber at Mums Timber Sales to begin construction on the poultry project in Kambi Garba.

Monday, July 4, 11am: Tie-Dye madness with the NJWG micro-finance group.

Monday, July 4, 1:48pm: Haight Street, Kenya.

Monday, July 4, 4:45pm: Poultry project is well under way in Kambi Garba.

Monday, July 4, 5:53pm: Kambi Garba partner Sarafina Lokoel pumps iron at the USAID gym in honor of the 4th of July.

Travel from Isiolo to Kisumu: 12 hours

Thursday, July 7, 2:52pm: Corn shucking with the women of the Rita Rose Garden in Kisumu, Kenya.

Total time in Matatu buses: 23 hours in 2 weeks.

Arriving in Africa

Thursday, June 30th, 2011
Arriving in Africa: By Nyla Rodgers

Dancing with the women of our partner community in Kambi Garba, Kenya.

A week before leaving on this trip to Africa my best friend’s mother told me, “When all the other little girls were make believing they were princesses your were busy pretending you were in Africa.” After hearing this I started to think back and realized that I always had a fascination with Africa.  I remembered that I wrote my first grade essay about Kenya. I remember using my grandpa’s atlas to trace the outline of the country and drawing the mane of a lion like a sun with an orange crayon.  And in 1986 when I was 7 years old and Paul Simon came out with “Graceland” I would belt out the song “Under African Skies” and imagine all those stars and think “someday I will see them.”  So it was no surprise to me that 20 years later when I first stepped off the plane in Nairobi,  I felt like I had returned home.
This is my 6th trip to Africa and ever since that first trip in 2006 I continue to fall deeper in love with the culture of this incredibly beautiful continent and people.  I feel like each year my heart must expand so that it can fit all the love I receive and give as we travel to all our different partner communities.
This year I am traveling with Amy Vaninetti, Mama Hope’s Operations Director and Bryce Yukio Adolphson, Mama Hope’s Visual Journalist  and so far we are having an amazing time.  During the next two months we will be visiting all of Mama Hope’s seven partner communities across Kenya, Tanzania and Ghana.

Playing with the students at Ngeya Primary

This is Amy’s second trip with me  and it is so fun to be traveling with her again. She is constantly glowing and bringing warmth to everyone she meets.  She feels like I do that a part of her heart has always been here in Africa.
We are also traveling with Bryce who is on his 5th trip here documenting Mama Hope’s projects.  Everyone knows him and his camera.  His Swahili is almost perfect and when we arrive to a community immediately people are calling his name.   He will be busy documenting all of our adventures with his beautiful photos and video.

Bryce in action with partner Rocky Muuri in Maai Mahiu, Kenya.

For the next two months, each of us will take turns writing on the blog.  We are not just going to be sharing project updates we will be posting our personal stories, funny times and crazy adventures.  So stay tuned because as we’ve learned  the unexpected is always expected.

Interviewing the families of St Timothy’s

Monday, August 16th, 2010

We kicked up a cloud of dust as we entered the village of New Land, just outside of Moshi, to interview the parents and students of the new St. Timothy’s School we all enabled the community to construct. Bryce (Mama Hope’s Visual Journalist), James (Director of St Timothy’s), Godfrey (New Land’s elected Street-Chair) and I ventured down a dirt road with the mighty Mt Kilimanjaro looming in the background. Our intent, find out why the community identified education as one of their most pressing concerns. Moreover, what impact the addition of St Timothy’s school would bring to the families and community.

Many residents were around doing chores here and there, while others stared at us in wonder. We trailed between mud homes, pig pens and occasional family graves. As we approached our first home to interview many thoughts whirled through my head; so this is life at the $2 a day poverty-line, what is daily life like here, if not for being born in a different country it might be strangers here interviewing me. Finally Bryce and I arrived at our first home.

Thoughts of things I heard and studied about Africa, Africans and global poverty whipped around my mind as we sat down face-to-face with student Theresia and her mother Elis. “Can you tell us about a day in your life?” we asked and James translated. Elis went into detail about how she prepared her home each day before going to work as a laborer in the neighboring maze (corn) fields until sun down. If she is able to pick enough maze that day she is paid 2,500 shillings (about $1.60) and buys dinner for the night. When we asked Theresia what she looked most forward to about starting school at St Timothy’s in January she said it was having a meal everyday.

Then we got into the more focused questions, “What difference does having St Timothy’s School in the communtiy have?” Elis response reflected that of all the families we interviewed, St Timothy’s school sought out and provided an option for the “forgotten kids.” The families made it clear that there were two options for children in their community, attend school and get an education or become a “street kid” exposed to many many dangers. Before St Timothy’s there were no other options for them.

As Bryce and I interviewed Elis and Theresia the grandmother joined us. The grandmother said she had hope that with a quality education Theresia could get a job and bring the family the support they desperately needed. We found it profound to see the hope that education could bring to three generations of family. Mother and Grandmother sought a better life for their family in Theresia’s education at St Timothy’s which had just begun.

This is just a little sample from the interviews we did. I couldn’t capture it all in a blog. I attached some picture of us interviewing the kids and from the footage we took.