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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/

 

Home for three weeks…

Tuesday, May 7th, 2013

So I’ve been home for 3 weeks…

By Juliette Pont (First Fifth Global Advocate)

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

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

Before :

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During :

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After :

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

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

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

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

Named after Dr. Seuss quote :

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

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

 

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

Inspired

Tuesday, April 30th, 2013

By Stephanie Amaya (First Fifth Global Advocate)

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

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

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

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

Exactly the person I needed to meet!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not Just Classrooms

Tuesday, April 30th, 2013

By Martina Tomassini (First Fifth Global Advocate)

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

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

Photo: © MT/Mama Hope – Getting ready!

Photo: © MT/Mama Hope – Getting ready!

How does it work?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Drip irrigation

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

Photo: © MT/Mama Hope – Drip irrigation pipes

Photo: © MT/Mama Hope – Drip irrigation pipes

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

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

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

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

Why does this matter?

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

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

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

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

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

Change begins with thy self

Tuesday, April 23rd, 2013

By Kseniya Fenner (Mama Hope intern)

When I was invited to join the Peace Corps in Ukraine I thought that the opportunity to do something completely selfless had come knocking on my door. I didn’t consider that signing away two years of my life for people I had not yet met would also be the most positive thing I could do for myself. I’m fortunate enough that I wanted to join the Peace Corps, at least partially, because of a subconscious feeling that the first twenty-one years of my life were almost too easy. I was ready to challenge myself. I was ready to give back. Of course the work that I did in Ukraine benefited my community. I worked at a secondary school teaching English to third to eleventh graders. They will probably never forget the American girl who spent two years as a walking, talking U.S. exhibit for their classes. I was free labor for the school, a new friend and confidante for the teachers, and my students were able to learn English from a native speaker. Still, I can’t help but feel that all of the lessons I taught, seminars I led, projects I developed, and relationships I formed had the biggest impact on me.

Working for two years in Ukraine I got to intimately know a country that the majority of people only think of when they hear “Chernobyl.” I showed my family and three best friends small glimpses of it’s beauty when they came to visit me. I learned a new language. My intercultural communication skills were constantly put to a test- Imagine trying to convince a group of angry, Ukrainian grandmothers that you aren’t the neighbor flushing pickles down the toilet. I was lucky enough to fall in love twice. Once was with a cat. I learned what a difference a little sunshine makes on a gloomy day. I made friends, both fellow volunteers and Ukrainians, who were there for me through my roller coaster highs and lows. They are the only ones who will ever fully understand this huge part of my life. I learned that I could survive 34 hours on a ninety-degree train with hundreds of other sweaty, half naked humans the day after I had food poisoning. I appreciate washing machines, peanut butter, and hot showers more than the average American, and I always will. I wouldn’t relive all of my experiences again, but the most challenging ones are the the times I look back at most fondly. I can’t wait to tell my grandchildren, “Oh yeah, I really did that.”

How exactly did I come back a different person? My childhood friends would probably argue that I didn’t. I still find more pleasure in hearing a good story than anything else. But some of the crazy stories I can now tell are better than fiction. I still plan my day around the food I will eat. But only being able to buy organic, in-season foods from toothless, smiling grandmothers has changed my eating habits forever. I still laugh obnoxiously loud when i’m really enjoying something. But the nights I spent so bored that plucking hairs out of my arms seemed fun made it possible for me to enjoy laughing with close friends so much more. So maybe I didn’t change, but I did mature in a way that could have never happened from the comfort of my own home.

My experience was life changing, but when people ask “Would you do it again?” and I always have to ask them to clarify. Do they mean if my time machine suddenly started working, and I was forced to go back to September 2010, would I still get on that plane? Yes. Or are they asking if I would add an additional two years to my service? No way. Being so far away made me appreciate my family, friends, and home city so much more. At the same time, being home is making me realize how important those two years in Ukraine were to me. Seeing the effects on, and of course of,  the more than four-hundred volunteers serving in Ukraine alongside me strengthened my belief in the importance of international development projects.

Are you looking for a change?

Check out Mama Hope’s Global Advocate Program:

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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/

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/

Call Me Hope: Behind the Scenes in Africa

Saturday, December 3rd, 2011

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

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

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

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

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

1. Call and Response

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sun up, Sun down Safari

Wednesday, July 27th, 2011
At 7:00 am  Amy, Bryce, Joe, Raffy and myslef were sleepily waiting on the side of the Arusha Highway for the St. Timothy’s Students to pick us up in their buses.  Today all 134 students were going to the Tarangine National Park on a Safari. This is a field trip that Mama Hope funds annuallly as a way to celebrate the end of their school term.   At 7:30am the buses pulled up and kids all stuck their heads out the windows waving to us.  When I stepped onto the bus there was a sea of green and white uniforms because it was completely packed with students.  There were 4 children to every two seats, they were sitting on each other’s laps but none of the kids seemed uncomfortable.  They were all grinning and excited for their field trip so they just scooted around to make room for us and we were all on our way.
Almost immediately your typical “Field Trip Bus” hijinks began.  One student would start singing a song like “Bingo” and for a few minutes everyone would raucously join in until it trailed off about 10 minutes later.  A few students were playing a version of “I spy” counting everything they saw that was yellow and every time one of the students named Alvin saw a sign for Tarangine he would update me enthusiatically, “106 km and we arrive!”
When we reached Arusha, Esther tapped me on the shoulder excitedly pointing at something in the street, “Look, I’ve never seen one before.  And now there are two!”   I looked around trying to see what they all were so excited about and then Doreen told me “Look its a stop light.  We don’t have them in Moshi”.
A little later into the trip I heard some commotion and Acinta shouted “Meshak, you just farted!  Open the window!”  Meshak sat there looking embarassed as everyone laughed and the girls looked disgusted. Then he laughed and proudly said “I did!” and played it off like only a 9 year old boy can with the other boys giving him high fives for grossing out the girls.
After about 5 hours we finally arrived at the park and a tour guide got on our bus and said “if you want see the animals you have to be very quiet.”  The kids immediately got very serious.  It was safari time.
Tarangine’s landscape was absolutely breathtaking it was covered with herds of animals, wildebeests, warthogs, impalas, zebras, giraffes, elephants and hundreds of massive baobob trees.   At one point, we were looking at a group of zebra who seemed to be distracted by something and then we saw why.  Under a baobob tree about 50 feet away was a giant lioness eating a wildebeest. The kids all clammered to get a look and whispered “simba”.  I announced “that is my first time seeing a lion”  they all responded enthusiastically “me too!”
After seeing the lion it was time for lunch and we descended upon the picnic area.  When we were finsished and headed back to the bus out of the corner of my eye I saw a giant baboon sneaking up on a group of khakied dutch safari picnicers.  He broke into a run, hopped on their table, roared and grabbed one of the women’s lunch boxes and jumped over the fence and defiantly ate it all right in front of her.  Then if as on cue, 35 baboons emerged from the bushes hopping on tables, stealing lunches and chasing little girls.  We all watched from afar and as they reclaimed the picnic area.  When we all got back on our buses and left the baboons stood in the parking lot as if to say “And stay out!!!”
Two hours later, after seeing 5 more lions and hundreds more animals, it was 5:00pm and time to make our way back to Moshi.  A few hours into the ride Doreen was asleep in my lap, Sarafina and Jessica on either side using my shoulders as pillows and I was balancing Peace’s head in my hand as she slept.  The mosqitoe bites on my leg were itching like crazy but I didn’t want to move and wake the girls so I tried my best to doze off as well.  Just as I finally was starting to dream I was awakend by a huge “BAM!!!” and a loud clunking noise started coming from the buses engine.  It was about 9:00pm and it was pitch dark except for headlights of the passing cars.  I stepped out of the bus and stretched for the first time in 4 hours.  Soon all of students piled out of the bus excited by this new development in their field trip.  They were playing tag and Joe showed a few curious students how to use the southern cross constellation to find Saturn.  It was one of those moments I was sure could of never happened in the USA.  There was no fear about the dark just joy.  There was no complaining from the children or angry parents demanding a refund.  Instead while we waited for a new bus to pick us up we watched shooting stars appear above us everywhere.

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.

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.