a fun weekend for the kids!

Last weekend we had a really fun weekend with some of the kids. On Saturday there was a fundraiser at a local international school and all of the proceeds went to Mogra. So we took the choir to the school and they performed beautiful singing and dancing, while there was a carnival type activity happening all around. The kids had a blast performing and seeing all the different people at this international school. It was unlike anything they have really seen before. And when parents found out who the kids were they were so generous to support them. They bought everyone lunch including coke (very exciting!) and gave them tickets to play games. It turned out a win win, because the kids had so much fun playing and people saw them having fun and more people came to play and spend money. They even had a few good laughs watching me and Alix jump rope, I don’t know why they don’t think we know how! It was really fun to be apart of that and see the community respond so well and support Mogra. My biggest complaint is always that the community here does not support their own people who are poor- and granted many of these people were westerners- but some were Kenyans and they were supporting the poor children. It was a nice afternoon.

On Sunday we had a BBQ for our college scholarship students. We were looking forward to this because most of our time with the students is strictly business and giving them policies and regulations, so this was an afternoon for us to have fun and relax together. We ended up grilling hamburgers and corn on the cob, a good old American treat! The kids were great, I don’t think most of them had ever had hamburgers, at one point they asked if the meat was “Ham” so we began calling them beer burgers instead! We also had to show them how to put the meat on the bun, and eat them together, not separate- with all the works of ketchup, mustard, onions and tomatoes! But they loved them in the end. I pounded the meat into paddies with one of the students, while Alix and a couple other students did the grilling. There were certain things that would have been nice but we didn’t think to buy like a flipper and nonstick spray, but it went well.
After we ate, Forrest, the head of Change Lives Now played music on the guitar and we did some dancing. I have gotten used to being the laughing stock of Kenya, and my reputation stood strong while dancing with them. I attempted swing dancing with a few of the students, which is not like anything they know how to do. It was quite the sight, but they had a good time!
The whole day was just a lot of fun, with a lot new experiences for the kids. We are really proud of them, as college students here study and spend way more time at school than any college students in the US. I am excited to see how they do and how they are able to change their lives for the better after this program.

Growing Shamba

This week we started a very exciting project that I previously had zero knowledge about! We began, and will hopefully complete the construction of 2 green houses on the shamba(farm) tomorrow. This has been a long talked about project, but at last an angel was sent to guide and begin it.

For a brief background let me explain once more what the situation here is like. There are 140 children living at the orphanage and 860 additional children at the school that we are trying to feed daily- free of cost to the families. That is 1000 mouths to feed and I am sure you can imagine that is a lot of food and even more money to spend. We started a feeding program back in October that guarantees 1 meal a day at school for all of the children for 2 years. It has totally transformed the school attendance and the quality of learning. But it is limited to 2 years, so in order to look to the future, the reality of a greenhouse started to surface.

This is when Nimrod, our brilliantly smart, motivated, economical and caring angel came into the picture. He cannot be more than 28 years old, and has the most impressive resume including being the head farmer at 2 major farms and a university degree in agriculture. He is the farmer down the road from us so we went last year to see how his greenhouses were constructed and the rest is history! He jumped right on board the Mogra family is volunteering his time to plan our 3 acre farm. He is here everyday, for at least 5 hours making estimates, plans, and now planting in the farm. I could go on for hours about how sweet he is!

But the crazy part that I am learning is how incredible green houses are. Nimrod has it planned so that within 2 months the greenhouses will pay for themselves, which cost about $3,500. The tomato plants he is planting will provide 1000 kgs of tomatoes every week, providing enough for the school, orphanage and even more to sell! Within 1 month, there will be enough onions for an entire year, so the rest is excess to sell. He is planting broccoli and cucumbers to export, and give to the children, along with watermelon, mangos and banana plants. The spinach-like plant that the children eat will never have to be bought again. He is planning for life stock, once we can afford a few cows, goats, fish etc. We already have 40 rabbits, and his plan is by August to have 300 in order to eat them! His plan is incredible, we will be completely sustainable within months, and able to make a living by selling items. It is so exciting to see that the children will be cared for, and they will be helping the process and learning. He is teaching them how to properly farm the plants and watch the growth.

The biggest problem is the water, right now it is so hot and dry here I thought there is no way we could afford to water all the plants. But Nimrod has that figured out! He installed a system to take the water from a nearby river and water the plants… free!

I am not at all an agriculturalist, but it is interesting to see what an art this is, and how much you can actual formulate from seedlings! Stay tuned and I’ll let you know how it turns out by the time I leave!

Toto Emily

This is Emily, our youngest girl at the rescue center. She is just darling, 4 or 5 years old. Like any kid, she will have a beautiful dress on, and within minutes it is destroyed with dust and dirt, but doesn’t take a notice to it. She mostly plays with the small boys, who are very rough and dirty, but there are always laughs and giggles, and Swahili words that I don’t understand! Her English has gotten tremendously better since I got here in September; she is a bright girl, learning quickly. When I see Emily, I see light and love, she is a true joy to have around. Sometime I forget about the environment she is growing up in because she is so happy. It is hard for me to know these kids don’t have mothers and fathers to continuously care for them, but they care for each other very well.

Last week I had the opportunity to be Emily’s mother, and I was not quite ready for the task! She was playing with the other 2 small boys, Karioke and Brian and I am pretty sure one of them pushed her, though they won’t admit to it! And she fell hard, so hard that her front tooth was nearly knocked out. Blood, screaming, crying, pain. Ahhh it was a horrible sight, and I was the only one around to care for her. I ran to pick her up, blood pouring out of her mouth, and took her into the office to clean it up. Flashbacks of my own teeth being pulled out came to mind (thank you mrs march!), and I remembered the pain and agony of that, not an enjoyable time. So I tried to be very gentle with her but she did not want me touching her mouth one bit. Her limited English did not help my cause either. Finally I was able to get a good look at her mouth, and immediately started freaking out, it was a permanent front tooth that was hanging on by the root. That is why she was in so much pain. Getting a bit nauseas myself, not handling the blood and the idea of a permanent tooth falling out, I just rocked her until she stopped crying so I didn’t have to make any major actions. By this time it had caused quite the scene, and the cook was told to come and yank the dangling tooth. As soon as he walked in with a rubber glove Emily was hysterical again. Not giving much thought to it, he pinned her down and jerked the tooth out. Simple and quick. Oh but she was not happy. We gave her a drink of water and a pain killer, but she wouldn’t allow a cotton swab or anything to clean her mouth up.

With the combination of the painkiller, crying and being rocked, she fell right asleep and I took her to bed. At this point we had examined the tooth and decided that it was NOT an adult tooth. PHEW! She was too young and had just lost her other front tooth in a playing accident so this one was bound to come out soon. That was a huge relief for me, I had no idea what to do about a lost adult tooth, but a baby tooth was no problem at all!

Unfortunately, the tooth fairy does not visit Kenya so there was nothing exciting to wake up to the next day. But she was totally fine and proud to show off her new gap to me in the morning! Who would have known what had happened the night before. It was quite the experience for me, I guess for those of you who are teachers you have similar experiences of dealing with such trauma and not always knowing how to handle it.

It’s always an adventure here, living with 140 kids, many issues come up! It is fun for me, but I am definitely still not equipped to be a mother of 140. One more lesson to check off my list!
love to you all!

Poverty & Education

If you have been to Europe in the last 10 years there is something very strange that you will notice. There are no children. This is due to a few cultural reasons that I do not need to rant about now. But it has made me think a lot this week because I have experienced the exact opposite here in Kenya.

There are children, and babies, EVERYWHERE!

It’s beautiful, obviously, because it is life. But unfortunately these young children and babies are not being cared for properly. The reasons for having babies varies, but the overwhelming majority are not able to provide for their children in the poverty stricken areas, that is the biggest poverty.

When I walk through the Mathare Slum in order to get to school I cannot help but notice the huge number of children that are roaming the slum and not in school. So I did a data collection and study in Mathare this week on why children are not in school to try and see what is necessary to get the children to go to school. I studied 2 major neighborhoods, and interviewed children themselves and parents of children who are not in school. The result was an overwhelming answer that I could have guessed: POVERTY.

Well, obviously, poverty does affect every aspect of life. But to be more specific the 2 major reasons that I found children were not in school were,
1. Young girls, as young as 5th grade, become pregnant and they are forced to stay at home and care for their baby. In our school alone, we have 6 girls that are mothers, and were able to come back to school after their baby grew a bit, 5 girls who left school because they couldn’t find anyone to care for their baby, and we have 2 girls that we know of who are pregnant now. This is huge. In the areas that I collected data from I interviewed 5 other young girls, 6th-10th grade who left school after having a baby and have not returned. Now many of them think they are too old to return to the class where they left, and probably will not return.

The 2nd reason is that mothers cannot afford to send their children to school. This results in keeping the children home to run the local business, watch over other children while the mothers go to work, or simply having children roam the street for scraps to sell. This happens way more often than I could get realistic stats for. The teachers in my school said that in the 4th grade and below they know of at least 15 students that this happens to. And they said as the children get older they begin to cover up what they are doing and won’t tell the truth so they have no real idea of knowing how often it happens. But as I walk around the slum, I can tell you it happens VERY often.

I was very frustrated with these results because Kenya has issued FREE government education for all primary students in order to encourage children to go to school. However, it is not really free! The government schools add on small fees, books, uniforms etc that add up to nearly $45 a month for 1 student. This may not seem much for us westerners, but for a family of 6, living on $1 a day, that is unreasonable.

I believe education is absolutely the key for these children to escape poverty. However, when education has not been valued in their families, and poverty is ruling the family, the cycle of uneducated children will continue.

But, with all things, there is hope! I am very excited to report on one of the families I visit. It was a single mother of 3 children, she is HIV +, and I suspect the youngest 2 yr old child is as well. The 2 oldest children, ages 9 and 6 just received a sponsor from the UK in order to attend school for the FIRST time, ever. They were admitted to our school on Friday, in the nursery class (with 3 yr olds) since they have never been exposed to structure, discipline or education. We are hoping they will be bright, quick learners so we can pass them on through the lower grades and hopefully catch up with their proper age mates. I am just excited that we got 2 children off the streets and into the classroom. Hooraayy!

You may only be a drop in the ocean, but without your drop, the ocean would be less. Mother Teresa

22 beautiful years

“22 yrs have gone, 22 beautiful years, completely changed direction in the blink of an eye…and I have no idea what waits for me in this 23rd beautiful year, I don’t know what to expect but I feel like its going to be the best greatest adventure yet.”

Sooo, I feel a bit vain writing about this, but it is my blog, so I guess I can write about what I want! These lyrics are from a songwriter, Kevin Heider (kevinheider.com), who graduated from Franciscan University and I love his music- and he sang about his 23rd birthday, which I happened to experience this weekend in Kenya.

I am sure many of you can relate in saying that birthday’s are just not as exciting as you get older. Alix, the other volunteer with me here just turned 23 this week as well so we could relate very much on this issue. The bells and whistles seem to be gone and it is just another year older, with the expectation that you have your life figured out. And that just doesn’t seem to be the case here! I am a bit in denial that I am 23, that seems so old, especially considering I have no idea what the future holds, and I still live with my parents, oh dear! I have loved this year, being in Kenya, traveling, and seeing friends and family, but supposedly I cannot do this forever. I am applying for different jobs after this Kenya adventure has to come to a close in just a couple short months, but I really don’t have any plans. It’s a crazy place to be, having no idea where I will be or what I will be doing. But everyone goes through it, and I think much of it will depend on my outlook. I am deciding not to have any expectations, to just accept everything that comes as a gift, and be thankful. I have led an incredibly exciting and blessed 22 years and I can only hope that it will continue. If anyone has any other wise words, please share them!

On a more fun note, I did get to celebrate my birthday with the beautiful children of Mogra Star. I bought little biscuits to give to the kids, and they had a fun party of singing and dancing to help me celebrate. Usually they pour water all over the birthday person, and I am thankful I missed that tradition! I love all of their singing and dancing, so it was a blast to do it in celebration of my birthday, and share with them. On Sunday I went to Megan’s house (my wonderful British lady friend, who has 3 kids) and we had a delicious lunch her husband made, topped off with the most delectable chocolate cake, decorated by her own kids! It was so sweet of them to help me celebrate. Her kids made me cards and sang me happy birthday- and of course helped to eat the cake! Then we went to the pool for a bit in the afternoon. Coming from Cleveland, this is definitely the first birthday I have been to the pool and gotten sunburned! I really love going to Megan’s house to be with a family, it is rejuvenating after seeing so much brokenness day after day, so this was perfect. I am thankful for her and all the love she has shown me (and thank you mom, I know you sent her an email… or 2!)

In this 23 year of my life, it is a blessing to be able to look back and see all the people who have given me so much hope, love and life. A big thank you needs to go out to my parents for being so loving and supporting- even when I have no idea what I am doing! And thank you to the rest of you who have and continue to support me, your prayers and love mean the world to me, and I wouldn’t be the person I am today without it. I send all my love across the ocean to you. Peace and love, christie

karibu kenya (welcome back!)

Well, I’m back. And it is great. Kenya, and specifically these kids are apart of me forever I think. I love them a lot and feel very much alive.

It started off interesting trying to check 2 over weight bags, but with a little smile and some guilt conversation about the children in Kenya, the nice Delta lady let me get away with 8 lbs over without paying. Not too mention my 50lbs carry on bag too! Thank you to everyone who gave me donations, there was an overwhelming amount! Both checked bags were packed to the brim with socks, underwear, shoes and school supplies to give these kids. They will be SOOOO excited, I cannot wait! I had an easy 24 hours journeying over here and was picked up by the wonderful British volunteer, Megan, who so dearly takes care of me. It felt like I had never left, we could catch right back up and get started on things. I had a tiny bit of culture shock with the insane driving, but I don’t think I will ever get used to that craziness.

The kids were just wonderful to me, excited to see me again. It gave them a lot of hope too, because I followed through on my word. I told them when I left that I would be back, but I didn’t know when. So the fact that I did indeed come back was huge for them. They are not used to being able to depend on people. They really trust me. One boy, Gabriel is the best, he is a sophomore and has an incredible faith- I think he will be a preacher, even though he wants to be an international businessman. He sat down and wanted to tell me about the past month for him, and how he is overjoyed to see me again because he knows God answers prayers, like bringing me back. He is excited to start off a new year (their school year begins in January and ends in Decemeber), and when I asked him what he looks forward to most in 2011 he said “focusing on my education so I can see you in America in 10 years. He has quite the 10 year plan let me tell you!

I spent most of Saturday afternoon reading story books to the little ones. The boys especially were loving the books. I doubt they could understand the majority of the books, but they loved being able to climb on me and that I would give them attention. It makes me sad to look at each of them knowing they never have or will have anyone to read stories to them before bed, but I guess that is why I am here to love them. If anyone is looking for a mission trip, this is a simple one, loving children!

I am truly humbled knowing that people actually read this blog… I figured I was writing for mom, but apparently others read it too! I hope you will continue to follow me for the next 2 months, I have a feeling there is a lot in store. Please comment and let me know if you have any curiosities or want me to talk about a certain issue/topic. There is a lot so I would love to give you information you want to know about it!

Stay warm, I’ll be thinking of you in my 80* sunny weather (its better than ideal coming from Cleveland!)

Happy New Year Update

Hello Everyone, Happy New Year!! It has been a month, and 2 major holidays since I arrived home from Kenya, what a whirlwind looking back. It has been wonderful being home, I am taking full advantage of all the American treasures (showers, driving cars, eating delicious food, hanging out with family and friends and even some sledding with the crazy cold snow!) My adjustment home was fairly easy, and I think that was due to a couple major reasons.
1. I was ready to come home. As much as I loved it in Kenya, I knew that my time there had been beneficial but I knew I needed to go home and do more research and fundraising in order to move forward in my projects. 2. I am able to see the beauty that I experienced in Kenya, and I am also able to appreciate the convenient accommodations in the US. It is true, there are MANY unnecessary ‘needs’ that we are too attached to in the US, but there are also great living conditions that I don’t think are bad to have. It is our job to find a happy medium between those wants and needs. I have been taking special note to those since I got home. 3. I missed my family and friends!

One aspect that has been forefront in my mind since I got home is definitely the poverty that I encountered, that is what many people want to hear about. As I have talked to people about the incredibly poor conditions that I saw in Kenya it shocks most people, as it should. But I also find myself sharing about the rich faith the same people have, which is just as shocking. Reflecting on the people I met, it is very clear they must have a great faith in order to live, where as we in the US have so many ‘things’ to keep us going we often forget about faith. I wish that everyone could meet these people and put their faith into perspective because we are being robbed of a beautiful thing by being given so many other things. Especially this Christmas season, when we all stress about gifts (some that we don’t even want to give), I wish we could slow down and realize it is NOT about the things we have, but it is all about our faith and trust in God. Take a moment, think about it. What can you do to simplify your life and grow in relationship with God?

Being home, I have spent time doing research on grants and ways to improve the orphanage and school in Kenya, along with fundraising ideas. It has been a huge learning experience for me, as I continue to learn about grants and topics I don’t have much knowledge on. I am always accepting any advice or suggestions, so if you have an expertise advice please send it my way. I am also trying to find businesses that give donations to projects like I am working on, if you think your business or organization would be interested or has grants available to apply for please let me know! I am continually humbled when I have to ask for so much help, and of course always asking for money! Money… a necessary evil!

With the future always hanging over my head, and a popular question by most people (included my mother!) I thought I would take this time to also share with you my immediate plans, and ask you to continue to join me on this adventure. I am blessed to be able to return to Kenya in the middle of January in order to continue the work and projects that were started. I am excited for this opportunity to return now that I am prepared for what I will be doing and a bit more experienced- not to mention I miss those people like crazy!
As was the case when my parents came to visit, I will be taking donations back with me. So if you are in the Cleveland/Pittsburgh area and would like to donate any clothes, socks, shoes or school supplies please let me know or drop them off at our house before January 10th. Nobody seems to like to shop for boys (especially high school aged) as much as girls, so they are always lacking items- underwear and socks esp. Ages 3-21 for boys and girls!

Thank you for your continued generosity and support. You will remain in my prayers, and I ask you for prayers as I continue to serve. Peace and Love
christie