Kenya - A Country That Stole My Heart

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

ALL CHILDREN ARE NOW SPONSORED

I would like to send out a huge thank you to everyone who has devoted their time and money to getting the kids of Monica Memorial sponsored. I am happy to announce we have now found sponsors for all of the children within the child sponsorship program. I look forward to working with you all and together, allowing these children to have a better life.

Lots of love,

Bek

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Child Sponsorship Program

Someone once told me the saying, ‘give a man a fish, feed him for a day, teach a man to fish, feed him for a life time,’ and I could think of no saying more appropriate for the country of Kenya. I am not taking away from the importance of hand outs, without them, most people in this country would not survive, but there is definitely something to be said for the importance of an education. With it, we no longer need to rely on these handouts; rather we have the ability to do things for ourselves.

The institution that this child sponsorship program will primarily be working with is Monica Memorial Development Centre, Naivasha, Kenya. When I arrived in Kenya at the end of September in 2010, I was sent to work in Naivasha where I was given the opportunity to work and spend time with 53 amazing children and their teachers. With a population of over 40 million people (half of those being under the age of 14 years) I feel very blessed to have been given the chance to meet and get to know these particular children. When you look at the photos and read the profiles of the children in need of sponsorship, I hope, like I have, you will see that they are not just statistics; they are the faces of real children.

The Kenyan education system works on an 8-4-4 format. That is to say, 8 years of primary education, 4 years of secondary and 4 years of university. Monica Memorial hosts’ children up to class 3 (until the end of the 3rd year of primary education) and then they will either be lucky enough to continue the remainder of their primary education and even more fortunate to go onto secondary school, or, they will cease all education at around 12 years of age.

At Monica Memorial Development Centre, there are seven children in class three who need immediate sponsorship as of the beginning of 2011 in order to continue their primary education. While the tuition fees for primary education in Kenya are supposedly made ‘free’ by the government, there are still costs for things such as textbooks, uniform, desk hire and exam fees etc. The average cost to send one child to school for a year of primary education is around 10,000Ksh = approx. $120AUD.

I ask that when deciding to sponsor a child, you think carefully as it is an ongoing commitment. These children have another five years of primary education and a further four years of secondary, in which you can choose to send them to a government, private or boarding school, depending on your finances. To send Kevin (my sponsor child) to boarding school next year, it will cost me around $750 for the first year, and $350 per year for the three years following this. Sending a child to boarding school gives them a place to eat and the guarantee that they will also be fed.

This child sponsorship program has no administration fees and no marketing or promotional costs to cover. Every cent donated through this site will go directly to benefiting the children.

If you are interested in sponsoring one of the children listed below, please contact me at rebekka.hodges@gmail.com so we can discuss arrangements.



Samson Warui 11 years old *SPONSORED

Emma Wairimu 10 years old *SPONSORED

Simon Muturi 11 years old *SPONSORED

Tabitha Njambi 12 years old *SPONSORED

Peter Kahiga 10 years old *SPONSORED

Eva Wanguri 9 years old *SPONSORED

Sarah Wanjiku 10 years old *SPONSORED



Samson Warui, once a street boy, is one of three children that live at home with his mother. His mother is heavily involved with alcohol and prostitution. Samson walks half an hour to school and half an hour home every day. He is always the first one there and the last one to leave. He loves soccer and math and is doing very well at school. When he finishes school he would like to be a doctor to help save lives. He is always smiling and very helpful.






When she was just a baby, Emma Wairimu's father died of HIV and she was then abandoned by her mother, leaving her in the care of her grandmother. She now lives with two of her cousins under the care of their grandmother who is heavily involved in alcohol. Emma’s grades are not fantastic, though this is perhaps due to the poor conditions at her house. She is a great singer and dancer.






Simon Muturi lives at home with his two sisters, brother and his mother who is a prostitute. His father abandoned his family for a new family. He loves to play basketball and one day wants to work with the military to keep peace in times of conflict.








Tabitha Njambi lives at home with her mother, brother and sister. All three children attend school at Monica Memorial. Tabitha’s mother is currently unemployed. Tabitha would like to keep going to school so that she can become a lawyer to help not only her family, but also the physically challenged. She is very responsible, helpful and a bright student.






Peter Kahuga lives with his mother and brother in Mithuri Slum, Naivasha. His mother has HIV but Peter is not aware of her condition. Once a street boy, he is now receiving assistance from an organization called K-NOT. He loves the creative class, where his favorite thing to draw is cars, especially 'Hummers'. In the afternoon he helps to herd sheep and layer pottery. He wants to be a surgeon to save lives.






Eva Wanguri lives at home with her sister and mother. She was taken in off the streets to begin her education and thus has a great appreciates for learning. Eva would like to be a tailor so that she can make clothes for those who go without.






Sarah Wanjiku is the sister of Tabitha Njambi. When she finishes school, Sarah wants to be a TV presenter so that she can make a plea to people of the world to get along. She has never missed a day of school since she began and is very grateful for the chance to study at Monica Memorial.





In class two we have a further seven students in need of sponsorship. These children however, have one more year of education remaining at Monica Memorial. In 2012 they will need support to continue their education, until then they are in need of general sponsorship for clothes, books and food. Donations for general sponsorship can be made directly into the Monica Memorial account and can be as much, or as little as you feel. If you would like to sponsor one of the children below directly, please contact me at rebekka.hodges@gmail.com




David Ngugi 7 years old *SPONSORED

Brian Soita 11 years old *SPONSORED

Paul Muturi 9 years old *SPONSORED

Julius Murigi 9 years old *SPONSORED

David Mwangi 8 years old *SPONSORED

Helen Musimbi 10 years old *SPONSORED

Maureen Njeri 7 years old *SPONSORED





David Ngugi is HIV positive and in need of health care, especially food in order to continue taking his HIV medication successfully. He was orphaned as a baby and now lives with his grandmother.









Brian Soita lives with his mother and two sisters. They came to Naivasha following the post election violence in 2007 and they still live in the African Gospel Church.









Paul Muturi lives with his mother, brother and sister. He walks 4km to and from school each day. His one wish is to become a teacher. He feels lucky to have an education and wants to be able to give the same opportunity to other children.









Julius Murigi was orphaned as a baby and now lives with his grandmother, brother and sister. He loves school and wants to be a pilot and buy his own plane. He also loves long distance running.









David Mwangi lives with his mother and sister. When he finishes school he wants to get his drivers license so he can easily seek employment and help his family. His favorite past time is playing soccer with his friends.









Helen Musimbi lives in council quarters with her mother, two brothers and three sisters. She wants to be a police officer so that she will have a good income and be able to support her family.








Maureen Njeri lives with her mother, brother and sister. She wants to own a general store when she finishes school to earn enough money to assist her mother.









Other than class three and class two, there are two special cases from class one in need of urgent attention, they are Ruth Mugure (9 years old) and Anne Njeri (7 years old).





Ruth Mugure lives in Mithuri Slum with her mother and her sister. She only eats when she is fed during the feeding program at Monica Memorial as her home is completely void of food. *SPONSORED







Anne Njeri was orphaned at birth and now lives with her grandmother. She is extremely malnourished and is need of food and clothing. *SPONSORED

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Final Correspondence from Kenya

How can one email possibly encompass everything I have been doing over the last few weeks. It has only been a little over two weeks since I sent out my last set of news, but each of these days has been action packed.

As I am heading home in two weeks, I am planning to have a photo night, hopefully in early December otherwise, after the mad christmas rush, for all of those who donated funds and/or are interested in what I have been up to.

Until then, I will try not to bore you too much with excessive amounts of detail and will try keep this email as brief as possible while still filling you in on what has been happening.

On the weekend of the 22nd, six friends and myself spent a weekend on the Mombasa coast at Diani Beach after an intense first week of HIV counselling.

Last Friday I finished this placement and consequently my volunteering stint with IVHQ. HIV counselling was a very different experience to working in the orphanage, but quite rewarding. I saw a lot and met a lot of people. We mainly worked doing house and hospital visits to various patients suffering HIV.

The locations we visited to make these house calls were Kibera Slum, the biggest slum in Africa since having taken recently taken over Sowetto in South Africa. I wouldn't say it is the worst thing I have seen in Africa, though in terms of magnitude, it is fairly awful. We also visited Kenyatta Hospital to visit HIV patients. Kenyatta really is a league of it's own. The only public hospital in Nairobi, with little facility, where does the tax payers money go? Children, adults and, wait for it, prisoners, all share one room.

During this week of house visits I found the first child to be involved with the child sponsorship program. Kevin Oloo Muga is 16 years old and lives in Ngando slum. When he finishes school, he aspires to be a pilot and with an A minus average in school, I am more than certain this boy has got what it takes to follow his dreams, providing he has the right resources and guidance.

Currently he lives in a single room house with no water, electricity or toilet. He lives with his five siblings and single mother, who along with the two youngest siblings, is HIV positive.

Kevin is in form 8 at New Franelli School, Ngando Slum, Nairobi. After sitting his final exams this month, he will receive an offering to attend a high school. I have decided it is in his best interests to attend a boarding school, the best venue to foster his skills.

The cost to go to Boarding school is around $700 for the first year and $350 for 3 years following this.

On the Sunday that just passed, I ran the Nairobi 10km run, with all funds going towards children with sight complications. I ran it in 65 minutes, and am very happy considering my lack of preparation. Was a great day out, running alongside Kenya's finest.

Today I returned to Nairobi after being in Naivasha to profile the children from Monica Memorial for sponsorship. There is a total of seven needing immediate educational sponsorship as of the end of the year, a further seven who will need similar attention in 2012, but until then can use general sponsorship for books, clothes etc, and another 30 odd children who still have several years remaining at Monica's but can also use financial assistance for books, clothes and food.

The cost to send one child to government school for a year is approx. 10,000ksh = $120AUD. The cost for general sponsorship can be as little, or as much as you like. Once I am home, I will type up the profiles and upload photos to my blog so you can see the children in need off attention.

This Friday I have my orientation for my journalism placement. I will be working as a reporter for the People daily newspaper for two weeks, spending my birthday in Nairobi on the 19th and flying home the 21st.

I will not be sending any more emails between now and then, but I look forward to hearing from you all and seeing you on my return home. Sorry about the length of this email, I really can blabber when I am on a roll... SOOOO much more I could say, but will save it for when I am home.

Huge amounts of love,

Bek

Friday, October 22, 2010

Safari Scars

Rubbing a thin stick briskly between his palms, smoke begins to rise indicating it has reached optimum heat. He puts it to my skin branding me with my first Masai burn. I bite my lip but try not to let them sense my pain.

His arm reaches across my face as he heats the stick up for a second time. His upper arm is covered in circular scars; a sign of bravery within his tribe.

When the stick touches my arm for the second time, he holds it down longer than he first. It has burnt through multiple layers leaving me with a perfectly round weeping memory of my visit.

You know it is a bad burn when a Masai man, someone who has killed a lion with his bare hands, grimaces at the sight. The Masai men congregate around me, all examining my markings. They speak amongst themselves and then one translates for me in broken English.

He points to my first burn, which has now formed a welt. 'This one very good,' he says and then points to the seconds before pausing, 'this one...it's ok,' and they all begin to laugh. It is infectious and I am soon joining them, quickly forgetting about the searing pain.

The Masai are such a beautiful tribe, wrapped in brightly colored shuka and wrists full of beaded jewelery. Their earlobes sag, stretched by the years.

High-fiving me, I am told I am welcome back to their village any time, pointing to my burns, 'you are Masai now.'

Hello to everyone,

I just wanted to update you on how everything is. Today your donations helped to feed a small group of women and can I just say how proud I am of your selflessness at allowing this to happen.

I have ceased work at the school in Naivasha and today I began work in Nairobi where I will be working with HIV sufferers for the next two weeks.

I was supposed to head out to the IDP camp in Gilgil though I think I have informed you all that the government is beginning relocation so we have put our ideas to commence self sustainable projects on hold. As I was intending to work on a project out at the IDP and it has fallen through I have since decided on a new project for your donated funds - child sponsorship.

At Monica Memorial, the school I was just working at, there are four grades ranging from 4 years to 12 years. In the older class there are several students who will have to cease education next year as Monica's only hosts children of a certain age and then they must attend government schools. The problem with this however is all of our kids at Monica's are orphans and are thus not in the financial position to continue with their education.

This absolutely breaks my heart.

There is one boy in particular, his name is Samson, he is about 12 years old and next year he has to finish at Monica's because his guardians do not have the funds to send him to school, and thus he must go and work in the fields. He is the brightest little kid and is incredibly kind.

Once my volunteer stint is over I have one week until my journalism placement begins. I will be returning to Monica Memorial on my own and will begin to make profiles of the children who need sponsorship. With the remainder of the available funds, I will use this to sponsor those I am able, but I will also be beginning my own project. This project will hopefully see these children having continuous sponsorship so they may see through their education into the future.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Mzungu Mafrica

It's official, I have zero aim. I thought maybe I would improve with time and practice, but if anything I am getting progressively worse. You might be wondering what I am talking about, so I will elaborate, but first, I have to let you know, I now have no boundaries. What happens to me, also must now, happen to you.

There I was, minding my own business, doing the squat toilet thing and all that (don't worry it was just a number one), when a wasp flew out of the hole below me, clearly very annoyed I had chosen his home to do my business. I quickly pulled up my dacks and that was that, my final pair of semi clean pants were now wet. Squat toilets are the worst, whoever thought of them clearly never anticipated someone as uncoordinated as me coming along.

Anyways, enough about that. Life in Kenya is continuing to be brilliant. I have adopted a new nick name from the locals 'mzungu mafrika' - white African. I think that means they like me. I have picked up quite a lot of Swahili in my last two weeks and I am very enthusiastically trying to use it every opportunity I get. I guess they are happy with my efforts.

My first week at placement was great, teaching English and Math and playing games with the kids in between. We played duck, duck, goose on Wednesday in the dirt. I sat straight down, very excited to be playing and they all looked and laughed, going to a corner to collect a rock to sit on... Apparently I was the goose for being to eager to get dirty.

The highlight of my week teaching at the orphanage was by far teaching a little boy to write his name. At the beginning, he could not write a single letter (and he is 7 years old), by the end of the week though, he was quite confidently writing his name over and over, and although it wasn't the neatest, it was readable and he was proud as punch, almost as proud as I was.

Went out shopping and bought some reading books, paper and colored pencils so I look forward to taking them in to do some work next week.

Had my first real 'matatu' experience yesterday trying to get from Naivasha to Nakuru (although I did see zebra, so that made up for the near death experience)... We were 20 in a small van, (mum, dad and other family members, maybe you should discontinue reading), it was raining and our driver decides to play chicken with oncoming traffic. Point of the story, we are ok. Jacky, my mate I was with, quickly pulled out her packet of biscuits she was saving and handed me one, 'We should eat these now, in case we never get another chance'...

I think I will stick to motorbikes where possible, the drivers thus far don't seem as crazy...

Off to Outreach today, going to take food packages out to IDP camp at Gilgil, the Garbage slum at Nakuru and KCC slum at Naivasha and then Hiking at Hells Gate.

Hope all is well with everyone...

Monday, October 4, 2010

Habari

I write this from 'Shalom House' a quiet, gorgeous little sanctuary situated smack bang in the middle of the hustle and bustle that is Nairobi.

Today is my 6th day in Kenya but it feels like a life time, having already achieved so much and seen such a lot.

On my second day I was thrown into the deep end when I was sent to an IDP camp at Gilgil (internally displaced persons) which was established following the results of the 2007 referendum in Kenya. Here we held a medical camp. Day three was similar, only we were sent to the garbage slum situated in Nakuru. Again we help a medical camp, only here we dealt with hundreds of people within hours. So far, donated funds have contributed to medicines for both camps. It was a huge success and we saw over 500 people across both days.

The garbage slum at Nakuru was possibly the hardest thing I have ever had to deal with. Some of the volunteers have sponsored a family living within the slums (a mother who was abandoned by her husband in 1984, though who comes back every few years and rapes her, she has 8 children who live with her). On this day a few of us went out to do HIV testing for her, and her 3 daughters (4, 5 and 10) who have also been raped. Happily however, they all tested negative.

Friday the 1st (my fourth day) was orientation, and although I have (since being here) changed my mind on the program I would like to do, I have been placed at Monica Memorial Orphanage in Naivasha, the placement starts today. I have requested however to spend only two weeks here and then move out to the IDP camp at Gilgil to work on some self sustainable projects to strengthen the community. It is a very new program for IVHQ (the organisation I am working with). Last month before other volunteers were placed there, they had nothing. Now, they have a school and some animals for food. I intend to go out there and work together with these volunteers to get some other projects up and running to help re-build the community.

Saturday the 2nd we went out past Karen to do a womens education program at two different orphanages. Again, some of the donated funds have contributed to sanitary towels for over 100 girls at these two establishments. Here we taught them about womens health and HIV/Aids. This is really important as most of these girls have no education on their bodies so they think that when they have their period, they are disgusting and do not attend school.

Yesterday was more sight seeing and cultural immersion. We went to church in the morning which was such an odd experience, so stereotypical of what I have seen on television re: African churches; loud, rhythmical singing which took up almost an hour and a half of the two and a half hour service. From here we did the Giraffe center, the monkey park, where the mzungu (white people), that's us, were on more of a show to the Kenyans than the actual monkey, then we went to the Masai markets which were incredibly intense. From the moment we walked in, we were bombarded by several Kenyans who followed us around the entire time, quite frustrating.

Today I am just hanging around Nairobi waiting to be picked up. They say they will arrive at 2pm, though, as I have already learnt, this means nothing. They operate on Kenyan time over here, so basically whenever they feel like coming, they will arrive.

I love it over here, it is so chaotic, yet somehow it is organised chaos.The people are amazing and their smiles infectious.

I feel so blessed to be over here and am positive I have made the right decision to come, despite my nerves before I was leaving. I want to thank you all again for your support and your donations, they are all going to great causes.

Monday, June 28, 2010

And the vaccinations continue...

A nurse straddles either side of my body, grasping each arm to keep me from jumping from my seat. ‘Because you have to have so many vaccinations today, we are going to go about this like we would with a child - quick and easy’. Simultaneously they count down from three and then inject me. A slow pain dissolves around the point and then the needle is extracted. ‘Three, two, one’, and I am injected again - I feel so violated. But, it’s all for the love of travel… and those delicious lolly pops you receive for bravery. But seriously, without these vaccinations, my trip to Kenya would become increasingly dangerous and I may forfeit my right to enter back into Australia, spending my future years in quarantine.

As it has been some time since I last wrote, I thought I might quickly update you. Today I had my second dose of injections, totaling four needles and an oral cholera vaccination.

In the preceding months, I have changed my flights and will be now leaving in four weeks instead of the later half of August and will also be returning to Australia the end of November instead of the beginning. Thus, I will now be spending a total of seven weeks in Africa on volunteer placements.

Your donations continue to come effortlessly and your generosity and support, together with my time, will be bound to create something fantastic for those who really need it.