We always rejoice to learn that we are not alone with our struggles and worries. It is very moving to know that others think about us. Such a moment of joy came this week when Kathleen H. decided to send us some money to buy Stella medicine she badly needs... if you want to read more:
Immediately after Jennifer made a donation, Rev. Wasike called the families through the one of board members and communicated about the donations and their intended purpose. When Kundu’s father received information about the donated seeds, it was God's timings that the father and Kundu plus others in the family seriously became engaged preparing their land for planting.
This gift really enabled this particular family to approach the year in a different style. Kundu and his siblings plus the father are without mother, and though they have land they have been compelled to hire out the same land at a small fee for many years since they never had means to farm the land themselves.
Now they could finally grow their own food... to read more...
There was much happiness in Fatuma’s family of when they received the white goat Jennifer sent them.
Fatuma, her grandmother, siblings, and Rev. Wasike
The colour of the goat was chosen according to the customs/culture value that believes in white colours meaning bigness of blessings. Fatuma lives with her grandmother; hence she received the goat together with her grandmother.... to see some photos...
We have been blessed that the Palm Security company has supplied our children with uniforms. They promise to do uniforms for all the available children in the next weeks. If all goes well, the children will all have their uniforms when the new school term starts in May
Many thanks to the people of Palm Security..... to see some photos...
For the average child born in a developed country, Christmas, Easter and their birthday bring many opportunities to garner myriad of toys from friends, family and acquaintances alike. Most of these toys do not hold the child's attention for long, or maybe they are abandoned for another favorite" toy, or eventually they are passed on as donations to the thrift store or the less fortunate when a new "fancier" toy is acquired. However, this little fact does not take away from the utter joy that a child feels when being showered with a gift, regardless of which corner of the world they grew up in.
So, when little Fadhili, a young student at the Community Breakthrough Support Mission school in Kimilili, Kenya, received a football as a gift from Jennifer (in USA), the utter joy and excitement that he and his classmates felt at receiving such a gift rivals the excitement any child would feel if they were to stay a month in Santa Claus’s toy workshop or even at Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory!
Reverend Wasike purchased the deflated football in Nairobi and brought the gift up to Kimilili to deliver it to Fadhili. When the ball was handed over to him, he was in the school compound with his other schoolmates. In its current deflated state, the ball was not much fun to play with, so Fadhili and his friends rushed into town with much exuberance to inflate the ball. With the task completed, the boys headed back to the school compound and were ready to show off their skills on the playing field.
Having never seen an actual football until then, chaos fueled by overwhelming excitement ensued amongst the kids, as one could only expect. Their childlike squeaks and squeals of excitement drew the attention of the adults who were having a meeting nearby, out into the playing field to see what was happening. What greeted them was nothing short of a comical performance by several young boys staging a display of their football skills.
In their excitement and attempts at play, all rules known to the agile game of football were quickly abandoned. There was no order to the game; the boys were jumping for the ball, running up and down the field, left and right, with each player trying his best to kick the ball. They were all so overwhelmed by this new toy that the game they played had no rhyme or reason to it, but then nobody cared. Each boy was trying furiously to shoot at the ball with his little feet or head. Since there was only one ball for the whole lot of them, many spent the day kicking their feet, or shooting their heads into thin air rather than connecting with the ball. But again, this did not matter. Even the ones who never got the chance to hit the ball would have it no other way. This realization did not devalue the fun they had playing with the football.
The teachers were also drawn into the field, as the noise got louder. They tried their best to impose some order to the mayhem. First, they attempted to isolate Fadhili with the ball so he could play alone with it; after all it was his new toy. But, this was a completely unrealistic situation to enforce and everyone could see that it did not and would not work. The other kids were too curious to stay away from Fadhili. The teachers decided it wise to allow the kids to play freely. Fadhili did not mind in the least sharing his new toy either as long as he was elected team captain.
Even though some kind of decorum was established, the teachers had to still be on high alert. As the saying goes, “boys will be boys”, so it did not take long for complaints of injuries and the like to start flocking in. It seemed the neighborhood children were also being affected by the overwhelming joy coming from the school playing field. It wasn’t long before the boys from the neighborhood were also running for the ball along with kids from the school. Everyone wanted to get involved, everyone except the neighborhood girls who stood by watching in awe from a distance.
Faster than you could say “hello”, the school playing field became too small for the game at play. The teachers and people watching believed that this was one of the reasons why there were so many injuries amongst the kids. But, other than a scratch here and there, no major injuries were reported. This was quite possibly the best day at school the children ever had! The boys will certainly attest to that.
As for little Fadhili, he proudly left the school compound that day with his new football and a guardian for security. In tow were his friends, some old and some new, but all tending to follow him around town with his new toy. Who knew that something as inconsequential as a football – one of the most undervalued toys of this modern day could bring such joy to a small community, and turn a little boy into a Star. Fadhili will remember this day for a very long time coming.
Romina from the storytelling village advised that your village had a few stories up for grabs. i read the story about Fadhili, and i would love to tell his story. i have written a first draft and would love to share it with you. let me know if anybody else has volunteered to write this story or not.
Cheers
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Muna Gaye
Investment Sales Manager
Toronto, ON, Canada
I am ready to help the families with their farming. If they will use organic, 0-till in permanent beds they can double their yields and reduce their labor on the same land by 50%. They can raise food during the dry season using bucket drip irrigation if they are willing to carry 5 gallons of water every day for every 100 feet row of vegetables. They need to buy nothing from anybody except the seed that they might not have such as mucuna/velvet beans for fertilizing the soil. Do not buy commercial fertilizers.
Muna, No, no one has written about it as yet. Please feel free to write something. I'll be happy to replace the story here and on the website accordingly. The only reason I put it here today is because I thought the village neighbours would like read about it and I didn't know if anyone from the storytelling groups would be interested in making it into a proper story. If you want me to take this entry away from here until you write something, I don't mind doing this at all.
Ken, you are a true trooper. I'll post the Mucana Mulch System up on our website. We are in the process of writing up an application for the purchase of land and materials to set up a proper "Nutrition and School Garden" project.
I should be done the story this weekend, so yes if you don't mind taking the link off until i am done with the story. I will advise Romina as well. Thanks
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Muna Gaye
Investment Sales Manager
Toronto, ON, Canada
The story on fadhili is currently uploaded on the news tab for the storytelling group. Romina will be publishing the story on the Nabuur hompage by the end of this week. I will keep you posted and provide you with the kink once its published.
Cheers
--
Muna Gaye
Investment Sales Manager
Toronto, ON, Canada
We always rejoice to learn that we are not alone with our struggles and worries. It is very moving to know that others think about us. Such a moment of joy came this week when Kathleen H. decided to send us some money to buy Stella medicine she badly needs... if you want to read more:
http://benando.weebly.com/1/post/2009/04/rejoicing-in-the-kindness-of-ot...
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lilalia
Immediately after Jennifer made a donation, Rev. Wasike called the families through the one of board members and communicated about the donations and their intended purpose. When Kundu’s father received information about the donated seeds, it was God's timings that the father and Kundu plus others in the family seriously became engaged preparing their land for planting.
This gift really enabled this particular family to approach the year in a different style. Kundu and his siblings plus the father are without mother, and though they have land they have been compelled to hire out the same land at a small fee for many years since they never had means to farm the land themselves.
Now they could finally grow their own food... to read more...
http://benando.weebly.com/1/post/2009/04/kundus-family-plants-a-their-ne...
There was much happiness in Fatuma’s family of when they received the white goat Jennifer sent them.
Fatuma, her grandmother, siblings, and Rev. Wasike
The colour of the goat was chosen according to the customs/culture value that believes in white colours meaning bigness of blessings. Fatuma lives with her grandmother; hence she received the goat together with her grandmother.... to see some photos...
http://benando.weebly.com/1/post/2009/04/post-title-click-and-type-to-ed...
We have been blessed that the Palm Security company has supplied our children with uniforms. They promise to do uniforms for all the available children in the next weeks. If all goes well, the children will all have their uniforms when the new school term starts in May
Many thanks to the people of Palm Security..... to see some photos...
http://benando.weebly.com/1/post/2009/04/new-school-uniform.html
For the average child born in a developed country, Christmas, Easter and their birthday bring many opportunities to garner myriad of toys from friends, family and acquaintances alike. Most of these toys do not hold the child's attention for long, or maybe they are abandoned for another favorite" toy, or eventually they are passed on as donations to the thrift store or the less fortunate when a new "fancier" toy is acquired. However, this little fact does not take away from the utter joy that a child feels when being showered with a gift, regardless of which corner of the world they grew up in.
So, when little Fadhili, a young student at the Community Breakthrough Support Mission school in Kimilili, Kenya, received a football as a gift from Jennifer (in USA), the utter joy and excitement that he and his classmates felt at receiving such a gift rivals the excitement any child would feel if they were to stay a month in Santa Claus’s toy workshop or even at Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory!
Reverend Wasike purchased the deflated football in Nairobi and brought the gift up to Kimilili to deliver it to Fadhili. When the ball was handed over to him, he was in the school compound with his other schoolmates. In its current deflated state, the ball was not much fun to play with, so Fadhili and his friends rushed into town with much exuberance to inflate the ball. With the task completed, the boys headed back to the school compound and were ready to show off their skills on the playing field.
Having never seen an actual football until then, chaos fueled by overwhelming excitement ensued amongst the kids, as one could only expect. Their childlike squeaks and squeals of excitement drew the attention of the adults who were having a meeting nearby, out into the playing field to see what was happening. What greeted them was nothing short of a comical performance by several young boys staging a display of their football skills.
In their excitement and attempts at play, all rules known to the agile game of football were quickly abandoned. There was no order to the game; the boys were jumping for the ball, running up and down the field, left and right, with each player trying his best to kick the ball. They were all so overwhelmed by this new toy that the game they played had no rhyme or reason to it, but then nobody cared. Each boy was trying furiously to shoot at the ball with his little feet or head. Since there was only one ball for the whole lot of them, many spent the day kicking their feet, or shooting their heads into thin air rather than connecting with the ball. But again, this did not matter. Even the ones who never got the chance to hit the ball would have it no other way. This realization did not devalue the fun they had playing with the football.
The teachers were also drawn into the field, as the noise got louder. They tried their best to impose some order to the mayhem. First, they attempted to isolate Fadhili with the ball so he could play alone with it; after all it was his new toy. But, this was a completely unrealistic situation to enforce and everyone could see that it did not and would not work. The other kids were too curious to stay away from Fadhili. The teachers decided it wise to allow the kids to play freely. Fadhili did not mind in the least sharing his new toy either as long as he was elected team captain.
Even though some kind of decorum was established, the teachers had to still be on high alert. As the saying goes, “boys will be boys”, so it did not take long for complaints of injuries and the like to start flocking in. It seemed the neighborhood children were also being affected by the overwhelming joy coming from the school playing field. It wasn’t long before the boys from the neighborhood were also running for the ball along with kids from the school. Everyone wanted to get involved, everyone except the neighborhood girls who stood by watching in awe from a distance.
Faster than you could say “hello”, the school playing field became too small for the game at play. The teachers and people watching believed that this was one of the reasons why there were so many injuries amongst the kids. But, other than a scratch here and there, no major injuries were reported. This was quite possibly the best day at school the children ever had! The boys will certainly attest to that.
As for little Fadhili, he proudly left the school compound that day with his new football and a guardian for security. In tow were his friends, some old and some new, but all tending to follow him around town with his new toy. Who knew that something as inconsequential as a football – one of the most undervalued toys of this modern day could bring such joy to a small community, and turn a little boy into a Star. Fadhili will remember this day for a very long time coming.
Written by Muna
Hello Lia,
Romina from the storytelling village advised that your village had a few stories up for grabs. i read the story about Fadhili, and i would love to tell his story. i have written a first draft and would love to share it with you. let me know if anybody else has volunteered to write this story or not.
Cheers
--
Muna Gaye
Investment Sales Manager
Toronto, ON, Canada
I am ready to help the families with their farming. If they will use organic, 0-till in permanent beds they can double their yields and reduce their labor on the same land by 50%. They can raise food during the dry season using bucket drip irrigation if they are willing to carry 5 gallons of water every day for every 100 feet row of vegetables. They need to buy nothing from anybody except the seed that they might not have such as mucuna/velvet beans for fertilizing the soil. Do not buy commercial fertilizers.
Muna, No, no one has written about it as yet. Please feel free to write something. I'll be happy to replace the story here and on the website accordingly. The only reason I put it here today is because I thought the village neighbours would like read about it and I didn't know if anyone from the storytelling groups would be interested in making it into a proper story. If you want me to take this entry away from here until you write something, I don't mind doing this at all.
Let me know.
bye, Lia
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lilalia
Ken, you are a true trooper. I'll post the Mucana Mulch System up on our website. We are in the process of writing up an application for the purchase of land and materials to set up a proper "Nutrition and School Garden" project.
Thank you so much for your information.
all the best,
Lia
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lilalia
Hello Lia,
I should be done the story this weekend, so yes if you don't mind taking the link off until i am done with the story. I will advise Romina as well. Thanks
--
Muna Gaye
Investment Sales Manager
Toronto, ON, Canada
Dear Muna,
Done!
Thanks.
Lia
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lilalia
Thats a great show by the Palm Security company.They should accept our many thank you's and they keep up the good work they are doing!
Godbless.
Raphael, Yes, all the employees of Palm Security are to be praised highly for all of their moral and material support.
Thank you for writing.
best regards,
Lia
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lilalia
Raphael, Yes, all the employees of Palm Security are to be praised highly for all of their moral and material support.
Thank you for writing.
best regards,
Lia
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lilalia
Hello Lia,
The story on fadhili is currently uploaded on the news tab for the storytelling group. Romina will be publishing the story on the Nabuur hompage by the end of this week. I will keep you posted and provide you with the kink once its published.
Cheers
--
Muna Gaye
Investment Sales Manager
Toronto, ON, Canada