Showing posts with label volunteering. Show all posts
Showing posts with label volunteering. Show all posts

Thursday, March 24, 2011

30 children a day finding themselves alone.


Last Friday, Kasarani children’s office, which covers the area of Mathare, turned up at the Rescue Centre with two five year olds, a six week old and an older baby that they wanted to give us. The government department are in the process of shutting down a children’s home near to us that is so poorly funded and so badly managed that four children have died in the past few months. We begged and pleaded with the Children’s Officer that we could not take the children as Mogra Rescue Centre is overcrowded, broke and does not have the staff or facilities for babies.

They pleaded back and we ended up keeping the older baby. She is called Angel and she is fourteen months old. Her hair had been braided by the older children, but she was covered in sores from untreated nappy rash and the dirt was so ingrained that her skin had become pulled tight and broken. She can’t move, but she has a smile for everyone.

This other children’s home, we shall call it the ‘Silver Shepherd’ was opened by an independent Kenyan church. Initially it had money and support and was doing well, but it lacked any planning and any structure. There were two pastors in charge, one went to the USA to fundraise. He did well at first, so the second pastor went up country to open a second Silver Shepherd Children’s Home in rural Kenya. After a while though, support in the US dried up and the Pastor based out there had to feed himself and support his own family, so he spent more time working and less time fundraising. The other pastor in the countryside was kept very busy with the second project and washed his hands of the first. So the Silver Shepherd Children’s home was run into the ground. Staff weren’t paid and didn’t turn up for work. Nappies didn’t get changed, clothes didn’t get washed and food didn’t get cooked. The four children who died, died of simple infections; they were dirty, malnourished, and never got to see a nurse.

In the meantime Kasarani Children’s Department is kept very busy; it covers Mathare and many other slum areas of Nairobi and has an average of thirty referrals every day. This is 30 children who need residential care, it could be because they are orphaned, abandoned or simply so abused and neglected by their parents that they cannot live at home for their own safety. Often, Tom, the Children’s officer can deal with it ‘informally’; he can find a Mama who will take the child in and care for it whilst they follow up the case. Tom does not know exactly how many Mamas he has like this, but it is in the hundreds. He says that every single person working in their office has at least three rescued children at home; simply there was nowhere else for that child to go at the end of the day.

How easy is it to turn a child away? How does it feel to know that you, yet another adult has failed that child? Silver Shepherd should be a wake up call for us: our children are fed and clothed, yes, but we only have four staff and none have had a break for over two years. We have 132 children, just enough to pay the bills. No spare to employ a nurse, or even for trips to the clinic. And we are still really struggling to implement any structure.

The Children’s Office knows all this, yet they are still calling us about that six week old as the baby has nowhere else to go….

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Back in the slums and it isn't any better.


I have had a busy summer as a mum and haven't really had a chance to do any of the community side of our work. We did, however manage to do some fundraising and two Tushinde events in the UK raised over £3,000 combined. A big thank you to everyone who helped.

The events also generated lots of enthusiasm and interest as well as finding five new sponsors (659 left to be sponsored!).

My break from volunteering in the slums though, had made me less focused and my enthusiasm less fervent. Today I was back though and it only took one house visit to remind me why I care so much.

We are following up children who had scored as 'severely underweight' from our nutritional survey day back in March. It seems that often children go hungry if there are school fees to pay for older children who are at seconday school, but not in Mogra.

Mary is one such child. She is six and a half years old and lives with her parents. They lived in a one roomed house with a bare concrete floor and no furniture; my friend and I were given plastic buckets to sit on. They had a bed but with no mattress. Mary sat on the floor, her little skinny legs infront of her and her head drooped, she appeared to have a real sadness about her. Mary's elder sister, Irene did very well in primary school, finishing with a score high enough to get her into one of the prestigous government sponsored secondary schools. However, her family have struggled with paying the fees of £100 a term and she was thrown out two weeks ago.

Mary had another sister, Jacinta who was attacked and raped last year. Her injuries were so severe that she died at home two days later; the family had no money to take her to hospital. She was only seven years old. It was a real struggle to hold back the tears when I heard this; I pretended to be consumed in writing the details on my sponsorship paper, but I was keeping my head down until my eyes were dry. I know the slums are insecure and children are vulnerable. I have seen posters around with details of lost children and heard various horror stories, but I had never really though about it with empathy - being abducted, raped or murdered was just another risk to children in Mathare.

Today made me think differently; not only does little Mary have to live with hunger and poverty, sleeping on a concrete floor every night, but she will always carry with her the loss of her sister. We can help her with food and education, we will take her eldest sister into our secondary school, so her parents don't have to worry about fees. My friend and I are going to buy them some mattresses. But we will never be able to remove the injustice that was done to her sister and her family.

On a brighter note; the new kitchen in the school is coming along well and will be well and truly ready for the improved feeding programme to start on Monday 4th October. We plan to maintain the porridge programme and to improve the quality and size of servings of food at lunchtime every day. It won't just be maize and beans day in, day out, there will be meat and fruit too. Now we have secured funding to protect our feeding programme for the next two years, we can work on improving all other aspects of the school and further helping the community it serves.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

A Flock of Sheep & Some Turkeys

Was at the orphanage first thing this morning, reading through case studies of all the children that have not received sponsorship, putting together each "story" (seems such an awful word to use when speaking of a child's reality) so that Megan can deal with each sponsorship quickly as they come in ...there is a lot for this amazing woman (angel, actually) to be trying to achieve on her own & so hope to help her set up as much as poss before I go home next week.

I still stand in complete awe of these children, seeing their past written in black & white to then walk out of the office into a warm bath of smiling children ...to believe what I am speaking of can only be gained by experiencing it.

I had taken my camera with me to take individual photos for sponsors & some snaps of the children busy with their art ...the children LOVE the camera ...real gorgeous little posers! who then have to see their photo I realised that maybe they have not ever seen their own reflection.

We added another animal to our farm today ...a turkey ...the wall already looks amazing, even though "Old Mcdonald" only owns a flock of sheep & turkeys so far *smile* ...the children asked me if we could give "Old Mcdonald" a wife ...really made me laugh.

I then got out the playdoh ...after quite a cool drum session on the tubs *smile* (mental note to make musical instruments) which after explaining it was not to eat, they got the jist & made incredible little models of people, animals & little babies in cradles ...was a real shame to have to squash them & put the play doh back in the tubs ...I am now on a mission for clay!

And ...yep, the morning did include the good old "hokey cokey" at demand ...who needs jogging when you have the hokey cokey *grin*


Michelle Roberton - Jones

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Mogra's First Volunteer

My time so far at Mogra ...29th of April 2010

Was not sure I would get here ...my flight was cancelled on the 22nd due to the volcanic ash ...I sat at home patiently *grin* not bugging the air flight company to much ...and so arrived here the early hours of Monday morning to be greeted by the gorgeous Megan with a ready made name tag & "wow wee" heat ...this is their coldest season apparently, the locals wearing coats & suits while I am close to passing out *smile*. We drove straight to the orphanage, greeted by shy faces eager to help me to my "home" for the next 18 days...

On the morning of day two I just wanted to run home to be honest, I found myself wanting to help so much and feeling pretty useless, so many children and not enough pairs of arms to give them all cuddles ...to top my low mood the water run out... this is my first time in Kenya, in fact pretty much my first time anywhere ...an adventure now my own four children are old enough to leave for a while...

But how could I stay grumpy for long with so many sun beam smiles waiting for me ...to them the orphanage is paradise compared to the horror stories the children have come from ...beaten, bitten, tied up, burnt, fed as a tied up dog, left on the streets, all suffering from malnutrition & a huge lack of love. Yet here they all are so ready to give love!!!

I spent the morning with the under tens who do not yet walk to school (the children are woken at 430 every morning to have breakfast so that they can walk the hour journey to begin school at 7, come sun or African downpour they walk). I showed them flowers I had picked, we talked about gardens ...I had bought with me tissue paper & crepe paper in glorious colours ...their faces lit up when they saw the paper rainbow before them, spending much time just feeling the texture of the paper ...each child created a garden of flowers... spending so much time in being precise ...I felt it was important that they were shown that I was proud of them & that they were given the opportunity to be proud of their work too ...so together we displayed the work on the bare walls of the classroom ...another magic moment *smile*

That evening after the long walk home from school I was bombarded ...literally *grin* with what seemed to be hundreds of children, I had bought them a skipping rope so we skipped ...yes I skipped too ...played stuck in the mud, hide & seek ...& I taught them the "hokey cokey." I don't think I have ever felt this way ...like being bathed in a warm endless shower of love that demands & expects nothing in return.

The centre is clean, pretty bare, & some children have to share beds ...so much has been done for the children & yet so little, walking in with new eyes I see there are ways in which I can help change a tiny patch of the world ...teaching the staff of the importance of bedtimes & sleep, the importance of health & last but not least how to nurture the children with play, songs, & stories... which reminds me ...their voices when they sing ...Wow ...never before have I heard a sound that reaches deep into the core of me & brings such peace.

The water does not matter anymore, nor does trying to wash my hair in a cold bucket ...I see how I thought I was a certain person to find I am not ...what does water matter, when here I can share all my love with no restrictions or rejection or "British closed ways" ...I can be me, know that is accepted & in my sharing of who I am I am blessed with love a million fold.

I am blessed to be here, I agree with the children this is paradise!!!


Michelle Roberton - Jones