Tuesday 4 November 2014

THE CRACKED POT



I have a story. The story is about boys and girls who have learnt how to run the race without giving up. This are boys and girls forced by circumstances to be on their own and have ended up being in a children's home.

 But you have all heard the story countless times. Told by fire places, on roadsides, in churches in motivational seminars. But today my story is different. It is the story is one of a cracked pot. Cracked by the society, cracked by wrong choices, cracked by individuals. 


I would like you to stop by for a moment and read this. Let it inspire you to do something. To make a change. To make a positive impact one cracked pot at time. You may not seal the crack but .........

Once upon a time there was a water bearer in a small village who owned two large pots. Each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half-full.

 For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to the house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. However the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure it spoke to the water bearer one day by the
stream. “I am ashamed of myself because of this crack in my side which causes water to leak out all the way to your house”. The bearer looked at the pot and said, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side?” This is because I have always known about your flaw, and planted flower seeds on your side, and every day while we walk back, you have watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace my house.
I hope you have taken a minute to read this. Now take a minute to think of yourself and after that think of all this children out there who need a person like you and me who can motivate them to be better people. I have gone out I have seen, after seeing I did.
 
 I have discovered each one including myself has his own unique flaw. I am a cracked pot and so are you. But it is this cracks and flaws that make our lives together so veryinteresting and rewarding. You just need to take each person for what they are, look beyond them to what they can become. Then use whatever you have to touch the life of that child/person and motivate them into doing the best they can.
 



 You have seen my face. i represent many. You have known my type.
I am a cracked pot. But i have not lost my hope nor given up my life because in the end the decision is mine to make my world a better place. 
Maybe you are out there, i dont know and you would like to know me, be my inspiration, be a part of the many reasons i  need to look forward to tomorrow.

Monday 1 September 2014

RESCUING A CHILD- PART TWO ---LOOKING DEEP WITHIN MYSELF


This is a story that has to continue.....i learnt that her name was Margaret Gathoni. So she has a name like my daughter. That is lovely. I am wondering no longer why it rained and why i had to be there when she needed my help. Once again i am entertaining a stranger in my house. My husband is used to this by now. In fact its not just one but they are two. I dotnt know why i do it i just do.

Today i am going to be taking her to her home to meet her mother and father. it should be very interesting this one. At about 11am we board a matatu and head to Naromoro. I know you are wondering why i have taken interest ...maybe we will find that out. Everyone has a different perspective when it comes to the issues of life. We are headed to a place called Thome- apparently this lies in Laikipia but we have to go through Naromoru. We alight at the stage and are lucky enough to catch a vehicle that was just leaving. Did i mention i have my son with me (he is a blessing---yeah cant go alone ---you never know, and my neighbour's son as well).. We are in this car famously known as a box car where the driver makes sure we fit in almost 10 people. The kind of car when you alight everyone wonders if it had a hole where people were hidden.

Wow its really dry here but nothing will beat the feeling i got when i saw three girraffe and almost 10 real life rhino's. They are beautiful very beautiful. After a while we are here now. I can see our girl is excited to be setting foot on home soil. Maybe she is thinking like i am. We all need to know each other better. She is but a child even if she has attained the age of maturity according to the law. So young i cant imagine what would have happened to her had that old man had his way. On her face is the innocence of youth. She is practically skipping.

This is a real village with no real permanent houses. It is so dry i can hear myself walking and so windy i am glad i well fed. But the kids are having fun enjoying the new vegetation. My heart is in my stomach though as i am wondering what i have gotten myself into this time round. What is her family like? if my kids were in the same situation would someone be kind enough to take a step of faith and bring them home? We are here now.

I did not expect this but i got a genuine hug from the mother. She looks surprisingly young. Its a simple house that only a simple family could afford. I am grateful and thankful that i have what  i have. Not material things...no (although that is a plus) but my family. It is precious everyone of them including this young ones who pass by my hands. We are served and welcomed in the real african way with a big plate of food cooked out of an earthen pot. I am blessed.

Finally we get to reason why we are here. I have a hard task explaining why their only daughter would be found in such a place as she was. Arent we all decieved from time to time? whoever is not guilty should let us know. She is lucky that despite the bad intention from a fellow human being she may end up being helped. But i am sad they have no faith in her. From the fact that they opted to take the boy to highschool and took her to her grandmother. The girl child still secretly suffers in Kenya. She is left to be content with this.

The village here i have noticed has the younger population of girls between 15-19 with babies on their backs and alot of idle young men who have nothing better to do. It is sad really that no one thinks this girls should go beyond primary level education. Maybe someone should build a school and let this girls go back and make something of themselves. What will their young lives be 2 years from now? desparate, married or presumed so...with young to take care of and not much in terms of earning capacity because they dont know.

No i will fight for Gathoni. I cannot leave her here. I will fight to give her a better future away from this place. Maybe she may choose to make something of herself but i will give her a chance. After four hours i am able to convince the parents. They are a bit too happy to get her off their hands. I am thinking to myself , how do i get her back to school?

She has been an year out...... i call the assistant chief he is more than willing to help. He saw where we took her from...he too would like to participate by helping us get her a place in a local day high school. He does mention that this will take money. I promise myself i will try so the journey begins. I will start asking. WHO OUT THERE WOULD LIKE TO GIVE HER A CHANCE......by the time next year comes it is my prayer maybe we will have found her a sponser. I make a mental note to visit the District office but its been so long she has been out of school that i dont know if they will give her a busary.

I am talking to my girl now and telling her not to loose the faith. If one door was opened then the others will open. I have never seen eyes so full of hope. She does not mind working as a house help for now. She is getting helped as my mother is a teacher and she looks determined. Maybe just maybe there is a dream out there that has just been rekindled. What would you do if your were in my shoes?

Saturday 30 August 2014

RESCUING A CHILD

I have been planning for today since mid week because the place i was going to be visiting with a group of adventures person was totally beautiful but then ........ gosh .....the rain decided to do a number on us. After the dissapointment i decided to go to town to pay fees for one happy boy who will be taking swimming lessons this term thanks to his sponser

(see that very very very happy smile)

Despite the rain today i saw a miracle with my own two eyes. Life is such that you have to learn to see the opportunities that come your way. I was in the ghetto very busy with house hold listing. This is an important job as it prepares the ground for the volunteers that will later come to carry out the research. And then the mysterious happened. The village elder and the chairman for Nyumba kumi came in to report an old man with absolutely no manners....His crime?....He was keeping a young girl in his house and he is like 80 years. Apparently he had lied to her that she would be employed and given little money and she could share his house.. Why oh why would someone want to prey on the desparation of others? The guy was lucky enough not to be present otherwise the women had vowed to dismember his mischevious parts that he has been using on innocent girls as young as 7years.
The village assistant chief was called in and the rescuing mission was carried out. INSPIRE takes care of children ....why should i leave this one out. I took her with me and called her mom and established that she is over 18 and ready to have a job. We found her one and infact there is the promise of furthering her education. God help our community... therefore it was a good day today


She may never have completed her education or gone past standard eight but hey we wount let her get lost her because some idiotic grandfather sees fresh meat. Plans underway to help her get an education.....


Tuesday 26 August 2014

Project Kagunduini

The most interesting part about project work is the prospect of exploring. Today i was headed towards one of those villages with unpronouncable names...yeah!!!! that is what i live for ADVENTURE....skip skip skip bounce bounce.

The first stop is the stage...am not being silly but a girl has to ask for directions. (I COULD HUG UWEZO KENYA). i know its an initiative that exposes ME AND YOU to everything. Today am finding out what a strange place with a strange name holds. Am in the matatu now and i pick to sit in the worst place ever. My knees are screaming for reprieve...LORD help me... the even pack an extra body next to me...now we are four...and the annoying driver still wants me to squeeze myself a little further...NKT what does he expect? for me to be a spaggetti am not having this...but am not ready to wait for any other matatu at this point so i keep my cool.
We are off now...have you ever noticed just how matatus at this hour tend to have women and old men or is it that this one is headed towards a village? and after a painful 20 minutes i am more than happy to alight.
So here i am ...this clueless girl...what to do. I decide to enter into the nearest shop that has that old man in it. I would rather avoid the group of rough looking young men sitting idly by the road side. He is so helpful as soon as i explain why am here he immidiately gives me the number of the assistant chief. Nice old man ...there are still good people left out there.
Then the waiting. I suppose i am waiting like anybody else for an old man...so i find myself sitting by the road side also a bit idly (not really...i am reading a book...Bad girls of the bible). After like ten minutes the old man (bless his heart) shows me two men approaching from a distance and informs me that one of them is the guy am looking for. Okay ...old men dont bounce so i wait to check out this one.
He is youngish like ...man okay and restless but very very helpful and entertaining. We are discussing all matters education (but he keeps eying me and making unnecessary suggestions...MEN!!!). But at the end of the day i know i will get helped. AMEN. He calls my village elder and we set a date for friday. Apart from this i have just learned that he is a big fan of TETU boys. So i get into a conversation of what we do. We come to a conclusion about four  things
1. we are going to be lending books to the school
2. we will go to the KENYA national library and welcome them to register the kids there to the national library and then borrow books on their behalf
3. we will consider them for book donations
4. i get invited to the village baraza for a talk on education

i am one happy human being ...today i have achieved something. I have known others and i have discovered a new place. and my work is getting done...yeah
back home i need to recruit the remaining volunteers...being a DC is starting to rub me the right way...

Wednesday 19 March 2014

Sorry state of infrastructure in Kenya’s primary schools - in the dailies

A teacher instructs her pupils at Hurura Primary School in Garsen. Photo/LABAN WALLOGA
What happened to Sydney Mulama sounds like something out of an episode of television reality show 1,000 Ways To Die.
Mulama was a Form Two student at Chesamisi High School in Bungoma County, a lad with valid dreams; dreams that an education would have certainly opened doors for.
However, on the evening of August 5 2013, everything changed. What should have been a routine visit to the toilet turned into a tragedy when the pit latrine he was using collapsed, burying him inside. He was reported missing at bed time when he failed to show up for roll call.
The authorities found his body hours later and had to dig him up using machines. And just like that, his dreams were snuffed out like a candle in the wind.
Following the unfortunate incident, an assessment of the facilities at the school was carried out. District Education Officer for Kimilili, Elisha Omala, says that as per the public health officers’ recommendations, newer, sturdier latrines were put up, as well as a block of water closets.
TRICKY FOUNDATIONS
However, Kimilili District, and indeed the rest of Kenya, is not new to sinking toilets. Heavy rains, coupled with loose soils, make some areas tricky bases for foundations.
For instance, the same year Mulama died, three primary schools in Kimilili; Kibunde FYM Primary School, Kibingei RC Primary School and Namawanga Primary School, reported collapsed latrines. The only reason they did not make it to the news is that this time, there were no casualties involved.
Poor infrastructure in primary schools is a problem that the whole country is grappling with, although, admittedly, some counties suffer more than others. In January this year, students of Kimobo Primary School in Mount Elgon District were sent home after the school was closed down indefinitely due to health and safety concerns.
Public Health officials from the district labeled the school a hazard after discovering that it had only four latrines to serve the over 600 pupils. As a result, some pupils were forced to use the facilities in a nearby secondary school in a bid to avoid the impossible queues found at the latrines every break time.
When the Mwai Kibaki government rolled out the Free Primary Education programme in 2003, public schools faced an unprecedented surge in enrolment numbers. Children who had been previously locked out of school due to inability to pay fees now only had to walk to the nearest public primary school and start learning their ABCs. Besides, the government had made it a criminal offence for any parent to keep their child away from school.
In its zeal to provide education to the masses, the government glossed over one of the most obvious challenges that increased admission into schools would bring: infrastructure. Before the FPE, public primary schools barely had enough classrooms or toilets. After FPE, barely enough became grossly overstretched and congested.
In 2005, the government launched a five-year programme, the Kenya Education Sector Support Programme to outline and implement strategies that would guide infrastructure development in public primary schools, taking into account the bloated numbers and contextualizing the solutions to fit each school.
KESSP found that the biggest infrastructure challenges facing schools were inadequate classrooms, poor state of existing facilities such as toilets, limited number of primary schools and a discrepancy in needs per school. Data gleaned from the 2003 census revealed that there was a shortfall of 43,000 classrooms countrywide, and of the ones that were there, 32 per cent were found to be below standard. These figures, however, were thought to be on the conservative side.
To tackle these challenges, the government proposed a programme that would see 4,000 of the more needy schools in Kenya receive between Sh100,000 and Sh200,000 per year, depending on the enrolment numbers of the school. The funds would be geared towards infrastructure development. A further 970 schools would receive additional grants to construct 3,880 classrooms, 9,700 toilets and upgrade water supplies.
Also included in the larger KESSP plan was the proposal to construct 165 new primary schools based on priority needs in the country. (Efforts to reach ministry officials to shed light on how far the country has come since KESSP was launched were unsuccessful).
More than eight years after the launch of KESSP, the reality on the ground, however, indicates that infrastructure remains a headache for learning institutions. And the Kenya Primary School Head Teachers Association chairman, Joseph Karuga, is worried:
“Forget inadequate desks, some schools are completely wall-less,” he says. These are schools with no classrooms at all, so learning takes place under trees. Physiological needs affect learning as well, and may be part of the reason behind poor performance in public schools as compared to private ones, says Karuga.
This crippling need is what has informed the decision by companies, such as Safaricom, and charity organisations such as Red Cross and ActionAid, to take Corporate Social Responsibility to educational institutions in a bid to provide relief for some of the worst affected schools.
On March 4 this year, for instance, the Safaricom Foundation constructed an ablution block at Imara Primary School, Kayole at a cost of Sh6 million. The school now boasts 16 new boys’ toilets and 21 new girls’ units.
“The Sh1,020 that the government provides for each child is barely enough to buy books, leave alone take care of a school’s infrastructure needs,” laments Karuga. “This is why, despite the fact that primary education is theoretically free, some schools are forced to charge a levy per child per term to build and maintain classrooms and toilets.”
Such is the reality at Lavington Primary School in Nairobi, where parents pay Sh1,500 per child per term for maintenance of infrastructure. However, Musau Ndunda, chairman of the Kenya National Association of Parents, is of the opinion that infrastructure development is solely a government responsibility, and that parents should not pay even a cent to ensure their children get quality education.
“The Education Act 2013 very clearly outlines everyone’s responsibilities,” he says. “The government must build and equip schools while the parent is tasked only with ensuring that the child goes to school.”
Even with the country’s seemingly bad performance in equipping the education sector, a report published in 2012 by United Nations Education Scientific and Cultural Organisation (UNESCO) notes that Kenya’s commitment towards funding education has not waned.
STRONG SPENDING
The report states in part: “The economic downturn does not seem to have adversely affected education spending: 6.7 per cent of Kenya’s GNP was spent on education in 2010, increasing from the 5.4 per cent spent in 1999. This strong spending helped increase the primary net enrolment ratio from 62 per cent in 1999 to 83 per cent in 2009.”
According to the United Nations Children’s Fund (UNICEF), however, Kenya is a long way from meeting the prescribed sanitation standards. The recommended government ratio for physical facilities in schools is 25 girls and 30 boys per latrine. It is estimated that in some places, 100 pupils share one latrine, which exposes them to infections associated with lack of proper sanitation.
Parents enroll their charges in schools trusting that it is a safe environment where they can grow up and get an education. In reality, the school has become just one more place for a child to contract a deadly disease, or worse, die in a freak accident. Like one Sydney Mulama.

Sunday 9 March 2014

From the Dailies - Couple gives teenage mums second chance

By BRIGID CHEMWENO (standard newspapers)
As we enter Daniel and Dorcas Njoroge’s homestead in Marurui, Nairobi, we are welcomed by babies playing in the compound, while their mothers work. The underage mothers from the nearby Jua Kali slums are drawn here by the opportunity to go back to school, acquire skills through which they can become self-reliant, and change the course of their lives, as well as those of their children. These young parents, some of them victims of sexual abuse, have undergone counselling, and are starting their lives afresh. In the group of 18 are four secondary school students hoping to achieve good grades so that they can pursue their dream careers, as well as 14 girls who are receiving training in various income-generating activities. “We take in teenage girls under the age of 15 who have dropped out of school after getting pregnant. Sometimes, rape, drug abuse or prostitution has made the girl’s situation worse. We rehabilitate them and then take them back to school or enroll them in vocational colleges,” says Daniel, an ordained reverend. Cases of pregnant girls being kicked out of home are rife in the Jua Kali slums, said to be home to at least 3,000 families. These homeless girls then become so desperate to make ends meet that they engage in any income-generating activity that comes their way, including prostitution and petty crime. Drugs help to dull the reality of their situation.
The plight of these teenage mothers is what inspired Daniel and his wife, Dorcas, to start the Wings of Compassion Centre in their home. The couple, whose four biological children are grown up, started taking in destitute girls in 2011. “At first, it was not easy persuading people who were used to slum life where they could get quick money through unlawful and immoral ways to change their ways,” says Dorcas. But with time, the mothers and their babies get used to a new life. “Some have gone back to school and are doing well with their studies while others have been trained in hairdressing, tailoring and other trades.” Some of the girls have left the centre to start a new and independent life
Though she had worked as a volunteer in many children’s homes, in 2011, Dorcas says she felt the need to go an extra mile in putting a smile on a desperate face. She was spurred into action the day when, while on a walk with her husband, they found a one-year-old child rummaging through a dumping site in the slum. “We picked up the baby and went round the slum looking for her mother. We came across eight girls chatting, and when they spotted us, one of them, who emerged to be the mother, offered to sell us the baby for Sh2,000,” recalls Dorcas. After a lengthy conversation with the group, it became evident that the girls engaged in prostitution to get money for food. “We identified the area where they lived and started a feeding programme for the young mothers and their babies in our home. As we interacted more closely with them, they confided that many of them lived in single-roomed houses in the slum. To raise the Sh3,000 rent and get money to feed their children, they engaged in prostitution and collaborated with robbers,” says Daniel. “Others were victims of early pregnancy who were kicked out by their parents or guardians when they got pregnant.” After the teenagers had received counselling from the couple and other advisers, there was a need to ensure they could sustain themselves without resorting to illegal means. “Some were prepared to go back to school, while others opted to gain skills through which they could become self-reliant and support their babies,” adds Daniel. Abandoning their bad habits meant the girls could no longer afford to pay rent, so they moved in with the Njoroges. Some of those who were living with guardians were kicked out because they no longer brought any money home. Daniel and Dorcas took it all in their stride, and went from house to house in their neighbourhood, seeking mattresses, bedding and clothes for their guests. Another challenge cropped up when the girls joined school, and the couple had to hire nannies to look after the babies. “We did not have school fees for the mothers, or money to hire staff, but we appealed to good Samaritans and got help,” says Dorcas. So far, 42 teenage mothers have ‘graduated’ from Wings of Compassion Centre. Most of them are working in the neighbourhoods of Roysambu and Zimmerman as tailors and hairdressers. When they leave the centre, they are provided with tools such as sewing machines and salon equipment to start them off in their new lives. The Njoroges also conduct follow-up to ensure the girls are doing well. Daniel and Dorcas may not enjoy the privacy they once did in their home, but they are happy to make the sacrifice to see young mothers and their children leading productive lives



By BRIGID CHEMWENO As we enter Daniel and Dorcas Njoroge’s homestead in Marurui, Nairobi, we are welcomed by babies playing in the compound, while their mothers work. The underage mothers from the nearby Jua Kali slums are drawn here by the opportunity to go back to school, acquire skills through which they can become self-reliant, and change the course of their lives, as well as those of their children. These young parents, some of them victims of sexual abuse, have undergone counselling, and are starting their lives afresh. In the group of 18 are four secondary school students hoping to achieve good grades so that they can pursue their dream careers, as well as 14 girls who are receiving training in various income-generating activities. “We take in teenage girls under the age of 15 who have dropped out of school after getting pregnant. Sometimes, rape, drug abuse or prostitution has made the girl’s situation worse. We rehabilitate them and then take them back to school or enroll them in vocational colleges,” says Daniel, an ordained reverend. Cases of pregnant girls being kicked out of home are rife in the Jua Kali slums, said to be home to at least 3,000 families. These homeless girls then become so desperate to make ends meet that they engage in any income-generating activity that comes their way, including prostitution and petty crime. Drugs help to dull the reality of their situation.
Read more at: http://www.standardmedia.co.ke/lifestyle/article/2000106377/couple-gives-teenage-mums-second-chance

Tuesday 4 March 2014

Give books to inmates - Newspaper article

Well wishers have been urged to donate reading materials to inmates to enable them pass their examinations. Speaking at the Meru Gk Prison, Commandant Benson Mbogori said the inmates undertaking KCPE and KCSE exams fail their exams because of lack of adequate text books.
He called on well wishers to donate various books to enable them pass their national examinations just like other candidates. He said prisoners need to be accepted bak to the society adding that some have excelled in national exams. He said that learning and undergoing various technical courses will help the inmates become reformed citizens by teh time they complete their jail term.

INSPIRE would like to kindly ask anyone intrested in donating books to contact emily at emily714miller@gmail.com of which will be taken to Kingongo prison. thankyou

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