February 11th, 2008
Not a whole lot went on today. I wrote a lot of papers and did a lot of Swahili studying, which I have decided is the most difficult language to learn in the world and I am DREADING the quiz we have scheduled for Thursday. Luckily, I have a meeting with Fred tomorrow at USIU so I should be ok…maybe.
Tonight I went out to dinner at Gipsies with Laura, Jackie, and Mike and then we headed over to Club Afrique with the rest of the group. Club Afrique is where Eric Wainaina performs every Sunday. He is a really good friend of the group and Diana interns at his company Rainmaker. He is a very popular and prolific musician in
It was a really relaxing atmosphere and I am probably going to end up going most Sundays. The club has a section of comfortable booths and good food and the music Eric plays seriously just calms my entire being. I’m not exaggerating when I say that Club Afrique on Sundays is indeed therapeutic.
February 12, 2008
There’s a new boy at Shangilia. He’s five and his name is Antone and his story is seriously heart-breaking. He was found last week on the streets in Kangemi, all alone and absolutely no guardian in site. The person who found Antone brought him to Shangilia and our director, Njenga, confirmed that he is within the standards of Shangilia…destitute, seemingly orphaned, 5-years-old and walking around the streets of the slums. Yeah, I would have to say he fits the mold of a Shangilia student.
The woman who brought him to Shangilia said that his family had been displaced by election violence and somehow they left Antone behind. He isn’t from Kangemi, so Lord knows how he got there. The woman said he didn’t talk much and she could only get some information from him before he stopped talking again. So all that I know is that he is 5, his name is Antone, and his family has apparently left him.
February 14, 2008
I woke up sick, again! I swear to you…I love
Instead, Carrie, Diana, Jackie, Ayah and I went to Open Door which is a really cool Indian Restaurant with awesome food. We drowned our sorrows in tandoori chicken and prawns.
February 15, 2008
Today was the hardest day that I have had in
I spend Friday mornings at Shangilia before class starts. Jackie and I arrived at 9 as usual and we started off by talking to the staff in the office about what they would like us to focus on in terms of this grant proposal. Then I went to my pre-unit class to see all of my kids Lilian (age 5), Everline (age 8), Ken (age 4), Josephine (age 4), Antone (age 5), Anne (age 5), Martin (age 6), and Grace (age 5). I love all of them, but one of them is a stubborn little girl. I’m pretty sure she may even be more stubborn than I am or ever was. I’m not a psychiatrist, but I think the girl has some symptoms of ADD so it makes it difficult to work with her in the classroom, even though I love her to death. So this morning one of the teachers in the classroom was getting extremely frustrated with the stubborn one because she either wasn’t writing fast enough or wasn’t writing at all. The teacher got so angry she whipped out a rod of some sort, I didn’t even see it coming, and started beating the girl with it! Whacking her in the head and chasing her under the table and continued to beat her while the poor child was screaming and crying. No one else even reacted to it, which is awful because it means it is normal. I know that private schools and organizations are not subject to the law that outlaws corporal punishment in public schools in
Fast forward 20 minutes. I was talking to one of my other students outside during break. She has a shaved head, like a lot of the younger girls at Shangilia, except this girl has a big scar on her head where absolutely no hair grows. Today, she was being pretty open with me, so I decided to ask her what happened there. Turns out her father got angry at her and set her head on fire. After the horrible morning in the classroom I couldn’t handle it. I stopped asking questions and just read her a story instead.
I knew that there were going to be difficult days in
On a more positive note, Antone actually spoke today. I got him to say “yes” and “good,” and it was so exciting for me. He is interacting a bit more on all levels. He’ll hug me and give me five, or come sit on my lap during break. So at least we are progressing in that department.
I’m going back tomorrow afternoon because I want to see my kids. Hopefully things will go better.
February 16, 2008
The time has come for me to be proactive in my quest for funds for Shangilia. Only 10%-15% of grant proposals actually get funds, and I don’t want to leave the country having done nothing for them. The organization needs quite a bit of money in order to start their new compound. A German NGO, Cap Amur, donated 6 acres of land to Shangilia in 2004 and they just do not have the funds to get it done. Nothing has been started and they are still going through the legal matters with regards to actually securing the land. Right now the children have a little cement compound, cramped classrooms, and they sleep two to a twin bed, which are all bunked in threes. There are 224 children there.
I will be writing an email to my student council coordinator from
If you are interested in sending a donation please send me an email at molly.canty@gmail.com
From there I can inform you of how the money gets to
Here is the organization’s webpage if you would like to know more about it before deciding to make a donation:
http://www.shangilia.org/
1 comment:
Hey. I found your blog and imediately started crying. I spent my entire summer working with the kids at Shangilia as a substitute teacher, gymnastics coach, and computer teacher. I know every person you are talking about and am so glad that there is someone out there who has also spent an extensive amount of time at the orphanage. I know what you mean when you talk about the beatings. When I was working with Edward doing acrobatics, he would use a rod for dicipline. He even hit poor Benjamin repeatedly just because he was the closest, even though Ben always does what he is told. Josephine and Martin are my favorites. They are still so innocent and happy. But Jane and her older sister are obviously tough because they had to be at one point. And I know exactly who you are talking about when you mentioned the burn. I'm so excited to have found your blog. If you get the chance please tell the staff and students that Chelsea (not the football team...) says hello and that I miss them all deeply.
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