Testimonies-kenya
Hello,
My daughter Brooke Robertson participated in an IFRE program.
She was in Nairobi Kenya and stayed with John Bigigni and worked at Bignet Education Center. Brooke and I wanted to tell you that she had a wonderful experience and would like to recommend this experience to other volunteers.
If you would like to talk to either Brooke or I we would love to share her experience with you or someone. 207 363 3392.
Thank you in advance for your assistance.
Best,
Marilyn Robertson
My Kenya experience
I'll definitely never forget these children and the memories we shared and the lessons they taught me about life. The pictures definitely cannot do the experience justice, but hopefully with this little write up the pictures will mean more and become more full of life.
Possibly one of the greatest parts of the program was the ability to be immersed into the Kenyan culture by living with a family. I couldn't have asked for a nicer family - they were a family of four - June (mom), Anderson (dad), Trevor (4 year old son), and Tracy (1 year old). Also living with them was June's younger brother, Arthur, and their housegirl, Ezna. The house was outside of Nairobi in a lower middle-class estate - it contained 3 bedrooms, two baths, electricity and running water. I learned so much from these wonderful people - not only about Kenya , but about life. Yes their life was not full of luxury and riches, but again they couldn't have been happier and didn't ever let on that they would have it any other way!
Please read poem of two my students.
Jenna Smith
AIDs
A Poem by Shalom Naomi
 AIDs oh AIDs
You have killed many people
Men and women, ladies and gentlemen
Leaving homes without people
Yet you are still killing people.
AIDs oh AIDs, you are my enemy.
Your name is four lettered A-I-D-S
But when somebody gets infected
You make him bear blames and curses
Friends fear him and run away from him
Leaving him with sorry feelings, lonely, helpless,
Hopeless, and the list goes on.
AIDs oh AIDs, you are my enemy.
Parents are crying for their children
Children are crying for their parents.
You have swept them away yet leaving them
Orphans, mothers, widows, fathers, widowers.
AIDs oh AIDs, your are not satisfied. |
African Child
A Poem by Emmaculate Nyambura
 I am an African child,
I am a Kenyan child.
I am proud to be an African.
I am proud to be a Kenyan.
The almighty God loves me,
His love fills my heart.
Extra ordinary human disaster
came upon me, it took away my
mother and my father was all so involved.
I was left with no one to depend on.
This is my little sister and I have a
little brother they depend on me because
I am their older sister there is nothing I can do
unless someone helps me.
It is your responsibility to make our dreams
in life a reality; my/our future depends on you! |
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