What a beautiful group of people! It took us almost three days to reach Kabompo, in rural north-west Zambia, but we were met with an extremely warm, sung welcome and over the following week the joy from the children kept coming.
'News' doesn’t always happen to ‘other people’ – sometimes it hits people we care about, and hits them hard. Several of our partners have experienced major challenges recently, due to events which made headlines around the world.
“The stony track was too narrow for a car, we had to walk. Over three days, hot and dusty, we climbed hills, crossed streams on rotting planks, and trekked through ‘bush’. At the end of the hike, we’d find a small traditional mud and wattle house with a grass-thatched roof, home to a family with a child with disabilities. No electricity. No running water. Families struggle to survive in such harsh environments, walking miles for clean water and trying to cultivate land for food. Able-bodied children walk several kilometres to school. Children with disabilities are isolated and...
So you want to write to your sponsored child? That’s great! Sponsoring a child can be very rewarding for both the sponsor and the child, and part of that is the correspondence you can build up between you.
As I spent time with DS I was reminded once again how special so many of our partners are.
A self-confessed "jungle man", he feels out of place in town. Even though we met in an area of north-western Thailand which feels fairly remote to me, he still feels uncomfortable.
We spent time going through his work supporting village schools in the south of Karenni state in Myanmar, talking through the difficulties of running schools which the government is seeking to eliminate.
The government is keen to build schools, provide teachers from out of state and help develop...
Nine year-old Chanti* was desperate to go to school. But her parents needed money, and they made her work as a cleaner in the home of a rich couple in nearby Kalyan.
Twelve year-old *Haya was born in Raqqa, and lived there through most of the war, at the heart of ISIS’ Caliphate. The family made several unsuccessful attempts to leave. Finally, after ISIS were forced out, the family fled to Lebanon in 2017, and Haya began attending Global Care’s Shack School.
I’m in India. The problem with being in India is that there really isn’t anything that hasn’t been said already. The likes of Salman Rushdie and the Marigold Hotel have pretty much described its over-population, pollution and paradoxical business and spiritual nature.
