Dear friends


Sorry for the radio silence – throat razored by some unknown (and antibiotic resistant) beastie, and unable to stay awake after about 9pm.

Still, it’s nothing really is it? I mean, when you think of all those starving kids in Africa…Hmmm!

I was brought up short recently, by a gentle, funny satire about the way we  use stereotyping to raise funds for our chosen causes.  Radi-Aid, with its story of collecting radiators in Africa so that the people in Norway won’t freeze, makes me wonder if I don’t owe Africa a huge apology.  The caption next to the Radi-Aid video asks, “Imagine if every person in Africa saw the “Africa for Norway”-video, and this was the only information they ever got about Norway. What would they think about Norway?” Do click on the link – it’s really well done.

Are your impressions of Africa that it’s a vast wilderness of drought and corruption, HIV and famine?  And have I helped to  shape those impressions?  Be assured,  they are not representative of this richly diverse and enormous continent.

Kenya with your tribal art and music, your truly breathtaking landscapes, your incomparable beaches, the almost indescribable Rift Valley, and Mount Kenya and your lakes.  The list never ends: your wildlife; the mind-boggling migration of wildebeest, and above all, your people; their languages; traditions and their history going back into prehistory – our hominid ancestors.

Ah! Kenya, beautiful Kenya!  Still when I emerge from your slums, my visions are of hopelessness and despair, illegal alcohol stills, hunger, cholera and discarded children.  I don’t see your beauty then.

I know these aren’t Kenyan problems – they’re world problems.  Cardboard cities; drugs in schools; children abused; the elderly ignored; the different feared and pushed to the side…Europe…America (North and South)…Asia…

We paint a partial picture, a close-up, a light in a shadowy corner, that’s all.  But the more I think about it, the more I realise that, as long as we don’t distort the truth – painting it worse than it really is – it isn’t wrong.

Even though it’s not representative, not even of the slums, it’s absolutely true of where we are working.  And it’s what charities do – publicising needs to raise aid.  It’s tourist boards who get to promote all the good things – lucky them!
And as long as they do their job as well as we do ours, we’ll get a better view of Kenya.  And everywhere else.

Suffer now – enjoy tomorrow!

Hallo everyone!

Meet N.  We’re guests at his  wedding.  You can see the men and women in jewel colours; the elegant dancers.  Listen to the long speeches; the shouts of encouragement (and perhaps one or two salty observations – you know what weddings are like!)

That’s N., switching effortlessly between three languages.  You can tell he’s on top of the world.  Enchanted by his lovely new wife, he’s captivating the whole assembly with his joy.

Perhaps we should be kind and leave him there for a while, holding his bride, deeply in love, surrounded by his friends.

“Ian, are you crazy?  Who leaves in the middle of a great party?”

I know, but it’s important.  I’d like you to meet someone else, and I don’t know how much  time we’ve got.

To me, she has always been Mary, I’ve never known her Kenyan name. She is 14, a student at one of Kenya’s prestigious boarding schools, and a while ago she was assigned to show me her school, and to make sure I was impressed.

This is what she told me.

“I get up at four and take care of myself and my clothes.  By five I have to be dressed and we do an hour’s homework.  Then we all have chores around the school to keep it in tip-top condition.”

“After breakfast – it’s only fifteen minutes – we have time to do another hour’s study before school starts at eight.  We go through our different classes till five o’clock in the afternoon, and the last hour is sports, not studying”.

“After school we have a rest for forty-five minutes till supper which takes fifteen minutes.  After that we study again, until nine or ten.  If we want to study more we have to ask for an extension, but everyone must stop by midnight, because it’s not good to become tired.”

When she had finished, she looked at me and said,  “It’s OK, You get used to it”

You may not believe it, but Mary is living a dream.  That dream is written on a battered metal sign outside another school.  “Suffer now – enjoy tomorrow”.  You see, Mary grew up in a slum, and she’s doing everything in her power to break free.  Please pray that she makes it.

N. was a dreamer too – before Mary was born.  We already know where his story leads, but this is how it begins.

When N. was Mary’s age, he went to see his head teacher.  It took almost more courage than he had, but it was a defining conversation.  Exhausted by the demands of his timetable, he had come to tell his teacher that he would no longer get up early or stay up late to study.

Shocked almost beyond speech, the teacher could only manage to bark, “Why not?”

N. was completely alone, and in that moment almost anything could have happened to him.  So it was with the utmost respect that he replied, “Because, Sir, I think I would learn better if I could just stay awake in the lessons”.

Faced with this rebellion, the teacher’s next step was clearly to throw the lad onto the street and leave him there.  But instead, in utter contempt, he told the boy to do as he wanted, predicting that in a year the school would be pleased to return him to the shadows from which he had crawled.  But that never happened.

Four years later, N. received his final school result – a very fine A minus. In all that time he had never got up at four to study, and had rarely gone to bed after ten. Proudly he sought out his head teacher to tell him the news.

“I already know”, the man said, still unsmiling. “And now you just think what you could have achieved if you’d really studied!”

Thanks for reading


Poster Girl

Hi everyone – it’s Ian again.  Last week, I promised to introduce you to some of the people who have inspired us at Giraffe.  So meet C, having her photo taken outside her school.


She smiles and gives a thumbs up, a little bundle of giggles and mischief. Out of shot, her teacher stands, a reassuring presence, but C doesn’t need any reassurance.  Her sense of fun and confidence come from an understanding that she is treasured and valued, and her five year old sense of security is unshakeable.  But that is about to change.

The slums are like any large city.  Many people don’t come from there, they arrive like leaves on the wind, drawn in by the lure of work, or driven in by drought or famine in rural areas.  Visits to families who have remained behind are rare but important occasions.

Soon after this photo was taken, Mum, C and her two older brothers visited family members at the coast, and by all accounts they had a merry time together.   But in their absence, C’s dad, overcome with shame because he could not provide for his family as he wanted, ended his own life.   The slums are dark places and in that moment the light of a little girl’s smile was extinguished.

Shortly after, C’s mum met someone who told her that there was work to be found in another country, and she simply went, leaving her children behind. The oldest looked after his siblings as best he could although he himself was very young – and to his credit, he somehow held this young family together.

C’s mum did eventually return and thankfully C is back in school.  Her confidence will never be unshakeable again, but she presses on, hoping one day to escape the grip of the slum on her young life.

For us, she’s a symbol of how easily things can turn – and a reminder of why the support we and many others offer is so important to these children.   And that’s also why C is the face of our donate button, and will be for some time to come.

Thanks for reading


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