Friends ask:  “Are you going back to Tanzania this year?”  I say:   “Yes, but it will probably be my last year, I mean there are so many other things I would like to do.  Travel to paint in Europe, for example.”  Then, I get here.  I see friends I have come to love.  I see the progress the children are making in school, children KARIMU is paying fees for.  Students at Msalato Theological College who will go out into villages and provide help to people so removed from life as we know it.  Villages with no electricity – no contact with what is going on in their own country, much less the wider world.  Women here have not heard of Oprah Winfrey, Nelson Mandela, Desmond Tutu,  (though most everyone HAS heard of Barack Obama!)  They have not eaten cheese or butter because no refridgeration, or churns.  In the new English Class for Pastor’s Wives, textbooks had to be rewritten because the English books had words like manicure, panty hose, microwave, alarm clock, ATM,  egg beater,  thermometer.  Feminine hygene products are unheard of in the villages.

The students Tally worked with our first year have graduated and are now out in villages, some cover many villages (as much as 10), but I will leave those details for Tally to tell you about.  My point is that we see progress!   Piglets that have grown into pigs that are having piglets and bringing money to their owners (women).  We, WITH YOUR HELP, are making progress.

“America’s poor live in material conditions that would be judged as comfortable or well off just a few generations ago.”  U. S. Census Bureau  (I do not mean here to minimize the problems of the American poor, they are real – but there is a difference)

African poor die from hunger and disease, they shiver from cold as the nights grow old and dark, sleep on the ground with no blanket or pillow.  And, these are not “druggies”, rather they are hard-working, intelligent, often educated, people attempting to make their world a better place.  Sandy told me this morning about a student who had no clothes except those he was wearing, a shirt and trousers.  He was cold, and she gave him a used sports jacket.  He broke into tears.

So, each time I come, I know deep down in my heart, I will come back again…

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