Standing in the middle of happy chaos, Rob Allan wonders where to begin. Boys had come from every corner of the community and were bubbling over with unrestrained excitement—the I Love Baseball (ILB) team was here to teach them!
Second-grade student Pasca eagerly walks to her teacher’s house. She can’t wait to start writing a new book this week. Teacher Lindsey, as she’s affectionately called by the children in the Uganda Children’s Homes, will be there waiting with freshly stapled colored paper, just like she is every Tuesday afternoon.
Children look forward to Christmas in Sierra Leone. This is the period when relatives who work in other parts of the country and the world come back home to celebrate. It is a time of family reunification. Traditional festivals are held. Marriages are mostly celebrated during the month of Christmas. People save throughout the year to celebrate Christmas.
When Neil Slate stops, leaning on his shovel to catch his breath, Melida Joseph quickly brings him a plastic chair to rest in. Neil and his Venture Team are building Melida’s family’s first latrine. Here in the batey of Los Robles—an old Haitian migrant worker shantytown in the Dominican Republic—many families still live without basic resources like toilets.
I’ve wanted to sponsor a child for a long time. I made excuses about the money and the timing, and I wondered if my small contributions could even make a dent in such enormous issues as poverty and injustice and limited access to education.
The backpack opens up like Mary Poppins' bag of tricks. Inside is a solar-powered projection system with everything Marc Antoine needs to show the JESUS film to the students: a screen, projector, and sound system.
Ebola is disappearing from headlines as other news stories push it aside. But the disease itself is still going strong. Last week, there were 537 new confirmed cases in Sierra Leone, according to the World Health Organization. The following thoughts come to you directly from our children in Sierra Leone, as they face this outbreak happening all around them.
It wasn’t long after Morris’ father passed away that his mother reached the end of her rope. Seven-year-old Morris woke up one morning to find his mother’s dead body on the floor of their home. Grief-stricken and paralyzed by the fear of not being able to provide for her children, she had taken her own life.
This is a special recipe. Although it’s not a traditional Ugandan dish, this recipe was created for COTN by a culinary class at the Rosen College of Hospitality Management in Orlando, Florida, and designed around local, affordable ingredients that can be found in Uganda.
Every day at our Village Partnership Program in Haiti, mothers volunteer to work for hours in the kitchen—a patch of dirt under a shade tree—to prepare lunch for 75 children. They make it look easy. Like a well-oiled machine they clean the rice, crack coconuts open on a nearby rock, and light a fire in the barbecue style oven.