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Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Goin' to Gona

A post by Karen Timothy.

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Sue and Curt in front of the Gona classroom they funded

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Gona Classroom

    And now for the real purpose of this amazing trip to Africa….we were going to Gona, a small Kenyan village, whose history had left little marks on the hearts of those who were there the year before. 

    Gona was a typical African village with typical African people and typical African children that sang typical African songs.  The summer of 2010, however, set their school apart from the typical African school….Koins for Kenya had built them a lovely pit latrine!!!  There was a big celebration planned and much ado was to be made over the whole thing. 

You can read about the 2010 Gona activities here.

    Just a day or two before the celebration, one young Gona school boy wasn’t feeling so good.  It was time for his exams, however, so rather than miss school, he suffered through his tests and the rigors of getting to and from school with little to eat and reeling with sickness.  That evening when it became apparent that the boy needed some serious medical attention, his uncle walked him to the nearest dispensary but found no help there.  They quickly decided to try to reach the Mnyenzeni dispensary but it was getting dark and the boy had little strength left.  Night had fallen by the time they reached Mnyenzeni and the Koins expeditioners were sitting outside, sharing what they called “Peaches and Pits,” –  stories of the good and bad things that had happened that day.  They noticed a disturbance under a nearby tree and someone went over to check it out.  There under a big tree, not 50 yards from the dispensary, the young boy died, having suffered a painful death from malaria. 

    Even if this sweet boy had made it to the dispensary in time, there would have been nothing they could have done for him.  As I’ve mentioned before, while the government does have medication that will cure malaria, they will not give it unless the patient has had a blood test confirming the disease.  The Myenzeni dispensary had no way of performing that test because they didn’t have a microscope.  You can imagine how sobering that night was for all who had witnessed such a tragedy.  In typical African fashion, the women who had gathered around the young boy began to make a loud, trilling sound that filled the black night, indicating that someone had just died.  It was that sound that informed the boy’s mother that he had passed away.  She could not travel as quickly as the others and had not arrived with them to see him take his last breath under the tree. 

    There was some question about whether or not to go ahead with the Gona celebration with this sadness hanging over everyone but the preparations had been made and it was decided to proceed.  During that celebration, Koins was given an envelope containing 10% of the cost of a new school building.  While they had several buildings on their makeshift campus, they needed more room and were asking for help with a new 3-room building.  Sitting there in the heat, choking on the soda pop and cookies that must have cost the villagers a fortune to provide, Sue knew that she was the one who was supposed to build the new school in Gona.  She says she groaned inside but if she did, it was just the groan of someone good getting up out of a comfortable seat to do something hard and wonderful.

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Microscope funded by Cindy's class being used at Mnyenzeni dispensary

    Upon their return home, Sue began a year long journey of raising the money to build the classroom in Gona and Cindy went back to school with a determination that not one more child would die of malaria on her watch.  Sue and Curt enlisted the help of friends, family, neighbors and boy scouts and raised not only enough money to build the school but also desks, water cisterns and a latrine…with money left over to put towards another school or project of their choosing.  Cindy welcomed a new classroom of students at Windridge elementary with her infectious enthusiasm and spurred them on to raise $1,500 to buy a microscope for the Mnyenzeni dispensary.  That was the microscope that arrived earlier this year which, in the first week, saved 6 lives by identifying malaria in 6 out of 8 blood samples.

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New Gona latrines under construction

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Curt painting inside the Gona classroom

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Karen painting in the Gona classroom

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Variety of paintbrushes used to whitewash Gona school

    By the time we arrived in the village this summer, the Gona school was almost ready.  The celebration was about 5 days away and it just needed to be cleaned and painted.  My ears pricked up!  I quickly confirmed what I had already suspected…. painting an African school does not resemble the faux painting I do at home. The primer seemed to be sheet rock dust mixed with water and the brushes we painted with were nothing short of hilarious!  Some had such long heavy bristles that it was like painting with a wig on a stick.  Other had been chopped off so many times that the ½” bristles barely stuck out of the handle.  Worse…once we got that awful primer on, the school folks stood back and proudly said, “There!!”  Whoa!  You could rub that stuff off with your shirtsleeve but that was all they were putting on the inside walls.  Fortunately, they have this style going where everything is 2-toned so we were able to paint “below chair rail” – minus the chair rail – a bright blue, which greatly improved the overall look.  Then we went outside to paint more blue and noticed that the white primer had been smeared over some of the brick.  We were told that the bricks would get a coat of white paint the next day and the alarms in my head started going off.  Sure enough, we got all the blue painted with the edges nicely cut in and – to make a long story short – the next day 50 kids and parents with buckets of how-the-heck-they-got-it-I’ll-never-know white OIL paint finished painting the school, obscuring the fact that there had ever been blue paint anywhere near the building! I can only imagine the whole scene.  These people are used to painting with the watered down primer and somehow they had gotten their hands on oil paint.  They were told it would come off with water but it won’t. I don’t want to see their school uniforms.   I can’t imagine their little hands, and legs, and feet!  They had flung it high and low so even their heads must have been covered!  Curt and Mike about died when they saw it.  After a bit of stomping and fuming and a couple of diet cokes, they resolved to go back the next day before the celebration and repaint the whole thing.  They did.  It was beautiful.  Life goes on.

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Mural and cistern and the Gona classroom

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Sign from main road leading to Gona school

    I was happy to be in the van with Sue on the drive to the celebration because she had not yet seen what the rest of us had.  The road to Gona had been renamed, “Curt Tingey Drive.”  I knew she’d die and wanted to see the look on her face.  She was a good sport about it though and was just glad they hadn’t named it “Mama Gona Drive” like Curt wanted!



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Curt and Sue being honored at opening celebration of Gona

    At the celebration Curt and Sue were given Duruma names and wrapped in beautiful kanga cloths as they were adopted into the Duruma tribe.  Next it was Bret and Ingrid’s turn, then Mike and Cindy’s.  They then asked Tara to stand and they gave her a Duruma name – Raziki.  That meant “Gift from God.”  They told the rest that they’d get back to us with our names and by the end of the ceremony we had all been given a Duruma names and kanga cloth and were properly adopted by our new family. 

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The entire group received new kangas and Duruma names

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Dancers at the Gona celebration

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Some of the Koins sponsored university students are honored at the Gona celebration

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Bret receives 10% funding from Bofu, the next school to be built by Koins

    Next came the dancers and the presentation of the Koins sponsored college students, and the headmaster of Bofu school with his 10% for next year…and the little girl who gave a poem about AIDS and how it is a killer.  Sobering.  About 10% of the population has HIV/AIDS, and other African countries have a much higher percentage. 

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Kenyan girl recites a poem about AIDS

    It was quite a celebration all in all.  We had many adventures getting ready for it – 3 in particular we won’t soon forget.

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Purity with her sponsor Kim, and Abel, Kim's nephew

    1.  Purity is a young woman who is being sponsored through Koins to attend the university in Nairobi.  Since her sponsor, Kim, was with us, Bret flew Purity in to meet her and attend the Gona celebration.  We weren’t really surprised that she had never been on an airplane before and it had obviously made her quite nervous.  We were surprised, however, that she had never been to Gona before.  Purity was raised in the village of Mnyenzeni where family still lives.  Mnyenzeni is the village where Koins has built its “headquarters”, kitchen and shop.  It was from Mnyenzeni to Gona that the half marathon had been run.  Do the math….Gona is only a half marathon away from Mnyenzeni and yet this girl had never been that far from home!  There’s even a short cut if you’re not driving but for some reason – lack of curiosity, lack of need, lack of energy…whatever – this was the first time Purity had been the 13 miles away from home to the village of Gona.

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Car batteries are used to charge cell phones when no electricity is available

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Cell phone charging is a Koins microbusiness

    2.  There is a strange phenomenon there.  You can be watching a woman take a pan off the fire using her kanga as a hot pad, thinking you’re in the stone age, and her cell phone will ring!  Tons of people have cell phones and it’s quite the status symbol.  All of the Kenyans on the Koins staff live by their phones and Eliud had his in his pocket while we were painting the Gona school.  Well, nature called but forgot to leave a message that he ought to take the phone out of his pocket before he entered the latrine.  Sure enough, his phone went down the latrine and he was beside himself!!  He was frantically dashing about, looking for something to retrieve it with.  REALLY?  Would you believe he finally got a teacher to reach down and haul it up??  Surprise….it didn’t work!  After all that, they had to get him a new phone.  That really stinks!

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    3.  The most tender moment was the day a tiny little woman showed up to see Cindy.  There is another phenomenon there.  If you need something to happen you just say it out loud and it happens.  Well, Cindy had said out loud that she wanted to meet the mother of the little boy who had died under the tree the summer before.  Sure enough, the woman showed up at the school the day we were painting and Cindy got a chance to visit with her.  She was able to tell this lovely, weathered, miniature of a woman that she was so sorry her son had died and that she had thought about her all year long. She told her of the children in her school class in America who brought their money and went without parties (she would have no idea what a party was) so that they could buy a microscope to put in the dispensary her son had tried to reach.  She told her that even though he could not be saved, because of him, others would live.  It was a sacred time and one I’ll never forget.  You could see the relief on Cindy’s face that she had finally come full circle with this mother and her story, and that she had finally been able to let her know that her suffering DID matter and that her son’s death was not taken in stride.  At the end of their visit, Cindy gave the woman a basket filled with food and other things she might need.  It was large and heavy and the woman was so grateful.  Not knowing how far the woman was from home, some of us started looking around for a van to drive her but before we  even had a chance to try, she had hoisted the heavy load up onto her head and turned towards home.  She was a vision of strength in so many ways.
   
   
   
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The Koins group in new desks in the new Gona classroom
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The story of Gona is a true Koins for Kenya success story.  Tragedy was witnessed, an opportunity was seized, determination and effort were put forth, and great rewards were experienced by all, both those who gave and those who received.  Not only were the Tingey's able to fund the classrooms at Gona, but they raised enough money to build latrines and a new cistern, desks and teacher tables. 

Koins now has the challenge to fund a similar project for the community of Bofu, who have raised their 10% and given that contribution to Koins.  We hope to have a similar celebration at Bofu during the summer of 2012.

If you are interested in contributing to Koins projects, you can be assured that 100% of your donation goes directly to the projects in Kenya.  You can make a one time or monthly contribution safely and simply here.

Asante sana,

IVL

 

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Top of Utah groups, schools donate to Koins for Kenya - Standard-Examiner

Top of Utah groups, schools donate to Koins for Kenya - Standard-Examiner
see photos and read story by clicking on link above

By Ruth Malan

Standard-Examiner

Stndard-Examiner correspondent

Fri, 07/01/2011

FRUIT HEIGHTS -- Many young students in Kenya no longer have to sit on the dirt floors of crumbling schools built of sticks and mud.

That's due to the help of a few Top of Utah locals, including Morgan resident Cindy Workman and Fruit Heights couple Sue and Curt Tingey, who all became involved in a project called Koins for Kenya, a foundation that provides ways for caring Americans to actively engage with rural Kenyans to provide education opportunities.

Ten years ago, Bret Van Leeuwen, of Alpine, went to Kenya and found such a great need for outside help that he formed the foundation Koins for Kenya.

Workman, a Morgan resident and sixth-grade teacher, also helped form the foundation.
"Ten years ago, I went to Africa with another humanitarian project," Cindy said. "I met Bret and we wanted to do something for the same village and it grew from there."

Sue Tingey heard of the needs in Kenya and also desired to help. Because of some health problems she didn't have the opportunity to go with her husband when he first took the journey to help build desks for the students. But last year Sue went along, and she will be leaving July 8 on another expedition.
"At first I thought the problems were so enormous that I wondered if we could make a difference. They need water, housing, sanitation," Sue Tingey said. "Last year when we went, we added another room to a school."

Anyone can donate coins for Kenya, but several local schools have already helped in a big way. Windridge Elementary, of Kaysville, where Workman teaches, has already helped to build a school. This year, Windridge and Eagle Bay Elementary, of Farmington, collected a combined total of $10,000. Also, Guy Child Elementary School, in South Ogden, collected enough money to pay to build a cistern to collect rain water.

Each spring, Workman's class has a water walk so they can understand what it would be like not to have water in the house.
"The thing that's most awesome is to see 12-year-olds involved," said Workman.

Students in Kenyan villages must get their own drinking water.
"They usually get their water from a watering hole where animals also go," Sue Tingey said. "When the children are on their way to school they stop to get water to drink for the day."

Villagers are getting a hand up, not a hand-out.
"Villagers must put up 10 percent. They must sacrifice, cash is a really big deal," Sue Tingey said.
This year, the group traveling from Utah to the village of Mnyenzeni will build a school, two cisterns, a latrine and school desks, she said.

Curt Tingey oversees the wood shop, where desks will be built for the 300 children who will attend the three-room school. He is also building tables and furniture for the teachers, who currently must stand all day as they teach. Because they have no school supplies, Koins for Kenya will take science supplies to them.

Workman's classroom also raised money to purchase a microscope for a medical clinic. Both Workman and Tingey explained that the Kenyan government will not provide treatment for those with malaria unless they are first tested. The clinic had to have a microscope in order to provide the test. The microscope was delivered in January.

"The next day, eight people were tested and six had malaria. You could say we saved six peoples' lives," Workman said.

Sue Tingey's sister, Karen Timothy, of Fruit Heights, also wanted to get involved in Koins for Kenya.
On June 28, more than 160 people gathered in the backyard of Timothy's home for a fundraising dinner. It was a familiar scene, as this was the 12th dinner Timothy has hosted.
"To do service is a great experience. It's been so much fun," Timothy said.

In May, Tingey arranged for a huge garage sale, with items donated by friends and neighbors that raised over $5,000.

None of the money goes to overhead, it all goes to help the people, she said.

It is a tradition in Africa that schools be named for those who provide the school. However, Tingey said she was uncomfortable with having a school named for her family.
"It is an honor for them to meet you. This isn't something I am comfortable with, but I have to look at their point of view," Tingey said.
The school they will build this summer will be named "The Tingey School of Gona."
"We are naming it in honor of our kids," she said.

Donations may be made to help with the many projects taking place at Koins for Kenya. For more information go to www.koinsforkenya.com
 
According to their website, "The goal of Koins for Kenya is to develop programs which are self-sustaining."

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Sue and Catelin's Shadowing Experience in Kenya



Sue preparing corn for pounding
Sue getting rid of the corn hulls
Sue pounding the corn

Sue chopping wood
When Catelin and I shadowed Frida for the day, ohmigosh....
Within the first hour we had blisters from pounding the corn and were happy when she told us, "Now we walk to my garden."  Didn't know the "garden" was over the mountain and through the woods and that when we got there, we had some serious wood chopping to do.   So, with our gloves and water bottles safely locked back in Frida's hut, we commenced to chop and chop and chop.   That was when the blisters started popping and we were losing skin and getting very sore hands.  Some of the ladies that were nearby got a kick out of us and told Frida that one of her girls was very strong (that would be Catelin) and the other one was poli-poli. (?really?)   Catelin and I each got our bundles of wood on our heads to hike back over the mountain and that's when Frida strapped the only fat baby in Africa, Eunice, to Catelin's back.  I had to stop for a rest halfway and it was all I could do to get that wood back to the hut, while Catelin, her wood, her baby and 20 little extra helper-feet hustled on ahead.  Whenever we met women on the trail between the garden, the wood-cutting, the water-getting, they would greet us and welcome us and I would tell them that we were Frida's maids.  They really got a huge laugh out of that. 
Sue carrying wood, Kenyan style
When we got back to the hut, thankfully, Frida was hungry so it was time to make tea - the long way.  Build a fire, fetch the water, boil the water, throw in chai leaves, a little sugar and something white and for the first time, I was thankful NOT to have a microwave - it gave us a good, long breather.  Frida sent John to the little store to buy some cookies.  I had seen her give him some coins but didn't know it was to buy cookies for us.  Not a good feeling, as I'm sure that was a significant sacrifice for them. James was there with Patrick so he joined us in a little "tea party" sort of thing with Frida and all of her kids.  Cate, James and I all tried to dump our tea into Patrick's cup so we wouldn't have to drink it or offend our hostess.  She was not taking "no, thank you" for an answer!  It was cute to see Eunice, who was constantly nursing on mommy, down a big mug of chai tea and chunk of bread.

Chai tea break with James, Catelin, Patrick and Frida
Catelin getting water
Then it's time to get water. Patience and Beatrice both helped with that chore.  I couldn't balance the 5 gallon bucket on my head so Frida took that, Catelin took two large jugs and I took Eunice. We had been there much longer than we planned so when we got back, we were both exhausted and hurting and told them we had to leave.  (We didn't say it was because we needed a cold drink and some Advil.)   On the way home, Cate and I talked about these women and girls that do this everyday of their lives and I have thought about them every day since we left.  I will never complain again when all 6 of my gas burners are going and both of my ovens are full.

Sue with baby Eunice on her back
Another favorite experience was being able to teach in the classrooms. We usually had about 85-95 kids per class and I was so impressed at their attentiveness.  I taught a lesson about working using the story of the Little Ren Hen.  I had children help by dressing them in simple costumes and saying simple lines.  They were so shy.  I could tell it was something new for them to use costumes or props of any kind.  They always laughed when we put the costumes on their classmates.  Some of the classrooms had desks, some sat on floors. Madame Edda's class at Mnyenzeni primary school sat on the floor, but in rows and groups of 3 as if they were sitting in desks. She was so appreciative of our being there.   She told us she was going to make masks and rehearse this play with her class.  After we left to go to the next class,  I could hear her and her class singing the songs we had just sung with them.  When we finished our teaching, I took all the props and the story book back to Mdm. Edda so that she could do the play with her kids. She was tickled. Even the teachers were willing learners, there is so much they can learn about creativity in teaching.

Miguneni classroom experience
After finishing our classes at Miguneni, Catelin and I were walking through the schoolyard to join our group when we heard singing. As we listened, we both thought we heard them sing "Catie" so we walked over to the classroom where she had been teaching earlier and sure enough, they were singing "O teacher Catie, how do you do?  We are happy to see you teacher we want to dance with you."  They were singing so loudly, hoping Catelin would hear them, and we were so glad we returned.  Then they sang all 94 verses, same as the first, while Cate walked amongst them.  Such beautiful, joyful faces. This is one of my favorite videos of the trip.



Another time, Catelin and I found ourselves surrounded by a sea of beautiful black faces, so excited to be near us or touch us or speak to us.  It was a bit overwhelming at times and I was puzzled by the attention that was poured upon us as if we were celebrities or someone of great importance. As we were surrounded by this huge group, I felt this consuming feeling of connection to these strangers and then I realized what it was. I said to Cate, "Heavenly Father knows every one of their names." I was surrounded by brothers and sisters that were born under different circumstances and I felt a keen expectation placed in my heart. They are victims of very difficult circumstances in the same way that I am a beneficiary of very blessed circumstances.  I know I can't just walk away from that place and do nothing.  Where much is given....

Catelin playing with kids at Miguneni Primary school

Sue's husband, Curt, reading to village kids
With Frida's family