I wish you were here. I wish I could take you by the hand, and sit you next to me on Hannah’s couch. So you can feel the warmth of her energy in person.
When we knocked on her door, Hannah shrieked playfully, “You have arrived early. Don’t film me yet - I haven’t done my hair!” We laughed and nodded in understanding. She ducked into the next room, her hand placed squarely over her headscarf.
Her modest house contained one small common room, flanked by two simple quarters on either side. A single light bulb hung from the tin roof. Dozens of baby chicks chirped relentlessly outside.
I sat on her couch and admired the walls. Every inch was covered with images: soccer posters, yellowed calendars and wall hangings. Looking closer I saw one small hand-stitched embroidery, with a bible verse. Surrounded by happy flowers it read, “To whom much is given, much is expected.”
Once outside, we treaded carefully down a steep slope to her small garden. We walked through trees until we reached a clearing where the sky opened up before us. Fruits and vegetables of every variety lay in neat little rows. Huge fuchsia flowers bloom wildly along her fence. It’s an unexpected Eden.
Carefully, Hannah went to work.
Her farming business has tripled since she purchased her irrigation pump, a fact she is keenly aware of.
After Hannah finished her watering, she grabbed an old bucket, filled it with water from her small well, and did something unexpected. She began painstakingly washing every inch of her pump free of mud and dirt. Carefully. Methodically. As if she was caring for a precious child.
After twenty long minutes, she carefully took her pump, laid it on a plastic tarp, and tied it up with string. I asked if she did this routine every day.
“No,” Hannah replied. “Plants only need to be watered every other day.”
In her own way, she answered my question.
I took my notebook out of my backpack and wrote one word in the margin. Value.
Hannah and her husband bought this pump themselves.
Your support helps to subsidize the costs, so that the pump can be sold at an affordable price. This way, farmers feel invested and dignified. No determined farmer is too destitute to pay, and KickStart (our local partner) even developed a layaway program for those truly in need.
With the income generated from selling her crops, Hannah has invested in chickens. She sells eggs alongside her produce. She can also afford her son’s school fees. He will never miss school again because they can’t afford to buy him socks and shoes.
Another benefit is she’s no longer toiling all day under the hot sun. Hannah now has time for her favorite activity, teaching Sunday School at her church.
What a precious investment.
This is story I want you to be part of. There is no longing. No begging. No swollen bellies or hungry eyes.
If there are tears, they are mine. And maybe yours. Welling with happiness.
Just look at Hannah’s face. Her smile and joy.
For me, I know I’ve found my calling. The opportunity to play a role in giving something more valuable than gold: a good job.
Can you join us this July?
With the threat of a massive famine hitting the Horn of Africa, we are working quickly to help farmers in Kenya get the tools and training to grow more food.
Every $500 raised is enough to help one farmer. On average, they will go on to increase their crop yield 400%, enough to feed 50 neighbors. So it only takes $10 to feed one person in need!
To learn more, please visit our Hunger Campaign page, here: www.theadventureproject.org/hunger
Plus, matching funds are still available! If you can give now, your generosity will be doubled to help more moms like Hannah.
