It’s been quite a while since we started this blog, but we’ve only actually updated it twice. I suppose that is part of a budding non-profit. If only we had more hours in the day. So much has changed over the last few months. I am back in the US after spending the last year and a half in Rwanda. Suffice it to say, it’s been quite the culture shock. I’m counting down the days until I return home to Rwanda; back to the land that I love.
However, this trip to the US has been monumental, both for Sisters of Rwanda and for me personally. I have learned so much over the last three months. It’s been humbling, stressful, empowering, rejuvenating and fruitful, all together. I have been challenged in every way and I am truly grateful for it. We’ve gone through a tremendous refining period. We’ve changed our literature, our website, and just about every other way we relay our vision to the world.
For the first time, we have press kits, pledge cards, business cards, and we’ve reworked our website, our MySpace site, our Facebook site, and now the blog. Our 501c3 (non-profit) papers have been filed, we have a new bank account, a board of directors, a board of advisors, and a whole flock of new volunteers. We are finally becoming a “real” organization. We have been a legal organization in Rwanda for over a year, but it is still a big step for us to be legit in the US. We no longer have to work under an umbrella organization and we are now eligible for grants and many other opportunities.
During my time in the US I have spoken at many churches, Vanderbilt and Belmont Universities, many gatherings for SOR, and to many individuals. I spent time in Hilton Head, Ohio and New York City and will be back in NYC in mid December. I have meetings and interviews lined up for just about every minute that I’m there (thanks to our amazing NYC crew).
I am continually amazed at the favor and support we are receiving in the US and in Rwanda. So many people are coming along side of us. We are so very grateful for everyone that is giving of their time, resources, prayers and finances. We are truly blessed and our dream of freeing women from prostitution is no longer just a dream; it is happening every day. With almost no money, and in a short amount of time, we have already gotten 103 women and 243 children out of prostitution and on their way to mental, physical, spiritual, and financial health.
I hope to be updating this blog weekly from this point forward and I’ve have asked that our other staff members do the same. My hope is that we will be able to keep you informed regularly about all that is going on, both in the US and in Rwanda. Thank you to all of you giving so much and selflessly serving the Sisters. We appreciate you, and so do they.
Sincerely,
Jared
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
SOR Children’s Day-Trip to Gisenyi
At 5:30am on Sunday 29th April, as the sun crept up from beneath the horizon giving birth to a brand new morning, thirty-three of Sisters of Rwanda’s children stood outside the Treasure Centre, eagerly awaiting a Belvedere bus. The thirty-fourth child – the oldest – had already left on a motorbike-taxi with two American girls in order to catch the 6am Atraco departure.
We began to get a little anxious as 6am rolled around and still no bus. But turning, we breathed a sigh of relief as a shiny white bus cruised up the street past Amahoro Stadium towards us. A surge of thirty-three children forged their way towards the door in a chaos of screams. I enforced a semi-orderly line and counted them as they climbed up. Jane, my teaching partner and our Director of Education, was the last to arrive; struggling to find a motorbike at this early hour.
Excitement filled the vehicle and we were soon on our way - first past Kacyiru and Nyabugogo, and then out and up into the winding wilderness of hills that is Rwanda. The meandering rivers were laced with low clouds that hung deep in the morning valleys. The fun of Tom and Jerry whirled before us on the television screen, followed by a slap-stick film in which the men kept getting hit or burnt, or quite simply fell from the top of skyscrapers. In fact, the characters engaged in the craziest affairs and the children’s laughter proved they were pulling entirely the right moves.
Three sheets of paper baring the title “Day Activity Sheet” were handed to each of the children, and an explanation given for the procedure to be taken in completing it. But the sheer excitement and wonder of the day seemed to push this task far from their thoughts, and thirty-three sets of paper became either scrumpled or lost as the day progressed.
“What is this?” – “It is a hill. - It is a house. - It is a cloud. - It is a river. - It is grass. - It is a tea plantation…”
Things were pointed out along the way as we passed them: women carrying large sacks on their heads, men riding heavily-laden bicycles. Or rather until they began throwing up that is – the twisting roads causing havoc in their stomachs. We managed to buy some small plastic sachets and they collected their vomit there within.
By the time we arrived in Gisenyi it was already almost ten o’clock – one hour late. We headed for the Scout Centre where forty children from PASSEVU - another NGO – awaited us. We shook these forty sets of hands on our way in. We began the day with a name-swapping activity, but being so numerous, it was given up as an impossible mission. Instead we organized ourselves into four groups mixed between the two sets of children, each group headed by one or two adults. Once the Treasure Hunt activity had been explained, off ran the separate groups excitedly in search of the answers to the twenty clues. My shoe broke just ten seconds into this activity and I was lucky that one of the girls was sweet enough to offer me her shoes in exchange for my own.
People go to this place to pray to God
People go to this place to buy exercise books, pencils, pens…
People go to this place when they are sick
People go to this place if they need their shoe repairing
People go to this place only if they are Muslim…
The aim of the game was to visit each indicated location within one hour – we had a lot of fun running through the town, led by the more knowledgeable children of Gisenyi. It was an adventure and we roused a lot of attention in the process; unfortunately some of that attention leading to negative effect – at some unknown moment, my wallet containing SOR’s money being stolen from my shorts pocket. Very disappointing.
Back at the Centre once more, exhausted from all the rushing around, the children of PASSEVU performed some Kinyarwanda songs and dances for their fellow Rwandese. Everyone was glad for the pause and delighted by the performance – I however missed the whole spectacle; stuck instead on the back of a bicycle scouring the town pointlessly for my stolen wallet.
I rejoined the group as they scuttled along to a restaurant situated between the Scout Centre and Gisenyi’s largest mosque. We gratefully sucked soda through straws, quenching our thirst, and then contented ourselves on a brimming plate of local food: rice, spaghetti, chips, cooked bananas, beans, and tomato soup-sauce. Very satisfying.
We skipped now back through the town and down towards the shores of Lake Kivu. Removing our shoes (mine now fixed), we padded along the hot sand and down to the water’s edge. PASSEVU’s children wore swim-suits and swam around in the water; our children, non-swimmers, happily paddled their shy ankles in the cool water. Activities that had been prepared soon became forgotten as our children became more and more confident, dipping themselves in this huge bath.
As they became more at ease in this mass of water, so their bodies became more naked and more wet! Soon they were all splashing around merrily in their underwear or even their birthday suit, their smiling faces shining with joy at this new experience; screaming out for me to take their picture.
One hour and a half – and about a thousand photos – later, we began dragging them out of the water, obviously a troublesome act now that they had decided they wished to remain there. The hot sun dried their soaking garments as we walked slowly back towards the Scout Centre and our impatient bus driver. We were thirty minutes late, and then another thirty as we found the classroom containing our sweaters and exercise books locked. One child climbed in through a missing window pane, as the others yelled their commands through the glass. Finally a key was retrieved and all our items reclaimed; our bus reloaded with children, and our departure made.
Thirty-three glowing children sang out at the top of their lungs as the giant volcano of Goma (Congo) and the sparkling waters of Kivu slipped further and further behind us. Halfway home, the thirty-fourth child managed to escape from his parked Atraco taxi and rejoin his friends in our own bus. Just twenty minutes from home, as we descended on the twinkling lights of Kigali city, we all had to disembark from our bus and climb instead into a replacement coach; ours experiencing the beginnings of a mechanical problem. This new bus was equipped with a television that worked perfectly, unlike ours which had died during the morning’s journey.
We were met at the Treasure Centre at 8:30pm (one and a half hours late) by a crowd of eager mothers. Just one glimpse at their jubilous children was enough to convince them that the day had been a success. More than a success in fact: this day had been a milestone in these children’s lives.
Tonia Kaufman (co-Director of Education, Sisters of Rwanda)
We began to get a little anxious as 6am rolled around and still no bus. But turning, we breathed a sigh of relief as a shiny white bus cruised up the street past Amahoro Stadium towards us. A surge of thirty-three children forged their way towards the door in a chaos of screams. I enforced a semi-orderly line and counted them as they climbed up. Jane, my teaching partner and our Director of Education, was the last to arrive; struggling to find a motorbike at this early hour.
Excitement filled the vehicle and we were soon on our way - first past Kacyiru and Nyabugogo, and then out and up into the winding wilderness of hills that is Rwanda. The meandering rivers were laced with low clouds that hung deep in the morning valleys. The fun of Tom and Jerry whirled before us on the television screen, followed by a slap-stick film in which the men kept getting hit or burnt, or quite simply fell from the top of skyscrapers. In fact, the characters engaged in the craziest affairs and the children’s laughter proved they were pulling entirely the right moves.
Three sheets of paper baring the title “Day Activity Sheet” were handed to each of the children, and an explanation given for the procedure to be taken in completing it. But the sheer excitement and wonder of the day seemed to push this task far from their thoughts, and thirty-three sets of paper became either scrumpled or lost as the day progressed.
“What is this?” – “It is a hill. - It is a house. - It is a cloud. - It is a river. - It is grass. - It is a tea plantation…”
Things were pointed out along the way as we passed them: women carrying large sacks on their heads, men riding heavily-laden bicycles. Or rather until they began throwing up that is – the twisting roads causing havoc in their stomachs. We managed to buy some small plastic sachets and they collected their vomit there within.
By the time we arrived in Gisenyi it was already almost ten o’clock – one hour late. We headed for the Scout Centre where forty children from PASSEVU - another NGO – awaited us. We shook these forty sets of hands on our way in. We began the day with a name-swapping activity, but being so numerous, it was given up as an impossible mission. Instead we organized ourselves into four groups mixed between the two sets of children, each group headed by one or two adults. Once the Treasure Hunt activity had been explained, off ran the separate groups excitedly in search of the answers to the twenty clues. My shoe broke just ten seconds into this activity and I was lucky that one of the girls was sweet enough to offer me her shoes in exchange for my own.
People go to this place to pray to God
People go to this place to buy exercise books, pencils, pens…
People go to this place when they are sick
People go to this place if they need their shoe repairing
People go to this place only if they are Muslim…
The aim of the game was to visit each indicated location within one hour – we had a lot of fun running through the town, led by the more knowledgeable children of Gisenyi. It was an adventure and we roused a lot of attention in the process; unfortunately some of that attention leading to negative effect – at some unknown moment, my wallet containing SOR’s money being stolen from my shorts pocket. Very disappointing.
Back at the Centre once more, exhausted from all the rushing around, the children of PASSEVU performed some Kinyarwanda songs and dances for their fellow Rwandese. Everyone was glad for the pause and delighted by the performance – I however missed the whole spectacle; stuck instead on the back of a bicycle scouring the town pointlessly for my stolen wallet.
I rejoined the group as they scuttled along to a restaurant situated between the Scout Centre and Gisenyi’s largest mosque. We gratefully sucked soda through straws, quenching our thirst, and then contented ourselves on a brimming plate of local food: rice, spaghetti, chips, cooked bananas, beans, and tomato soup-sauce. Very satisfying.
We skipped now back through the town and down towards the shores of Lake Kivu. Removing our shoes (mine now fixed), we padded along the hot sand and down to the water’s edge. PASSEVU’s children wore swim-suits and swam around in the water; our children, non-swimmers, happily paddled their shy ankles in the cool water. Activities that had been prepared soon became forgotten as our children became more and more confident, dipping themselves in this huge bath.
As they became more at ease in this mass of water, so their bodies became more naked and more wet! Soon they were all splashing around merrily in their underwear or even their birthday suit, their smiling faces shining with joy at this new experience; screaming out for me to take their picture.
One hour and a half – and about a thousand photos – later, we began dragging them out of the water, obviously a troublesome act now that they had decided they wished to remain there. The hot sun dried their soaking garments as we walked slowly back towards the Scout Centre and our impatient bus driver. We were thirty minutes late, and then another thirty as we found the classroom containing our sweaters and exercise books locked. One child climbed in through a missing window pane, as the others yelled their commands through the glass. Finally a key was retrieved and all our items reclaimed; our bus reloaded with children, and our departure made.
Thirty-three glowing children sang out at the top of their lungs as the giant volcano of Goma (Congo) and the sparkling waters of Kivu slipped further and further behind us. Halfway home, the thirty-fourth child managed to escape from his parked Atraco taxi and rejoin his friends in our own bus. Just twenty minutes from home, as we descended on the twinkling lights of Kigali city, we all had to disembark from our bus and climb instead into a replacement coach; ours experiencing the beginnings of a mechanical problem. This new bus was equipped with a television that worked perfectly, unlike ours which had died during the morning’s journey.
We were met at the Treasure Centre at 8:30pm (one and a half hours late) by a crowd of eager mothers. Just one glimpse at their jubilous children was enough to convince them that the day had been a success. More than a success in fact: this day had been a milestone in these children’s lives.
Tonia Kaufman (co-Director of Education, Sisters of Rwanda)
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Our Treasured Children
Below is an account of a recent field trip that our English teacher, Tonia Kaufman did for the children of Sisters of Rwanda. Tonia is from the UK and has been doing a tremendous job teaching English at the Treasure Center, as well as helping out with daily operations. And she’s an excellent writer as well!
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This Saturday, 3rd February, 28 children from the Sisters of Rwanda English class – virtually the entire class, excluding two children whose father did not agree to their participation – went out for the afternoon.
I was amazed to see that under the right circumstances these children could all, not only arrive on time, but actually arrive early! By 2pm they were all seated excitedly on the grass outside of the Treasure Centre. At 2:30pm Jane (the English -Kinyarwanda translator) arrived with a minibus taxi and, wild with anticipation, the crowd of children piled in before we’d even had the chance to collect in their consent forms, signed by their mothers. One mischievous boy – not one of our students – had managed to sneak aboard. After sending this impostor out of the vehicle, off we drove to Hotel La Pallise in the Kanombe district of Kigali - not more than ten minutes drive from the Treasure Centre here in Remera.
On arrival at the hotel, we walked through the leafy gardens until reaching our own private area of table-clothed tables and chairs, congregated beneath a canvas roofing. The children sat in silence, not quite knowing what lay in store for them on this special day. As we waited, we reviewed what we had been learning in this previous week’s lessons: “What is this? This is a boy. What is his name? His name is Dusenge. How many boys are there here?” etc. I could see that they had fully grasped this subject and were ready to move onto something new in the next lesson.
After some time, the servers as well as the hotel manager arrived to feed these 28 unsuspecting children. But before they had had the chance to distribute any of the food onto the white china plates; the rain fell in a wild and dramatic downpour.
We moved the tables hastily towards the middle of the canopy; the servers holding up their olive-green tablecloth as a shield against the intruding torrent. Some of the rain was squirting in through small holes in the roofing and table-cloths were worn, wrapped over heads and shoulders, to protect against this new blistery wind. I lead a lively rendition of the “A-B-C-D Alphabet Song”: over and over we sang it, each time a little quicker, giggling as we went.
Finally the rain subsided enough for us to relax in our seats. The plates were handed around: each one offering a skewered kebab and two halves of a grilled potato. The children were very happy as they munched away, dipping their food into the dollop of mayonnaise that had been plopped onto each of our plates. Jane and I were lucky enough to eat too in the absence of two of our students.
The food was nice and, by the children’s glowing faces, they too had enjoyed it. I cannot explain the luck that we then had: the rain ceasing completely. What perfect timing! 28 of Kigali’s children then sprinted enthusiastically towards the playground that lay hidden on the other side of the trees, across the stream. It was not that pleasant a walk though through the swampy grass to join them.
For one hour, they swung and spun and slid on the circus of yellow and green metal, screaming out to me “Teacher! Teacher!” as they played. They all wanted to be in front of the camera and to be pushed by their extra-curricular “muzungu” English teacher. They had a lot of fun – especially pushing me up higher and higher on the swing, until I actually felt rather scared!
Just before leaving the park, when they no doubt believed that their day could get no better; out came 30 bottles of soda. They all wanted a passion fruit juice when they realised that that was their teacher’s choice. Kids; aren’t they adorable! We took them for a brief peek at the kiddie swimming pool, which had been my original choice for this afternoon’s excursion. They all agreed that they would love for that to be their next outing – whenever Sisters of Rwanda can find sufficient funds to take its children out again.
After relocating our briefly lost child, Umutoni, back into the minibus we climbed. The ride home was a jubilous affair: 28 Rwandese children, singing out in their native language, songs that celebrated their joy and their love of God. The people outside looked on in wonder as we passed them by on our merry way home.
Tonia Kaufman, Sisters of Rwanda English Teacher
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This Saturday, 3rd February, 28 children from the Sisters of Rwanda English class – virtually the entire class, excluding two children whose father did not agree to their participation – went out for the afternoon.
I was amazed to see that under the right circumstances these children could all, not only arrive on time, but actually arrive early! By 2pm they were all seated excitedly on the grass outside of the Treasure Centre. At 2:30pm Jane (the English -Kinyarwanda translator) arrived with a minibus taxi and, wild with anticipation, the crowd of children piled in before we’d even had the chance to collect in their consent forms, signed by their mothers. One mischievous boy – not one of our students – had managed to sneak aboard. After sending this impostor out of the vehicle, off we drove to Hotel La Pallise in the Kanombe district of Kigali - not more than ten minutes drive from the Treasure Centre here in Remera.
On arrival at the hotel, we walked through the leafy gardens until reaching our own private area of table-clothed tables and chairs, congregated beneath a canvas roofing. The children sat in silence, not quite knowing what lay in store for them on this special day. As we waited, we reviewed what we had been learning in this previous week’s lessons: “What is this? This is a boy. What is his name? His name is Dusenge. How many boys are there here?” etc. I could see that they had fully grasped this subject and were ready to move onto something new in the next lesson.
After some time, the servers as well as the hotel manager arrived to feed these 28 unsuspecting children. But before they had had the chance to distribute any of the food onto the white china plates; the rain fell in a wild and dramatic downpour.
We moved the tables hastily towards the middle of the canopy; the servers holding up their olive-green tablecloth as a shield against the intruding torrent. Some of the rain was squirting in through small holes in the roofing and table-cloths were worn, wrapped over heads and shoulders, to protect against this new blistery wind. I lead a lively rendition of the “A-B-C-D Alphabet Song”: over and over we sang it, each time a little quicker, giggling as we went.
Finally the rain subsided enough for us to relax in our seats. The plates were handed around: each one offering a skewered kebab and two halves of a grilled potato. The children were very happy as they munched away, dipping their food into the dollop of mayonnaise that had been plopped onto each of our plates. Jane and I were lucky enough to eat too in the absence of two of our students.
The food was nice and, by the children’s glowing faces, they too had enjoyed it. I cannot explain the luck that we then had: the rain ceasing completely. What perfect timing! 28 of Kigali’s children then sprinted enthusiastically towards the playground that lay hidden on the other side of the trees, across the stream. It was not that pleasant a walk though through the swampy grass to join them.
For one hour, they swung and spun and slid on the circus of yellow and green metal, screaming out to me “Teacher! Teacher!” as they played. They all wanted to be in front of the camera and to be pushed by their extra-curricular “muzungu” English teacher. They had a lot of fun – especially pushing me up higher and higher on the swing, until I actually felt rather scared!
Just before leaving the park, when they no doubt believed that their day could get no better; out came 30 bottles of soda. They all wanted a passion fruit juice when they realised that that was their teacher’s choice. Kids; aren’t they adorable! We took them for a brief peek at the kiddie swimming pool, which had been my original choice for this afternoon’s excursion. They all agreed that they would love for that to be their next outing – whenever Sisters of Rwanda can find sufficient funds to take its children out again.
After relocating our briefly lost child, Umutoni, back into the minibus we climbed. The ride home was a jubilous affair: 28 Rwandese children, singing out in their native language, songs that celebrated their joy and their love of God. The people outside looked on in wonder as we passed them by on our merry way home.
Tonia Kaufman, Sisters of Rwanda English Teacher
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Back on the Scene
Well it’s been about 2 months since we last had a chance to make a post. It’s been a crazy couple of months too. I’ll briefly recap a few of the things that have gone on.
A Visit to the US
I went back to the US on December 15th and stayed until January 17th. It was my first time back since I came out here on March 13th 2006 and it was quite a culture shock going back. I really hadn’t imagined how different it would seem to be back in Nashville, TN after being gone almost a year. The cars, the traffic, the people, the gifts, Christmas, the hustle and bustle, the food, and just every day life. Everything was so different. And to be honest, I could not wait to get back home to Rwanda.
However, I had a great visit with my family and friends. Christmas was great and I enjoyed catching up with everyone. I did a few speaking engagements on behalf of Sisters of Rwanda and they all went quite well. I spoke at The Tennessee Women’s Prison, Fisk University, The University School, Mercy Ministries, Virtuous Artist Ascension Church, and Belmont University. I spoke on what we are doing with Sisters of Rwanda, gave some of my personal testimony as to how I got to Rwanda, and spoke much about business vs. aid issues. The responses from all of the venues were great and I was pleased to see people being moved and interested in what is happening at SOR.
I must say, my favorite venue was Mercy Ministries. I was quite intimidated to go and speak there actually. I have known Nancy Alcorn (Founder and Executive Director of Mercy Ministries) since I was about 12 years old. I’ve followed what she’s done with MM since that time and I’ve been continually impressed. I also know her to be an excellent public speaker, and I am a novice at best. It was also the first time that I was speaking to a group that is similar to the women of Sisters of Rwanda. While they are not generally former prostitutes, they are a group of women that have been dealt a bad hand and most all of them have been abused. So it was a new dynamic for me to be in as far as telling the story of Sisters of Rwanda.
However, it ended up going really well. I was so blessed to be there among all of the women in their program. They were so welcoming and it was quite an emotional time for everyone. I think I got choked up about 4 different times. I could see so much in the eyes of these young women. It was that same mixture of pain, heartache, and desperation, mixed with joy, determination, and the desire to take control of their lives and follow their dreams. It’s the same look I see in the eyes of our Sisters. I felt so many different things at that time, but most of all, I felt at home. Like I was supposed to be there. It was an amazing experience. And to top it off, Nancy presented up with our largest donation to date. I had no idea that they were going to make a donation to Sisters of Rwanda. It wasn’t even on my radar. So when they did, I was really taken by surprise. And it was a great surprise to have! I’ve since received (just yesterday) a thank you note from Mercy Ministries with signatures from all of the women there and a letter with feedback from many of them. I think it was the most thoughtful and beautiful gift we have ever received. I am so honored and blessed to be connected to what them. This is definitely the beginning of a long friendship between both of our organizations. Thank you Mercy Ministries for all that you do!
Our Current Projects
We’ve begun to take many of our thoughts and ideas from theory to application in the past few months. It’s certainly been a learning process. The first guy I hired to help teach the Sisters pottery skills ended up being a bit of a loose canon and ended up stealing money from us and smashing the first batch of pottery. And I was in the states during this fiasco, so that just made it more difficult. I did however handle the situation when I came back, I gave him a scolding, but still went pretty easy on him considering. We did get one good teacher out of the deal though. So that was a blessing in disguise. He’s proven to be exactly what we were looking for, gentle, kind, honest and an excellent teacher. So now we are moving forward with the pottery project, creating different kinds of vases, and should be ready to take some finished products to market sometime next month.
We are also moving forward on a new project. We will be opening Ubutunzi Salon in the next few months if we are able to get the funding. The mission of the salon is to create an atmosphere were our customers are “treasured” and treated like royalty. Customer service in Rwanda is something that people just don’t think or care about. People just don’t value the customer here. They often treat you as if you are a nuisance. However, in Ubutunzi Salon, we will be treating each person as if they were the president or a king or queen. I really do feel like this salon will encapsulate the whole “treasured” them that we are trying to get across to this city. We are excited about the creation of the salon and seeing our vision come to life.
We hope to also start the jewelry project here in the next couple weeks.
Registration
We received a letter from the Mayor of Kigali (Mayor Kirabo) in later November of 2006 that granted us permission to operate in Rwanda legally. However we are still going through the rather arduous task of finalizing everything and obtaining our official papers as a legal non-profit entity in Rwanda. Furthermore, we just started the process, after much debate, of registering as a 501(c)3 non-profit in the US. This is another long process. Fortunately our US team and Lawyers Without Borders are helping us to get this process going. LWOB is also accepting donations for us as we share some of the same initiatives in Rwanda. They will also be providing tax write offs for donations made out to SOR until we have our own 501(c)3 status. Our hope is that by year end (2007) we will be 100% on our own and have all of our legal papers both here and in the US.
Cool News
We were fortunate enough to be tracked down by a new media group called 80 Percent Angel a few weeks ago. The group is put together by a group of young journalists, videographers, photographers, etc. They are headed up by a young couple by the names of Parker and Kasia. They are excellent people and we feel very fortunate to have hooked up with them. They came out and shot a few hours of footage of the sisters and our SOR staff. They then produced about a 10 minute promo video that will be available online and on DVD. We can then use this on our website so people can get a good look at what we do. We can also use it to give to churches and bands and other groups that want to promote our work here. This will be a tremendous tool for promoting us and we are extremely grateful to 80 Percent Angel for picking us out of so many worthy organizations here in Rwanda. We are honored. And we have gain some new friends in the process as well. Thank you Parker and Kasia!
Education
In January we were able to send 26 children to school, many for the first time. These are all children of the Sisters that are now attending primary and secondary school. We are really excited about this happening and so are the Sisters and their children. A good friend of SOR’s, Susi Duerr was able to raise all of the funding (and more) for the school fees program in her home town of Velburg Germany. She has raised all of the funding for the children to attend school, for their uniforms, and even for extra food for the families. It’s been amazing to see all of that come into fruition. Thank you Susi!
Additionally, one of our interns, Tonia Kaufman, has done an amazing job of assembling and teaching an after school English program. She is teaching about 30 children and 40 adults English now. It really is amazing to walk into the Treasure Center now and here the sisters and the children greeting us in English! Tonia has done a wonderful job with this group and she is also interviewing the Sisters for us. She is an excellent writer and you will have the privilege of reading much of her work here shortly on this blog. Thanks Tonia!
In Closing
So we have lots of projects going on and things are going well. We are currently working on our marketing ideas and ways to get the word out about SOR. Lots of people ask how they can help, and honestly, the best things to do are to help advocate what we are doing at Sisters of Rwanda, and to donate funds. In reality, if we had money in the bank account, we could carry out every initiative that SOR has. Project capitol is one of the biggest things we have a need for right now. Once we have funds for expanding the projects, we can create more income for the Sisters, and that always the goal.
Stay tuned for lots of stories and thoughts from our Sisters of Rwanda staff and the Sisters themselves.
A Visit to the US
I went back to the US on December 15th and stayed until January 17th. It was my first time back since I came out here on March 13th 2006 and it was quite a culture shock going back. I really hadn’t imagined how different it would seem to be back in Nashville, TN after being gone almost a year. The cars, the traffic, the people, the gifts, Christmas, the hustle and bustle, the food, and just every day life. Everything was so different. And to be honest, I could not wait to get back home to Rwanda.
However, I had a great visit with my family and friends. Christmas was great and I enjoyed catching up with everyone. I did a few speaking engagements on behalf of Sisters of Rwanda and they all went quite well. I spoke at The Tennessee Women’s Prison, Fisk University, The University School, Mercy Ministries, Virtuous Artist Ascension Church, and Belmont University. I spoke on what we are doing with Sisters of Rwanda, gave some of my personal testimony as to how I got to Rwanda, and spoke much about business vs. aid issues. The responses from all of the venues were great and I was pleased to see people being moved and interested in what is happening at SOR.
I must say, my favorite venue was Mercy Ministries. I was quite intimidated to go and speak there actually. I have known Nancy Alcorn (Founder and Executive Director of Mercy Ministries) since I was about 12 years old. I’ve followed what she’s done with MM since that time and I’ve been continually impressed. I also know her to be an excellent public speaker, and I am a novice at best. It was also the first time that I was speaking to a group that is similar to the women of Sisters of Rwanda. While they are not generally former prostitutes, they are a group of women that have been dealt a bad hand and most all of them have been abused. So it was a new dynamic for me to be in as far as telling the story of Sisters of Rwanda.
However, it ended up going really well. I was so blessed to be there among all of the women in their program. They were so welcoming and it was quite an emotional time for everyone. I think I got choked up about 4 different times. I could see so much in the eyes of these young women. It was that same mixture of pain, heartache, and desperation, mixed with joy, determination, and the desire to take control of their lives and follow their dreams. It’s the same look I see in the eyes of our Sisters. I felt so many different things at that time, but most of all, I felt at home. Like I was supposed to be there. It was an amazing experience. And to top it off, Nancy presented up with our largest donation to date. I had no idea that they were going to make a donation to Sisters of Rwanda. It wasn’t even on my radar. So when they did, I was really taken by surprise. And it was a great surprise to have! I’ve since received (just yesterday) a thank you note from Mercy Ministries with signatures from all of the women there and a letter with feedback from many of them. I think it was the most thoughtful and beautiful gift we have ever received. I am so honored and blessed to be connected to what them. This is definitely the beginning of a long friendship between both of our organizations. Thank you Mercy Ministries for all that you do!
Our Current Projects
We’ve begun to take many of our thoughts and ideas from theory to application in the past few months. It’s certainly been a learning process. The first guy I hired to help teach the Sisters pottery skills ended up being a bit of a loose canon and ended up stealing money from us and smashing the first batch of pottery. And I was in the states during this fiasco, so that just made it more difficult. I did however handle the situation when I came back, I gave him a scolding, but still went pretty easy on him considering. We did get one good teacher out of the deal though. So that was a blessing in disguise. He’s proven to be exactly what we were looking for, gentle, kind, honest and an excellent teacher. So now we are moving forward with the pottery project, creating different kinds of vases, and should be ready to take some finished products to market sometime next month.
We are also moving forward on a new project. We will be opening Ubutunzi Salon in the next few months if we are able to get the funding. The mission of the salon is to create an atmosphere were our customers are “treasured” and treated like royalty. Customer service in Rwanda is something that people just don’t think or care about. People just don’t value the customer here. They often treat you as if you are a nuisance. However, in Ubutunzi Salon, we will be treating each person as if they were the president or a king or queen. I really do feel like this salon will encapsulate the whole “treasured” them that we are trying to get across to this city. We are excited about the creation of the salon and seeing our vision come to life.
We hope to also start the jewelry project here in the next couple weeks.
Registration
We received a letter from the Mayor of Kigali (Mayor Kirabo) in later November of 2006 that granted us permission to operate in Rwanda legally. However we are still going through the rather arduous task of finalizing everything and obtaining our official papers as a legal non-profit entity in Rwanda. Furthermore, we just started the process, after much debate, of registering as a 501(c)3 non-profit in the US. This is another long process. Fortunately our US team and Lawyers Without Borders are helping us to get this process going. LWOB is also accepting donations for us as we share some of the same initiatives in Rwanda. They will also be providing tax write offs for donations made out to SOR until we have our own 501(c)3 status. Our hope is that by year end (2007) we will be 100% on our own and have all of our legal papers both here and in the US.
Cool News
We were fortunate enough to be tracked down by a new media group called 80 Percent Angel a few weeks ago. The group is put together by a group of young journalists, videographers, photographers, etc. They are headed up by a young couple by the names of Parker and Kasia. They are excellent people and we feel very fortunate to have hooked up with them. They came out and shot a few hours of footage of the sisters and our SOR staff. They then produced about a 10 minute promo video that will be available online and on DVD. We can then use this on our website so people can get a good look at what we do. We can also use it to give to churches and bands and other groups that want to promote our work here. This will be a tremendous tool for promoting us and we are extremely grateful to 80 Percent Angel for picking us out of so many worthy organizations here in Rwanda. We are honored. And we have gain some new friends in the process as well. Thank you Parker and Kasia!
Education
In January we were able to send 26 children to school, many for the first time. These are all children of the Sisters that are now attending primary and secondary school. We are really excited about this happening and so are the Sisters and their children. A good friend of SOR’s, Susi Duerr was able to raise all of the funding (and more) for the school fees program in her home town of Velburg Germany. She has raised all of the funding for the children to attend school, for their uniforms, and even for extra food for the families. It’s been amazing to see all of that come into fruition. Thank you Susi!
Additionally, one of our interns, Tonia Kaufman, has done an amazing job of assembling and teaching an after school English program. She is teaching about 30 children and 40 adults English now. It really is amazing to walk into the Treasure Center now and here the sisters and the children greeting us in English! Tonia has done a wonderful job with this group and she is also interviewing the Sisters for us. She is an excellent writer and you will have the privilege of reading much of her work here shortly on this blog. Thanks Tonia!
In Closing
So we have lots of projects going on and things are going well. We are currently working on our marketing ideas and ways to get the word out about SOR. Lots of people ask how they can help, and honestly, the best things to do are to help advocate what we are doing at Sisters of Rwanda, and to donate funds. In reality, if we had money in the bank account, we could carry out every initiative that SOR has. Project capitol is one of the biggest things we have a need for right now. Once we have funds for expanding the projects, we can create more income for the Sisters, and that always the goal.
Stay tuned for lots of stories and thoughts from our Sisters of Rwanda staff and the Sisters themselves.
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