Same Kind of Different As Me

“…I worried that I was so different from them that we wadn’t ever gon’ have no kind a’ future. But I found out everybody’s different – the same kind of different as me. We’re all just regular folks walkin down the road God done set in front of us. The truth about it is, whether we is rich or poor or somethin in between, this earth ain’t no final resin place. So in a way, we is all homeless – just workin our way toward home.” – Denver Moore, Same Kind of Different as Me

Same Kind of Different as Me is about a modern-day slave, and international art dealer, and an unlikely woman who bound them all together. I finished the book today, with a deep longing to witness more stories just like this. This was a story of Ubuntu. A word I’ve heard a lot this year, and even more so in the last couple weeks and Jared and I prepared for KEZA’s first gala. Ubuntu was the theme of the evening, it was the essence that brought everyone together the night of the 31^st, but more than that it is the essence that spurs on our dreams and desires for KEZA, and ultimately for women in Africa.

Ubuntu speaks of the inter-connectedness of all human beings. It is the essence of being human…and it embodies the truth that we cannot be fully human alone, but that we need each other in order to be fully alive. The women of BURANGA have breathed life into this term for the KEZA family. They have taught us how our struggles, personalities and triumphs intertwine all of our hearts with bonds that are not easily broken. From the women of BURANGA we have learned that ubuntu is not something that is only truth if we believe in the word. But that ubuntu is a truth that lies in the hearts of all humanity; it is true whether or not our hearts are awake to its presence in our lives.

Ubuntu demonstrates love that is unconditional, hope that pierces darkness and faith that changes lives. Loving others runs deep into each of our hearts and touches us in the most profound ways; knowing that someone believes in us is all most of us need to find our own spark within our hearts so that we too can shine.

The women of BURANGA are shining, and their glow is being seen all over the world.

Great Start for 2009!

We’re so thankful to all of the volunteers that helped make our first annual KEZA Gala such an amazing event! Saying “we couldn’t have done it without you” would be an understatement. There were no major issues, we raised a good chunk of money, and we gained a ton of new members in the KEZA family. It was a tremendous success!

2006 – 2007 was about listening. 2008 was about trial and error, research and development and lots more listening. Now in 2009, we finally know who we are, where we’re going, and how we’re going to get there.

We’ve turned the whole bead making operation over to the women and they now have their own business called BURANGA (meaning beautiful). Words can’t express how excited I am to report this. The women are so proud of BURANGA, and we are so proud of them. We have finally achieved our first KEZA partner, 100% Rwandan owned and operated!

Now KEZA is based solely in the US as a 501c3 non-profit corporation. In Africa, we are there to develop locally owned businesses and buy their products. We’ve finally learned how to truly serve the people, and not just our American ideals. For more information, check out the HOW IT WORKS page on the website.

We’ve got lots of beautiful (and quite daring) jewelry designs coming your way this summer thanks to Lindsay Perkins and Jenny Lai, our interns from Rhode Island School of Design. They have been so great to work with and will be joining BURANGA in Rwanda for a few months this summer!

We are off to an amazing start this year and we look forward to living out the ubuntu philosophy with each of you. Remember, KEZA is not KEZA without you!

Most Sincerely,
Jared

KEZA’s Heart

As I look back on the last year, I am struck by a number of things. Sisters of Rwanda’s morph into KEZA has been so much more than a name change. In August we experienced a tragedy that shattered all of our hearts. The women of KEZA came to us to share a reality that has had immeasurably devastating consequences. Our gratefulness runs deep and wide for their courage to expose the reality that was taking place within the organization. They told us that Co-Founder & Pastor , Joseph Ayienga and General Manager, Margaret Karara were stealing from the organization, using the name to raise funds under false pretenses, pocketing money allocated for school fees and verbally abusing the women. The Directors of the organization and the remaining team members were both shocked and deeply saddened by this betrayal. The aftermath of this has been a tiresome journey, each of us trying to balance the uneasy volatility of their retaliation to the exposure, full of lies, slander and false accusations.

But the heart of this story lies not in the horrible abuse being heaped on the organization, its leaders and the women, the true heart of this story has left us humbled and awed by the strength, courage and resilience of our women yet again. Despite consistent threats and being kicked out of the church they’ve attended for almost 2 years, the women have stood their ground. They believe in KEZA…they believe in what we are doing together and in the family we’ve built. But most importantly they believe in each other. In our last newsletter I described walls being broken down as the women embraced a spirit of healing in their own lives. Little did we know how deep that spirit of healing would have to journey in each of our hearts over the next few months. But she has journeyed with us. Our family at KEZA has never been so strong. The women have defended the honor of our President & Founder Jared Miller as false accusations continue to fly at him day and night. They have stood in the gap, in a place where only they could stand. They fought hard, both on their knees and in local government offices telling the truth about the controversy time and time again.

In 1910 Theodore Roosevelt said: “It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.”

This quote spoke to me yesterday as I reflected on the journey Sisters of Rwanda…now KEZA, has taken over the last couple years. We have made mistakes yes. But we have learned from them, and though mistakes are seemingly devastating at the time we face them, their teaching is immense. We find ourselves covered in dust and sweat and blood often, not because we are doing something wrong, but because we are doing something each of us deeply believes in. The women of KEZA are daring greatly to overcome generations of abuse and poverty in their lives. They are daring to believe that they can make some of the finest fashion in the world. They are daring to embrace each other despite deep pain that once cause division amongst them. They are daring to believe in a God who will see them through anything. And alas, though few have in the past, they are daring to believe in themselves.

Sisters of Rwanda becomes KEZA

Sisters of Rwanda started in December of 2006. We started this journey with just a few women, and together we have struggled, triumphed and learned what it is we are meant to do. Our family has ebbed and flowed with women and children for over 2 years, and we now have 43 women, just over 100 children, 2 international staff, 2 Rwandan staff, a handful of interns, an incredible team in the US, and a following of supporters all over the world. For the last 2 ½ years we’ve been researching alongside Rwandan women, but mostly we’ve been listening to the tears, the laughter, the challenges, the history…and in essence the hearts of Rwandan women and their children. Alas we are ready... Sisters of Rwanda is now KEZA.

KEZA means “beautiful” in Kinyarwanda, and we are about representing the beauty of Africa. We are dedicated to generating income for non-profit development organizations. We will ensure integrity, efficiency and quality products from all of our KEZA partners. We will establish Africa’s position in the luxury fashion industry and bring much needed income and careers to the poor. We will no longer speak of “those Africans” living in poverty. KEZA is where “they” become “we”, and together we shall strive to bridge the gap between the rich and the poor

At KEZA we believe that when THEY become WE, the world changes. We believe that when people cease to speak of “those Africans” living in poverty, disease and corruption, and begin to view human beings from all over the world as an interconnected HUMAN RACE, then the pain and suffering we so despise in the world will begin to fade away. This is the essence of Ubuntu philosophy. Ubuntu is described best by the honorable Desmond Tutu : ““Ubuntu is a concept that we have in our Bantu languages at home. Ubuntu is the essence of being a person. It means that we are people through other people. We cannot be fully human alone. We are made for interdependence, we are made for family. When you have ubuntu, you embrace others. You are generous, compassionate. If the world had more ubuntu, we would not have war. We would not have this huge gap between the rich and the poor. You are rich so that you can make up what is lacking for others. You are powerful so that you can help the weak, just as a mother or father helps their children. This is God's dream.”

Welcome to KEZA, “Where THEY become WE.”


*KEZA means beautiful in Rwanda's local language, Kinyarwanda.*

A Glimpse of Heaven...

Two weeks ago the women of SOR had a day of fellowship. In all honesty, when they asked if we could do this, I envisioned a relaxing day of sitting and talking and simply being together. You can imagine my surprise when I showed up and found each woman elaborately dressed in beautiful Rwandese dresses. The women spent the day cooking a meal that included meat and preparing for the afternoon "events". It's important for you to know that meat is not a regular part of our diet because it's too expensive. It's a luxury that one enjoys only on very special occasions, and no more than once or twice per year. They had each chipped in a little bit of their own money to buy this treat. And the fact that they could afford to spare anything for this meal holds more significance than you might imagine. Before now this luxury was not even considered an option. KEZA, our new product line, is finally starting to bear fruit. As these fruits begin to blossom, so do our sisters. You can almost see the burdens they carry lighten. Smiles are no longer a rarity but a constant part of the décor.

After our special meal there was a time to thank God and open our hearts to one another. Some cried tears of relief as if they were breathing for the first time in years. Some danced; each step, each clap, and each cry praise to God for rescuing them...for loving them. One woman sang and didn't stop until her heart had released its fill. We laughed and cried together, sharing each other's joy and pain.

Yet the most beautiful piece of this day was just beginning. There was an exchange. I believe it was supposed to be a simple gift exchange, each woman having picked a name from a hat the Friday before. The women sat eagerly, gifts in their hands, anxious to give. Maggie called each woman by name and then asked, "Who is it that you love?" The woman would stand and announce the name of the woman she had picked to the cheers and laughter of the group. What happened next, with each repetition of the exchange, is what represents the very core of who we are and why we are here -- they embraced...and held on...and you could see the healing taking place before your very eyes. Some of the women almost knocked each other over with their love, some hung on and wouldn't let go, others laughed and danced within the arms of each embrace with tears streaming down faces stretched with smiles.

When SOR began, these women were broken from the abuse they had endured the majority of their lives. Year after year bitterness and resentment became the protection they had used to survive, year after year hard walls around their hearts grew higher and higher. To love another prostitute was out of the question. The likeness that might have bonded them represented what they despised, creating a wedge between them. And so, with each embrace the walls crumbled. Bitterness, resentment and hate evaporated before our eyes as we witnessed miracle after miracle. The Spirit of healing gently wrapped its arms around each of us as we witnessed this beautiful gift. Our seeds of hope blossomed as we witnessed blossoms of healing. To think this is only the beginning is almost too much for me to comprehend. The small seed of hope planted two years ago when Jared and Joseph started this journey with seven women in a tiny shack, has grown into a family of 42 women, 5 staff members, and 116 children.

I've never before had the pleasure of witnessing such healing.
I believe heaven actually opened up that day and showed her breathtaking face right here on earth.

Ilea Dorsey, Country Director (Rwanda).

Treasure Center Update

Two months ago, we moved into the new Treasure Center building. The building has changed but the center still represents hope and serves as a reminder that each woman is treasured.

We are renters at the new Treasure Center, and were recently told by the landlord that he wants to sell it in the next couple of months. This means we either buy it or leave. This was devastating, but unfortunately, not a surprise. Even though we just moved in and the house is old and needs some work, we already consider it home. Within these walls we've watched our first Sisters of Rwanda business come to life and we've become a family. It has provided shelter in crisis, and has allowed healing to take root and blossom in those who enter. There is a garden growing in the spacious yard that is full of vegetables the women will soon harvest. It is a safe place for kids to play, a place where we work hard and celebrate life. On a Saturday afternoon, you're likely to find a few women practicing their new trade (even though it's their day off) while others come to share a meal and enjoy each other's company.

This is our Treasure Center, our refuge, and it's always full of life. We want to stay. Not only is it our refuge, but we cannot afford to not have a venue for KEZA jewelry production. Without any prompting from us, our beloved Sisters have starting fasting every Tuesday and praying daily while faithfully marching around the home, inspired by the story of the Israelites marching around Jericho. The writer of a book called Hebrews reminds us, "By faith the walls of Jericho fell, after the people had marched around them for 7 days." Now we, of course, do not want any walls falling but we do hope to purchase it and truly be able to call it ours. It will be nothing short of a miracle if we can raise the $90,000 dollars needed to purchase the home.

Owning this Treasure Center will keep us from having to move every 3-6 months. It will finally be a place the Sisters can call their own. And it will alleviate us from having any major monthly bills. We've done the research, the price is right, and the location is absolutely perfect. We are calling on those who support the vision of SOR to help us raise this $90,000 for the Treasure Center.

Ilea Dorsey, Country Director (Rwanda)

sisters

A couple of weeks ago I wrote about paper beads in Beauty for Ashes, explaining the history of this endeavor we've embarked on. Well, this month we launched our new jewelry line – KEZA Beads (KEZABeads), which are hand crafted in Rwanda by the women of SOR.
This accomplishment is just the beginning…

With KEZA Beads, a new gender equality campaign, putting together the new training facility, fundraising, and new interns, the directors at SOR felt as though we just didn’t have enough work to do. So naturally, we decided to take on another project…soap and candle making.

Becca Stevens (www.beccastevens.org) and 6 other women traveled from Nashville to Kigali, Rwanda last month to share their expertise in the skin care and candle business. Becca is the founder of Thistle Farms (www.thistlefarms.org) a skin care line, and Magdalene House – a non-profit that works with prostitutes, female drug addicts and former prisoners in Nashville. They were an eclectic group, each with their own strong personalities and amazing gifting. And they were each a beautiful gift to us.

These women didn’t just come to burn themselves with beeswax and measure soap ingredients…they came to share their lives. The spirit of this group was raw and genuine. Their authenticity melted away pretense, and broke down walls. We sat as sisters barefoot on the floor, and talked. Sharing stories of humiliation, rape, life on the streets, abuse, prison, addiction and much more; realizing that our wounds are shared by women around the world. Realizing that together we can heal, day by day. Reminding each other that we don’t have to have it together all the time. We cried together. We laughed at each other. Together, we rolled beads from paper, messed up necklaces, melted beeswax, started electrical fires, poured candles, mixed soap, dug in the dirt, prayed, and praised God for His grace.

This is beginning of something and the air is thick with anticipation. We are low on funds and materials are scarce – but we have finally produced the first of 3 products that hold our dreams within each. That may sound silly – I know when most people are shopping for candles or soap or jewelry they aren’t thinking of the dreams their purchases represent. Yet for us, these simple items hold the very livelihood of 42 women and their children. We’ve got candles that smell like honey and coffee, soap that smells like fresh cut flowers and clean laundry mixed together, and beautiful jewelry that is original and unique – all hand made. The smells from this week will remain with me. Varnish-beeswax-roasted coffee-charcoal-fresh flowers-rain-mud-geranium-sweat- and the strong aroma of hope. These smells represent unity and community. They represent hurting women in America becoming a family with hurting women in Rwanda. They represent healing…healing together. They represent dreams becoming a reality.

Shine Brightly: KEZA Stories

My name is KEZA* and I am 25 years old. I was born in southern Rwanda, where I lived with my family until I was 13. I spent those early years growing up with eleven brothers and sisters and we loved each other very much. We were each other’s closest friends, playmates and teachers. When I was young I had big dreams for my life. I wanted to become an educated business owner. Even though school was difficult for me, I really enjoyed learning and was driven by my dreams to succeed.

But life was hard...my father was abusive, often coming home drunk and beating my mother. Mother was a strong woman, and in the end courageously left my father in order to protect herself and her children. My father refused to support us, and so my mother was left to support 12 children on her own. I remained in school for two years after their separation, but had to stop at age 12 because my mother could no longer afford to pay my school fees. I was so sad that I couldn’t continue going to school, it was as if my hopes and dreams were slipping through my fingers, becoming impossible to hold.

I worked at home for a little while, helping around the house. But I was becoming a burden to my Mother. At 13 I left to go and live with my eldest sister in Kigali, the capital city of Rwanda. She was working and my family believed she could take better care of me. I was happy to be there with her, she was someone I admired and loved. Sadly I was soon seen as a burden to her as well, and after only one year, I left. Since then I’ve been moving from one home to another.

Later that year the genocide began. I am from the targeted tribe and was forced to flee to a local stadium and hide. It was there I was told that my family members had been murdered, including my oldest sister. I couldn’t understand how something like this could happen.

The loss of my family weighed heavily, but I tried my best not to lose all hope and I hung on as best I could to my slippery hopes and dreams. After the genocide I lived with friends I had met during our period of hiding at the stadium, and found work where I could.

I was 15 years old when I was betrayed by a friend and raped for the first time. Sadly, this kind of thing is a common occurrence. His status in society meant that there was nothing I could do, no one I could tell. Two months later I was raped a second time. I became angry, bitter, and scared, never escaping the memories of what had been done to me.

I folded into my own solitude, feeling it was the only safe place.

With little hope and fewer opportunities I was forced to sell my body on the streets. I knew of no other way to survive. I had become one of the forgotten in Rwanda.

When I was approached by Pastor Joseph, I trusted no one. Everyone in my life had let me down. Yet this man seemed different and I held onto the glimmer of hope he offered. Two years later I am still holding onto to that hope and I am no longer working as a prostitute. Pastor Joseph started Sisters of Rwanda with Jared in order to help us. We didn’t know why they wanted to help us, or if they really would. But Pastor is different, he really does want to help us have a better life. Sisters of Rwanda is teaching me skills that will free me of the life I was stuck in and give me new opportunities. I now understand only God can profoundly change a person. I believe it is necessary for the Church to reach out to these women, teaching them about God and encouraging them, but it doesn’t stop there. Our spiritual needs are crucial, but we also need to survive, we need opportunities to learn and make money without selling our bodies. We are all chasing the best life possible and in order to achieve that each and every one of us requires money. No-one is an exception to this rule. I plead with the world to understand the plight of these women of which I used to be one.

Finally it seems that my dreams aren’t so slippery. I dream of having a good life with my children. I dream of being able to live without having to beg or sell my body on the streets. I dream my children will stay in school and have a much better life than I did. I dream they will grow up feeling happy. I do not know where the future will lead us, but I will hold onto these dreams I have.

*To protect the identities of the women we serve, the names of our beneficiaries have been changed to KEZA, which means beautiful.

Beauty for ashes...

Beauty for ashes…

Two weeks ago I accidentally joined the Sisters for their morning prayers. I had a meeting with someone who just happened to be on African time…in other words, she was late. So I walked into the Treasure Center - feeling awkward and out of place. I shyly greeted each Sister as they each turned to see who had walked in the door. Prior to this day the majority of our interactions had been with other people around, and because I don’t speak Kinyarwanda, all of our conversations had been through translators. So I sat alone feeling silly for a few minutes. I looked around and realized each woman was in her own space, praying; so I bowed my head and asked for forgiveness for being such a donkey. A few minutes later they formed a circle and joined hands…I humbly joined them feeling as though I was intruding. They just smiled and welcomed me into their circle. They started singing and I swayed with them as they praised God in a language I couldn’t understand. Then they prayed again, aloud & together, and at that moment I was struck by the beauty I was witnessing… I took my shoes off knowing the Spirit of God had joined us in that room. I have no idea what was prayed or sung that morning, but it doesn’t matter. I was fortunate enough to witness beauty in a way I could have never anticipated. I spent the rest of the day digging through beads, teaching about color coordination, and getting the knees of my jeans filthy as I sat with each woman one by one. It was a glorious day. I was humbled by the simplicity that had brought me such joy.

As I recall the events of that day, I am drawn toward words from the prophet Isaiah. He says a lot in this particular speech, but it is these words in particular that move me: “…to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair…” When our hopes and deepest desires are burned by life’s experiences and other people’s cruelty, they blow away as easily as ashes blow in the wind. Yet through Isaiah, God is promising to restore beauty, joy and praise to our damaged lives. In a way, our most recent endeavor reflects this promise. We are using other people’s trash to create jewelry. Yes, trash to create jewelry. Our new jewelry is made from recycled paper that we are collecting all around Rwanda. The women are taking this scrap paper and rolling it into beautiful pieces of art. Can you hear the irony in this story about paper beads? The women we work with are considered the “trash” of Rwandan society. They have been used and abused the majority of their lives and left to die. They have been burned by friends, lovers, and even their own families. They were recognized only by people who wanted to abuse them more, while everyone else equated them with the trash they burn at the end of the day. Just as most don’t think of scrap paper as something from which beauty can be derived, nothing good was ever expected to come from these women or their children.

In a couple of weeks we will release the first of our product line called KEZA. In Rwanda’s local language Kinyarwanda, KEZA describes something beautiful and is a term of endearment. It’s not about the beads here; it’s not about the jewelry. It is about what each bead represents, each bead is a piece of the stories of their lives. We are taking society’s trash and making into something beautiful to share with the world. And through each necklace a woman is discovering the beauty inside of her. She is making something beautiful and valued, just as she is beautiful and valued. Each bead represents a jewel in a crown of beauty…as we exchange beauty and hope and joy and praise for their ashes. Each accomplishment made represents a drop of the oil of gladness, which we have traded for mourning. Each necklace represents the garments of praise these women put on daily as they leave their despair behind.

Each time I am with the sisters I encounter these realities I describe. The promises God made through Isaiah are coming true for these women, and I am constantly awed by the glory in each of their smiles.

I hope that the wearers of our necklaces will encounter the story each piece beholds.

New Treasure Center, New Hope

The end of February is rapidly approaching, and I can hardly believe it. The first 2 months of 2008 have been as crazy as the year has been fast for Sisters of Rwanda. Upon Jared’s return to Rwanda, we were kindly asked to leave the center we had been using as a refuge, training facility, home and church for 2 years. Our Executive Director, Jared, had been away for 6 months laying the foundation for SOR in the US. He returned in January amidst a plethora of newness. New systems needed to be put into place, new women joining SOR, new problems he hadn’t seen before, new budgets, new ideas for income generation projects, new campaigns to implement, a new Country Director on the way, and now we need a new Treasure Center. Happy New Year!

Of course, these things are to be expected, and in most cases they are welcomed. And welcomed they are. With each new obstacle we are reminded of why we are here. It strips us of any pride we may have been unknowingly (or in some cases knowingly) carrying around. Things that feel crushing, send us to the best place for us to be…our knees. New ideas or ways of doing things challenge us to be better than we ever thought we could be. The storms bring us together and remind us to work and live like a family. And as the old cliché says, the struggle in all of it makes us stronger.

We’ve been looking for 2 months now, and the process has been refining. Because the Treasure Center is so important to everything we do and hope to do here in Rwanda, we were waiting and praying for a perfect place. And at last we have found a new Treasure Center, a new home for Sisters of Rwanda! It’s just a minutes walk from the church and the homes of our beloved beneficiaries. It has plenty of room for everything we are already doing, and room to grow into who we are becoming.

The Treasure Center is more than a building. It is a place of refuge for women and children. A place to cry and share stories. A place to laugh and hope for a life without abuse and humiliation. A place to satisfy the hunger in one’s belly, and more importantly, the hunger in one’s soul. A place to mend broken hearts and rebuild dignity. A place to learn. Learn English, learn to read, learn to write, learn how much you are loved, learn pottery, learn bead making, learn to create beauty out of the ashes of life.

Above all, it is a place for women and children to hope. We have found a new Treasure Center, but more importantly, we have found a new place to hope.
The Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines hope the following way:
Hope: to cherish a desire with anticipation; to trust; to desire with expectation of obtainment; to expect with confidence.

And so we have found a new place to hope. A new place for abused women to cherish with anticipation the desire for justice and liberty. A new place to trust those around you with your story, your life, and your future. A new place to desire with the expectation of obtainment, love. A new place to expect with confidence that the way women are viewed in Rwanda, in Africa and in the World can and will be changed for the good.

- Ilea Dorsey, Country Director

A Long Overdue Update

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

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)