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Press Release: Bringing hope to the people of East Africa for 60 years.

If you are passionate about bringing HOPE to the future of rural communities and folks in Africa, join us for a special mass followed by Reception and Dinner as we recognize the legacy of Lalmba’s Founders, Volunteers, and East African Directors who have been bringing hope to the people of East Africa for 60 years, and launch into a brighter future.* There are a limited number of Reception tickets available for Purchase online at:

https://lalmba-bloom.kindful.com/e/lalmbas-60th-anniversary-party

Details:

1:00 PM Catholic Mass at St. Joseph’s Catholic Church 969 Ulysses St. Golden, Co 80401

2:30 PM Reception and Dinner at Table Mountain Meetings and Events 16035 Table Mountain Parkway Golden, Co 80401

Guests will Enjoy a welcome cocktail, dinner reception with Ethiopian and American food, cash bar, silent auction, and dessert.

Contact information:

call 720-260-6785, email: Lalmba@lalmba.org, or write to: P.O. Box 2516, Monument Co 80132

Here’s how our long and beautiful story started…

In the early 1960s the founders, Deacon Hugh and Marty Downey, moved from the United States to Keren, Eritrea where they started a journey that turned into a life-time commitment of spreading HOPE through concrete humanitarian aid, medical services, education, and empowerment. All this started by one act of kindness when a young man, Hugh Downey, offered to teach villagers how to build a sturdy school outside of Keren, Eritrea in September 1963. 

Details in their book “On Hearts Edge” https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29242005-on-heart-s-edge

The founders, Deacon Hugh and Marty Downey are a lovely couple in their 80s, who currently live in Westminster although their hearts are often in Africa. They love sharing stories about their children, many of whom are grown and successful adults! They also love envisioning a brighter future for Africa and emphasize it is only possible when we are dedicated to empowerment.

As Lalmba’s new president, I love spending quality time with them so that Lalmba can build on their legacy while launching into a brighter future. We’re committed to empowering folks, caring for children, and providing basic medical care so that we become more than a place of HOPE, we aim to become a people of HOPE who ignite a brighter future!

Their courage inspired hundreds of Lalmba volunteers, Africans, and thousands of donors to join them in caring for orphans, desperately poor refugees displaced by conflict, and providing medical care in many East African communities.

Through these 6 decades, Lalmba has grown into an organization with multiple clinical operations, public health outreach programs, community-based care for vulnerable children, and much more in Kenya and Ethiopia. Thousands of orphans became RCAR children, and many of them have grown into successful adults who are breaking the cycle of poverty. We are not only meeting immediate needs, we are committed to bringing sustainable change to rural communities.  Our mission is to empower people in Africa to provide their own people with high quality basic health care, effective public health initiatives, elder care, micro-finance, and support for vulnerable children to ensure that they have the ability to go to school. We have a special love for children who we see –not as a burden—but as a part of a brilliant future for Africa.

Our commitment to spend individual donations on programs:

Lalmba has no big office in the US – in fact, we work from home to keep costs down. That commitment to keeping finances focused on the programs in Kenya and Ethiopia is one of the reasons we have been lovingly called “the world’s smallest relief agency” with a HUGE impact! That’s right, in the 80s and 90s Lalmba was recognized for touching a MILLION lives during the Great African Famine.  

Each year, Lalmba’s clinics and vulnerable children’s programs in Kenya and Ethiopia continue to save patients’ lives and provide essential medical, food, and educational assistance to thousands.

 Our name is synonymous to many as “A place of hope” because we believe in being a people of HOPE. Please join us in celebrating this beautiful legacy of “Bringing hope to the people of East Africa for 60 years.”

Jennifer WenningkampPress Release: Bringing hope to the people of East Africa for 60 years.
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Lalmba News – The Christmas Edition

Do you remember the Empowered Seamstresses of Lalmba, the widows sponsored by Lalmba to develop their tailoring businesses to support their children?   Last year they sewed table runners to grace your tables as our Christmas item.  They, and all of our staff in Kenya and Ethiopia, have been concerned about how their friends in America are coping with the various challenges of 2020.   We have received messages of love and concern from them over the past several months.

Recently we received a package from them in Kenya.  They have been working hard to create new masterpieces for their Lalmba friends for Christmas.  This year, they created colorful hot plates made from discarded bottle caps wrapped in fabric.    This is a popular way that Kenyans repurpose bottle caps that come off their soda and beer bottles.   You can use it as a trivet to protect your table when your hot items come out of the oven.

Africans find ways to reuse discarded items in ways that are nothing short of genius.  One of Jeff’s favorite Kenyan souvenirs is a wicked kerosene lamp made from a discarded hot cocoa tin.  In small shops in the countryside we often see old plastic water bottles holding single-serve gasoline servings to power customer’s motorbikes, plastic sacks tied together to form makeshift soccer balls, and all manner of containers, candles and children’s toys made from tin cans.  We hope you enjoy your own gift of repurposed bottle caps with an African flair.   May it grace your dinner table and protect your surfaces in a uniquely African way.

Jeff’s treasured Cocoa lamp

We celebrate the creative spirit of our friends in Africa.  They are perfect models of the ‘Reduce, Reuse, Recycle’ mantra!  Please know that in the midst of our country’s current struggles, there is a little corner of Africa sending you a message of love and peace.  Blessings on us all as we navigate the world’s challenges together.  May we model our own lives on the simplicity and innovation of the lives of the poor.

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Lately we’ve had some of our supporters ask “Who is writing these newsletters?”  We realize some of you may not know who is now behind the scenes running Lalmba.  Many of you remember Hugh and Marty Downey, the organization’s founders who ran Lalmba for 50 years.  They retired and passed the reins on to Jeff and Hillary James at Lalmba’s 50th anniversary in 2013.

Jeff and Hillary James, originally from Virginia, served as newlywed volunteer project directors from 2004-2006 at Lalmba’s project in Chiri, Ethiopia.  Jeff had previous experience in Kenya running an American boarding school for several years.  Upon our return to the US, Jeff took a job as photography manager at Rosetta Stone language learning company, and Hillary worked part-time as a speech therapist.    We always dreamed of continuing our work in development.

Then one afternoon in 2012, Marty and Hugh called with an offer.  They were ready to retire, and would we take on their roles? The decision made, we moved to Colorado and have been running operations since 2013, doing our best to honor the legacy of Hugh and Marty and the character of the organization they created.

We have 4 wonderful children and are blessed to call Lalmba our life’s work.

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This past month, Physician’s Assistant Carly Hunt from Illinois returned to Kenya to continue her volunteer service.  She left Kenya amidst the coronavirus scare in March, but things have now calmed enough worldwide to enable her return.

Carly’s impact shines beautifully even in the short time since her arrival.  She recently saw little Brighton in Lalmba’s clinic.  He suffered from a compound left femur fracture when he was 4, and the leg never healed.  When Carly met him 2 years later, he walked on a broken femur.  His left leg was much shorter than his right leg, and he suffered so much pain at the fracture site that he couldn’t walk more than 100 yards without having to stop to rest.  Brighton never attended school because he couldn’t manage to walk the distance.  Carly connected with an orthopedic surgeon in Nairobi who performed surgery to stabilize Brighton’s fracture so that he can walk without pain.   Carly also made him a shoe raise so that the legs are even, which should help the muscles to grow more correctly and to improve his gait.    With the generous help of Carly’s friends and loved ones back home, she raised enough money to pay for Brighton’s much-needed surgery.  She is in Nairobi with Brighton and his mother this week.  We look forward to following his story, and are grateful to Carly for her hard work to make this happen.  Stories like Brighton’s are dramatic examples of how Lalmba’s presence has life-changing impacts for people who otherwise have no options.  Godspeed, Brighton!  May you soon be joining your friends on the football field and in the classroom!

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Brighton at home before his trip to Nairobi

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Brighton with his mom post-op

Brighton begins his recovery in his colorful hospital gown

Xray post-surgery with the stabilizing plate

 

Jeff & Hillary JamesLalmba News – The Christmas Edition
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Lalmba News, Vol. 57, No. 4

Do you remember the story of Ashenafi and Samson, the 2 orphan brothers living alone in the forest around Agaro Bushi?  Ashenafi (far right in the photo above) stands in front of his hut, with his brother Samson directly behind him, along with curious neighbors, when Lalmba first arrived to assess their needs.

Little Ashenafi had fallen severely ill, and Samson, fearing for his brother’s life, carried him the 3 hours’ walk to our clinic. A year later, much has changed for these 2. For starters, Ashenafi has been cured of the tuberculosis that made him so sick. Secondly, he is now officially part of the Lalmba family, living with 14 brothers and sisters in the Chiri Children’s Home, and enrolled to start school this summer.

Please see Jared’s updates, and please keep them in your prayers. As we all know, transitions can be difficult, but success is within reach, and Lalmba specializes in hope for children like Ashenafi.

Forest Dreams

By Jared Lollar, Lalmba Ethiopia Project Director

Ashenafi is young and adaptable and has integrated quickly into life at the children’s home. He will learn how to speak Amharic and read. He will make friends in school, when Covid finally passes. He feels more comfortable now in the ‘big city,’ Chiri. Ashenafi has the support of Aselefech (Lalmba Children’s Director) and his new brothers and sisters in the children’s home. Here he is on a recent morning after breakfast.

For Ashenafi’s 18 year-old brother, Samson, life is more difficult. He now has 2 small children of his own, both of whom have recently been patients at our clinic. His infant daughter is still struggling with malnutrition, only slowly making progress. A chronic problem for their little family has been their living conditions. Samson has recently begun building a new home with some money he made cutting and hauling timber for our clinic construction project. This is a good step, but it will be a long road for him. Unlike Ashenafi, Samson never had a chance to go to school to learn how to read. He never had mentors to guide him. He is part of an ethnic minority that faces discrimination in Kaffa. He doesn’t speak the national language, Amharic, which severely limits his upward mobility.

I remember at 18, I was not very good at long-term decision making, but I had strong mentors and parents to guide me. Samson and his wife have had no such benefit, and are now trying to figure out how to raise kids of their own.  What we can do for Samson is limited only by the initiative he is willing to take in his own life. Samson’s situation is common in the rural areas around Agaro Bushi.

We will continue to assist Samson with work opportunities as we have them available.  We will also ensure that Ashenafi doesn’t lose his connection to his brother, the only family he’s ever known. Ashenafi now transitions from subsistent forest life to a life where the idea of “opportunity” has real meaning. The sky is the limit!  It will take him some time to truly understand that, but his support is solid, and his feet are well adapted to travel the steep and slippery hill of success.

 The newest little brother in the children’s home is 7 months old now. His name is Yegerem, which means, according to my own rough translation, “the amazing.” We first encountered Yegerem the day he was born, not long after he came into this world. Atinafu (the clinic manager), Aselefech (children’s director), and I were riding in the car together when a man ran out onto the road with newborn Yegerem wrapped in a banana leaf. The man told us he had found Yegerem close to one of the forest paths, just off the road, with his umbilical cord still attached. Yegerem barely moved, wrapped in his leaf. We rushed Yegerem to the hospital, where Atinafu and Aselefech had to do some diplomatic shouting to ensure that Yegerem was seen by physicians. Child custody and liability laws in Ethiopia are different from what they are in the US; there are no governmental organizations in rural areas to step in.

The work Aselefech does for the children in our program is never simple: tracking down guardians, coordinating and motivating the local government to implement the policies they have, trying to get all the parties involved to problem solve cases together. Yegerem’s early days were complicated, but now that he is with us, we are happy to have him as part of the family.

He’s growing into a very active little baby and keeps his 14 brothers and sisters in the children’s home busy.

 

He’s become a sort of escape artist, a wind-up energizer baby — you set him down and he bolts, crawling for the door. It amazes me that the infant we first saw wrapped in a banana leaf and barely alive 7 months ago has grown so healthy and energetic.

Thank you to all of you who, by supporting Lalmba, have made Yegerem’s survival possible.

Friends,
Thanks to you, flood relief efforts are well under way in Matoso. More updates to come in the next newsletter.

Sincerely and gratefully yours, Hillary and Jeff

Jeff & Hillary JamesLalmba News, Vol. 57, No. 4
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In Search of the Source of Happiness

by Jeff James

When I stepped onto the dirt road, an emotional plummet, a cocktail of anxiety and remorse, overtook me.  It was a deep sadness that I couldn’t understand, like coming down off of an exhilarating manic episode. But I plodded along, trying to figure out why I felt so dejected, looking down at my feet as I walked, counting steps and getting lost in the repetitive scuffling sound they made over the dry, flat ground. Its flatness felt strange, and the walking almost too easy. When I lifted my head and looked east towards the Rift Valley – the beautiful, isolated swath of land we had just traversed – I felt an urge to turn back. So I stepped off the road, onto the shoulder where the ground was still uneven and thorn trees and scrub brushes made obstacles through which I could weave my body, rolling my feet over the lumpy and rocky ground. Almost immediately my mood lifted; I followed this indirect course parallel to the road, keeping an eye up ahead on my team of humanitarians who walked forward with unbreakable strides, just as they had during the previous 5 days, from the eastern plains to the western lip of the Great Rift Valley. The miles we covered were about 100 thus far, and the land as perfect as nature made it, absent of trails and roads, teeming with wildlife and risk. It was beautiful, and instinctively I knew I would miss it.

Those days in the Rift were blissful and formative. Before morning light, to the sounds of camels snarling, the fused smells of animal dung and last night’s rekindled fire mingling with the aroma of primordial earth, we pulled our bodies out of slumber and methodically got dressed, packing away tents and sleeping bags and other items unneeded until nightfall. Then, while the guides loaded our packs onto the backs of belligerent camels, we stood about our makeshift kitchen, often settled beneath a skeletal acacia tree, watching our benevolent leader, Amanda, putter about preparing breakfast.
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Routinely, we started the day by filling and treating our water containers, plastering our blistered feet, and gossiping about the night sounds. It was not unusual to hear lions roar or elephants trumpet. After all, we camped in their province! Most nights we’d hear the nearby whoop of hyenas, which caused us each a moment of private panic and recognition of the false security of our nylon tents. But we were there for that reason, to understand the precarious nature of life as introduced through risk and a conscious embrace of our innermost fears.  Most foreigners don’t usually walk through the Masai Mara; they drive through it in long-based Land Cruisers, heads and telephoto lenses peering out of rooftops and windows, collecting snapshots of implied risk. But what we were doing was the real deal.

DSCF3548Before setting out each day, we’d huddle, the ten of us in a circle, and share a biographical reading of one person whose life had been affected by the services of Lalmba. We had ten cards to read, one per day, and we called them our inspiration cards. They told stories of orphans saved from lives of labor, now nourished and learning and dreaming of prosperous futures. And there were elders, men and women, who were alone in their final years, barely able to care for themselves after being robbed of their families by AIDS. And there were mothers as well, unskilled and widowed, struggling to provide for their children, but now running small businesses with the help of a microloan, and leading lives of self-reliance. These inspiration cards, the biographies they told, reminded us why we were there. They were a psychological tincture distilling though our minds as we walked, encouraging us to carry ourselves with dignity and strength. For no matter how great the pain or fatigue we felt throughout the day, our hardship was trivial in comparison, but our mission a noble one.

The mornings were quiet and cool as each daybreak we left a campsite behind, returning it to the wildlife we displaced for one quaint evening.  We walked west towards Lake Victoria, the rising sun warming our backs and stretching our shadows ahead like ghosts of the early explorers, scouting our path to the source of the Nile. You couldn’t help but think about those brave adventurers, and imagine seeing these landscapes through their eyes.  Burton and Speke, Stanley and Livingston were legendary figures who faced incredible dangers from wildlife, disease, and distrusting natives.

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They must have been awestruck, like us, by the primeval beauty and the abundant and exotic wildlife that roamed so freely on these boundless savannahs. Indelible marks of the cycle of life littered the plains, the skeletal vestiges of the predator’s banquet, as many next courses lazily grazed nearby, seemingly unaware of our presence.

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What more can be said about wildlife that isn’t already known? They’re beautiful in all their stripes and spots, curvy horns and elongated necks, their gallops and slow-motion runs reminiscent of their prehistoric relatives.  Watching these animals roam freely was enchanting, walking through their habitats a precious reminder of the need for conservation, as well as a grim lesson in the horrors of our appetite to destroy perfect beauty. Of all the animals we saw, the rhino’s absence was most sadly poignant.

With those thoughts and experiences deeply set in our psyches, we passed our halfway point and left the nature conservancy, stepping onto a man-made road, leading us towards civilization.


As stated earlier, my immediate response was a fleeting, but deep despair. And the balm for that gloom was returning to the wildness which we had just left. At first those feelings baffled me, but now I understand them as a hermit might after leaving his precious solitude for the first time in many moons, or Mowgli leaving the jungle to live among “men.” Solitude in nature allows us to experience, if only subtly, what our primitive ancestors must have known, returning our minds and spirits to a time when survival required that we coexist rather than conquer land and beasts. Those days in the “bush,” as it’s called, forced us to tap into long dormant parts of our brains to navigate and problem solve complexities that are mostly irrelevant in the developed world – doing so made us feel more alive than we’ve felt in years.  But all things pass, and our mission here was really to be among people. They – the destitute who struggle to find health care and work, the children who are hungry and uneducated – are whom we came to see, to walk with, and to serve. The nature we traversed fulfilled its purpose: It broke us down to the core of our humanity, so that when we entered through the figurative gates of each community our hearts were vulnerable, more open and able to feel the struggles of the people who ran to greet us.

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Over the next 5 days, people of all ages met us along the roads and paths we walked, marveling at our caravan of foreigners and camels. Our cohort consisted of 10 North American fundraisers, 10 Kenyan guides, and 22 Somali camels to carry our food, water, and nighttime gear. Camels are rarely seen this far south of the equator. Our unique makeup of northern creatures and our sudden arrival in these rural villages stirred local emotions to the spilling point, sloshing delight beyond the rims of self-control.  As their eyes and awareness set upon us, I saw smiles like none I’ve ever seen, supernovas of uncontained joy spreading across faces and radiating outward toward us. It was penetrating, and impossible not to smile back and feel that pure joy, an energy I haven’t felt or known since childhood. Thinking of it now as I write these words fills me with chills, and leaves me wondering what happened to the joy of my youth? How did its purity get diluted along the way? And how can it surface so easily in the people we encountered, people who have little apart from their poverty?

It’s true that money can’t buy happiness, but I’m convinced now, happiness is a wellspring that resides in the hearts of the destitute.

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Unknown friends appeared by our sides as we walked, easily matching our pace and stride, sometimes staying with us for miles. Children wanted to hold our hands, and elders wanted to greet us and know our purpose. There were times when we were like a parade, with the masses leaving their work unfinished in the fields, and school children darting out of their classrooms just to meet us on the road and walk with us on our westward march. Late afternoons, when we broke for camp, crowds of people gathered to watch us settle into our nighttime routine – setting up tents and then sitting on our bottoms until sleep beckoned us away to our caves of isolation. We were physically tired after walking 20 miles a day, but our spirits were awakened, energized, and deeply in love.

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It is impossible not to fall in love with this part of the world and the humble people who call it home. Africa exudes beauty and grace, and simultaneously imposes horrific injustice on the kindest, most generous people I’ve known. The paradoxical relationship between happiness and poverty has baffled me for all of my 20 years of travel to Africa. I’ve often wondered, with the purity of joy that exists here, why is it that development agencies choose to illustrate their work by showing the opposite?  Shouldn’t happiness move the heart as powerfully as the horror show? I suppose the answers are self-evident; it’s difficult to talk about poverty without showing the flies and the starving child. Those images pull the heartstrings of the compassionate in concert with the perforated edge of their checkbook.

And they are not really exaggerations; I have seen too many hungry children and helpless people dying of preventable disease to throw fault for choosing to show that reality. But the equal and opposite reality I choose to focus on now, is the unbridled happiness that illogically exists within the hearts of the poor. It is what has motivated me to return again and again, investing my life and career striving to empower the poor and alleviate poverty, while also trying to capture a bit of the source of joy to bring home with me. It’s a cross-cultural symbiotic exchange of the good we each bring to the table.


Adventures are part of the human equation, with the active ingredients an equal mixture of physical exertion and risk. Adventures help us to reconnect with our humanity by stripping away the ego to reveal our potential for both compassion and strength. Pain is sometimes involved, but we are not defined by our pain in life – instead by our ability to persevere cheerfully in spite of it. Nor is our status boosted through solitary acts of greatness, but by how we work as a group in support of humankind.  Emotional wholeness comes from human connections, and the group of people with whom I walked – my team of humanitarians, the guides who tirelessly worked to help us, and the people we met along the roads – are legends in my mind for their generosity of spirit. They helped me not to stumble on the path to wholeness.  The bonds we formed as we walked to the shores of Lake Victoria to the small fishing village of Matoso, where Lalmba runs a large orphan care program and medical clinic, are indestructible.

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Our final days in Kenya were spent in Matoso, laughing and playing with orphans, resting our tired feet by the lake shore, and witnessing works of mercy ripple through this impoverished community. Its concentric circles spread wide, lassoing us all within its ever-increasing diameter, reverberating through our collective consciousness, like the ring of a Buddhist meditation bell.  And my heart still grows.

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Jeff & Hillary JamesIn Search of the Source of Happiness
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Scars and Memories, Part 9 of Tembea Na Mimi

This is Part 9 of a multi-part essay that chronicles Tembea Na Mimi, a walk across Kenya.

by Jeff James

At 15, Yogesh’s path to self-determination is just beginning, and already he’s proven himself fearless among warriors and wise among elders. On the last day of walking he was barefoot, an indication of his devotion to every contour and edge the ground contained. It was now sacred ground, his journey across it was complete, and his wisdom was won. Why not risk a little injury and pain in the final steps? The impact seemed only to make him stronger, as all good adventures do, allowing him to harness the power of danger and exertion and transform it into strength and character. This was a rite of passage, a hero’s journey, a deliberate plunge into the unknown, and he had arrived on the other side unscathed, a man among men.

Joseph Campbell describes the “Hero’s Journey” as being a cyclical path to higher consciousness. It’s a cycle that begins with a call to adventure and culminates in the metaphorical death and rebirth of the self. And with that rebirth comes a responsibility to lead and share the wisdom learned from your ordeal. In the Maasai culture for a boy to become a man he must live apart from his community for 4 months and then kill a lion with only a knife and spear. The risk of failure is great, but risk is a fundamental element of the equation. Without it, there is no ordeal, there is no transformation of self, no passage to manhood, and no wisdom to impart.

On adventures like these, much of the take-away wisdom rises from winning an internal battle. You fight against fatigue and the weedy-brain thinking that nags you to stop walking, tells you that you’re hot, that your feet hurt, you’re hungry, your legs are chafing, and your pack is uncomfortable. Winning those battles is a mental game, as you project thoughts into the near future and imagine the balm of completion. Or it’s a game of the heart, the internal strength found through compassion, keenly observing the dire needs of the peasants whom you pass, reflecting on problems, solutions and feeling grateful, perhaps guilty for your status in life. The wisdom gleaned from those internal victories of heart and mind is our goal, because even the oldest among us desires new wisdom and the time to share it.

Yogesh led the group whenever he wanted, proving that his endurance matched or exceeded the best efforts of his elders. As he walked with real warriors, not just westerners with soldier hearts, but real warriors – men from cultures where they are trained to defend land, livestock and community from their very first steps, and to fight and die with honor – he pondered this world, a world where he could study robotics in Virginia while his age-mates fought lions in Kenya to become men.

And so, from day one he studied them, our guides, Turkana and Samburu tribesman. He determined that the grace and efficiency of their walk allowed them to walk faster and further. He practiced and modeled his walk after theirs, conserving energy with a fluid stride. He marveled at James, our Maasai guide, who with keen vision and a textbook knowledge of wildlife, could identify elephants and lions hidden in the vast and tangled landscapes. Yogesh practiced seeing, scanning the land, striving to spot an animal before James, with occasional success. When there was no risk of rain, he escaped the confines of his tent and slept under the open sky like our guides, star-gazing while drifting off to sleep. Instead of wearing trousers, our guides wore “kikoys”, colorfully patterned cloth wrapped around the waist like a skirt, hanging down to the knees, allowing for freedom of movement and a bit of ventilation. Yogesh had a towel that was large enough to function as a proper kikoy. At camp in the evenings, he wore it proudly, testing for truth and finding it.

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With a group such as ours, a cadre of westerners on safari in the African bush, the heart of the group is the guides. Yogesh was one of the first who made the leap from being mere walker to beating with this heart.  Without our guides we would not have reached our destination; we could very well have died. Our guides are the ones who slept in shifts and chased lions from camp with a bullwhip while we dreamed of hamburgers. They are the ones who wrestled sick camels to the ground to inject them with antibiotics while we nursed our blistered toes. They are the ones who loaded our gear on bad-tempered camels while we stretched sore muscles and worried about dirty water. They are the ones who sang to the camels to soothe their tired and petulant souls, coaxing them forward with love, while we ambled without responsibility. They are the ones who outmaneuvered thieves who sought to pilfer our goods, moving us into a defensive position under the cover of darkness, while we grumbled at the nuisance of moving our tents. And they are the ones who prepared our meals and gathered our water while we sipped Tusker’s and Reds, canned nectar of the Wazungu tribe. Yogesh resided right in this central core, helping as much as he could, hoping their strength and wisdom would rub off on him, which it did in abundance.

In his time with the guides, he learned to work the camels, lead them, load and unload their packs. He learned Swahili words and phrases, and what life was like as a young man in Kenya. One night, after all other walkers had gone to bed, one of our guides taught Yogesh to sew, and helped him mend his broken shoes.  While immersed in needlework and while the rest of us slept, Yogesh learned how to laugh in Turkana.

The guides affectionately called him “Yogurt,” which he didn’t mind because he knew it was spoken with fondness. After all, he had entered their inner circle and had found brothers. When Helena called him “Yogurt”, however, he prickled, sensing something different, like a sister teasing a brother. Nicknames seem to either mock or express endearment, and there was nothing mock-worthy of Yogesh, but he sure was fun to tease.

David once referred to him as the “man-cub”, and I laughed and immediately thought about Mowgli, from Kipling’s The Jungle Book. With the best of intentions and the fondest associations, I turned to Yogesh and screamed, “Mowgli, you’re Mowgli!’  And then I paused and considered the soft bigotry of my remark and in a rush of guilt, I apologized. But the connection is much more profound than the fact that both Yogesh and Mowgli hail from India. The bigger revelation for me was the parallels in their characters:  Mowgli, the man-cub, the boy raised by wolves, who would rather face a tiger in battle than be spoiled by the comforts of mankind.   Fearless in the face of danger, seeing freedom in the wild, he wanted to fight with bears, dance with monkeys, howl like a wolf, and climb trees like a panther. He was too smart to be fooled into the coils of Kaa, the hypnotic python. I saw that same fearlessness, that same energy and preference for the wild in Yogesh.  In the end, Mowgli was seduced and tamed by the promise of love . . . the best exit plan for all heroes, I suppose, and the reason we were on this adventure together.
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For the Maasai, their time in the wild as young men ends with the rite of circumcision. The pain and the drama of the ordeal are not to be forgotten, and the passage to manhood is memorialized because of it. Other cultures practice different rites of passage, sometimes facial or belly scarring, or ritual teeth shaping in other tribes, but all mark the passing of childhood, and all intend for the memory of that moment to be significant, marked by pain and scarring, a lifetime reminder of the wisdom gained and the mission to spread it forward.

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We joked with Yogesh, promising a creative scar to send him home. I remember as a child treasuring my scars and showing them off to my friends.  There are dramatic stories of heroism associated with each scar. I try to keep that philosophy alive with my children today, celebrating little scars, and trying to find lessons from an experience. They must think I’m crazy when I throw my fist in the air and scream, “Yes! Nice scar,” followed by a high-five.  In our society the outward scar has lost its value as a badge of courage, a visual reminder to help usher young people to maturity. We now hide our scars behind cosmetic surgery instead of wearing them with pride.

On his final day, when Yogesh walked barefoot, perhaps he was hoping for a wound to leave a scar, a souvenir to take home.  A beaded bracelet just doesn’t quite suffice. To his mother’s delight, he didn’t succeed and returned home unblemished. Nonetheless he arrived in Virginia forever changed, I’m sure, for significant events transpired and important memories were created.

Perhaps in the absence of physical scars, the rites of passage in modern society are the significant memories we create when life veers into adventure, and away from the soft memories of everyday life.  In the routine of everyday life it’s easy to forget what really matters and we tend to over-value the mundane, wisdom becoming the synopsis of a reality TV show, instead of a lesson in what it means to be human.  Momentous memories are born in the battle of survival and from the triumphant feeling of success. These memories are mile markers of our moments when we left one self behind and sent a wiser one forward – a fresh soul whose life will forever follow a different trajectory.

That’s why it’s vital for us to answer when adventure calls, and embrace risk with open arms.  Because there in the cusp of survival you will find truth and wisdom beyond measure.

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Seen through the foggy wind shield of a visiting Jeep, Yogesh zips his pack in preparation for walking.

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Around the campfire.

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Yogesh eating trail food is a road-side attraction.

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Many women, young and old, asked for Yogesh. They literally wanted us to leave him behind for them to adopt or marry.

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Filling water bottles at break.

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Photo by Rob Andzik

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Yogesh’s mended shoe. Photo by Rob Andzik

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The Rise and Fall of Heroes, Part 8 of Tembea Na Mimi

 

 

 

This is Part 8 of a multi-part essay that chronicles Tembea Na Mimi, a walk across Kenya.

by Jeff James

Huddled under the branches of a thorn tree, cold rain pounding against my back, I witnessed courage in action and felt small and weak in comparison. But I am used to that; I’ve spent a lifetime watching my warrior brother excel in all tests of life, out in front, and taking action while others shiver.

It was day 9, and we were anticipating the end of our journey with mixed emotions. We had taken a break under a shade tree on a dirt road adjacent to a school. A crowd hovered around our menagerie, spectators of the greatest show in town. The school’s soccer field was flat and grassy and tempted us as a campsite.  Plus, the waning afternoon light and the black and foreboding sky over Lake Victoria were clear signs we needed to make camp soon.  Unfortunately, the school’s headmaster wasn’t around, and without his permission, we decided it best to leave the road in search of another open space to make camp.   As we walked through farmland rain fell, gently at first, showering our dust and fatigue away. “This feels good,” I exclaimed to Amanda.  She smiled and tittered “mmm, yeah” with a concerned gaze skyward.

I put my camera in my pack and zipped it, but then it began to rain harder so I opened my pack and wrapped my rain jacket tightly around my camera. I was hot from the day of hiking and didn’t mind getting wet, but I worried about my camera getting rain-damaged. Pictures are treasures for me, and I felt greatly enriched by this trip’s rewards. And this was Africa, after all; the rain will pass and the sun will return its usual permeating warmth, drying clothes and lifting spirits.

And then from the west came a wall of wind and water so mighty the camels panicked.  They pulled against the guides, straining their ropes, slipping and falling down in torrents of mud. Our spectators, locals accustomed to lake storms, laughed at our pandemonium. But soon they too were cowed to the corners, seeking shelter under thorn bushes not suitable for a goat.

I followed Amanda beneath a slightly taller bunch of trees and hunched my back to the storm. The wind, icy and fierce, pushed at my neck and I shook deeply – shivering like never before. I looked left and saw Amanda and Thea,  thin and blue through sheets of gray water, huddled in vain under a useless umbrella.

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And then I looked out to the clearing and saw my brother, David, his hat pulled low, his mouth and eyes set with determination, his knife in one hand slashing the taut sisal rope that tethered two camels head to tail, pulling in opposing directions.  As one camel fled, David brought the other to its knees and unburdened it of crates and saddle before sending it off to graze with a loving pat on the rear end.

Time passed slowly under that thorn tree; the rain and wind were unrelenting. I shivered, paralyzed by the cold, watching camel after camel get unloaded and released. Tarps unrolled and equipment stowed, trenches dug, tents erected and blown away and retrieved, only to be taken again. Eventually the large tent surrendered to the storm and lay flat in the mud, its poles broken in a discarded heap. And I remember thinking, as I looked out at David and the other brave warriors who stayed for the fight, that they did not look defeated nor hypothermic like I felt. In fact, they looked enthused, energized and warm, eager to keep fighting.  They were having the time of their lives battling nature and crowing defiance into the wind.

I shuddered and then bounded out to help, hoping some activity would warm me up.  But I was too late, the activity had come to a halt, the job was finished until the rain abated. And so there I stood in the clearing, stomping my feet in the mud to stay warm as heavy drops continued to fall.  David, seeing my sorry state, pulled a thermal blanket from his pack and wrapped it around my shoulders, ushering me under a tarp where other heroes squatted, sharing body heat and waiting out the storm. And he threw his big arm around me and hugged me until the chill and the rain subsided.  It was a brotherly moment like no other, a lesson in vulnerability and strength, a gesture of love that I’ll not soon forget.

Jeff James_Tembea Na Mimi_2015_152When the rains subsided, we crawled out from beneath the tarp and began gathering survivors and gear. I worked extra hard to set up camp. I needed to warm up and I felt guilty for not carrying my weight and helping when the monsoon hit us. But what I’ve learned about groups and adventure challenges is that there are heroic moments for each person when a hidden strength is encountered, one not known before, tucked away somewhere behind the senses of panic and fear.  And then there are those vulnerable moments, when fatigue and dehydration have muddled your thoughts with waves of angst and poor decisions.  And so you must rely on others to help you survive.  The right group, one unified in a common goal and with a noble cause, allows for heroes to rise and fall like the tides, and the vulnerable to be carried in their fragile moments.

David seemed to ride the hero wave more often, however.  As I furiously erected my tent, trying to get the fly on before the rain returned, I looked around for David to see if he had a rock or something for pounding my tent stakes. There on the ground next to my tent was his pack, fully loaded, and his tent still unrolled.  Where did he go?  I then looked left and saw David and Michael hoisting Thea high into the air, like a patient on a bamboo stretcher.  She was flat on her back being placed feet first into her tent, a cocoon of dry warmth. I had not seen her since under the thorn tree, looking frail and cold through layers of gray rain.  But the cold had soaked in deeper and Thea was now in danger of hypothermia. Michael and David were saving her life. I flinched to help, but by the time I got there the job, once again, was done. Thea was tucked between a mound of sleeping bags and Michael was working on warming her feet and legs. David stood up,  an unassuming superman, unshaven and in safari clothes, looked once around the camp, a leader scanning for loose ends, and seeing none, headed over to set up his tent. He was the last man standing.

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The rain never returned, and because it’s Africa, the sun came out and warmed our spirits and dried our clothes.  Later that afternoon, I bought a half pint of moonshine from a local brewer, “chang’aa” as it’s called, and we sipped it in a circle and sang songs with dozens of children and villagers, the same that laughed and mocked us as we battled nature earlier – some more valiantly than others. Now the laughter was different; it was no longer a mocking laugh at our comedy of errors, but rather we laughed communally – some celebrating survival, some reveling in triumph, others in marvel over God’s good humor and grace … and some of us may have just been a little tipsy.

Looking back it probably would have been best to wear my rain jacket rather than give it to my camera.  It was a poor decision, sacrificing self for art.   But if I had chosen differently, worn my jacket and, like the heroes of that afternoon, battled beasts and nature for the common good, I would have missed that vantage point of witnessing David from under the thorn tree. And I would have missed the life-saving gestures of love given by a brother, offering warmth where there was none.  And I would have missed being able to sip moonshine, proudly knowing that my older brother is still my hero.

And I found myself wondering, as we walked to end poverty, if what communities really need is a unifying noble cause, a common goal, and a culture that allows heroes to rise and fall with the tides, providing care for the vulnerable in their weakest moments.

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A parked “piki-piki” makes for a good seat.
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David and James lead us through savanna land in the north Mara conservancy.
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At rest along the road, Amanda, David, and Robbie.
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Around camp on the Migori airstrip.
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David greets the day and villagers with a friendly wave as we embark on our final day of walking.
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Peter and David at rest in the Mara.
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David shares videos and photos with schoolchildren who ran to meet us along the road.
Scouting lions in the Mara.
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Brothers, Kisumu Airport

 

 

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Hugh’s News, Vol. 52, No. 3 – June 2015

Merry Christmas!!

“Huh? It’s June, you dope, a little early in the season, don’t you think?!”

santa-bicycleYes, we know, but we have so many delightful African treasures we have collected over the past 50 years!  While you’re sunning yourself this summer, browse our Marketplace page (http://www.lalmba.org/market-place/) and get a head start on your shopping. Where else will your early Christmas shopping improve the lives of the poor in a forgotten corner of Africa?  Each African item has been handcrafted by a local artisan working hard to make ends meet.

Go to our Marketplace page to see the all the items we have for sale:

http://www.lalmba.org/market-place/



Does Lalmba Really Make A Difference?

We can think of no better way to convey the good that Lalmba accomplishes than by telling you stories of real people whose lives have been changed because of Lalmba.

GuerillmoMeet Geremew.  He was born in a remote village outside of Chiri, Ethiopia, where he and his six siblings lost their father during an earthquake.  He was six months old at the time.  His mother, who suffers mental problems, took them to the closest sizeable town a few days’ walk away in search of support.  She found none, and the desperate family was homeless and hungry.  Begging on the street with her 6 children at her side, she had no option but to give her children away to people to work as servants in their homes.  She thought, “At least then my children will be fed.”   Geremew was lucky enough to be taken in by someone who allowed him to attend school when he wasn’t working.   He was not well cared for, however, and was found by Lalmba’s Children’s Director in a very malnourished state, barely dressed, and shunned at school.  Because his living situation was so unhealthy, Geremew was brought to Lalmba Children’s Home 9 years ago.  He is now attending the 10th grade in the local school, where he is performing well, and hopes to become a Health Officer (like a doctor) and work for Lalmba’s Chiri Health Center someday.

These stories are not uncommon.  Lalmba means hope for so many impoverished children with a bleak future of servitude ahead of them.

What we find so encouraging is how much good can be accomplished with relatively little in this part of the world.  A child’s life can be transformed forever by what we pay for a monthly car payment!

  • $100 pays for all of Geremew’s needs—food, clothing, housing, school supplies, and care for 4 months.
  • $300 pays for Geremew’s inclusion in our children’s home for the entire year.
  • $700 pays for the nutrition program, which trains families of malnourished infants on how to prepare nutritious meals to prevent future malnutrition in their children.
  • $1000 pays for 5 destitute children who live with extended relatives to attend school this year instead of work as servants or in the fields.

We inhabit is a topsy-turvy world full of great imbalances.   Each one of us could have been born on the floor of a mud hut in a tiny village in Africa. But instead we live in a place of plenty.  The lives of our African brothers and sisters are no less beautiful than ours, full of happiness and pain just like our own, but their human struggles are magnified by lack of access to basic needs.  Lalmba strives to meet those physical needs as much as possible, so that they face less needless tragedy in their lives.

It is enriching for all of us who do not ignore life’s imbalances.  By acting with compassion for our fellow humans who have so little, we answer the call to make this world a slightly happier, healthier and more hopeful planet.


Tembea Na Mimi:  A Walk Across Kenya!

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It’s really going to happen, folks. On August 3, 11 Lalmba supporters will embark on the adventure of a lifetime!  We are going to push ourselves to exhaustion, and face extreme physical and mental challenges as we plod 150 miles over 10 days across the ancient, wild lands of Kenya, East Africa.  We are not aware that this exact route has ever been attempted before.  We will end our adventure at the lakeside village of Matoso, the home of Lalmba’s largest program, which serves about 1200 destitute children.

Why are we doing this?

Like the explorers before us, we will endure hardship for a cause greater than ourselves.  We will walk the land of the people we serve. We will bear witness to their great needs, to the great beauty of their country and culture, and we will strive to understand what it means to spend a lifetime walking in poverty.

When we come home, we will bring back stories of the great challenges, the breathtaking beauty,

and the real people we met who are struggling to survive.  Please consider sponsoring one of us. Your sponsorship goes directly to Lalmba. All the walkers are paying their own expenses.




To learn more and sponsor a walker, visit our website:

Jeff & Hillary JamesHugh’s News, Vol. 52, No. 3 – June 2015
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2014 Annual Report

2014 Annual Report

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Mission

Empowering rural communities in Africa to provide their own people with high quality basic health care, effective public health initiatives, microfinance and support for vulnerable children. We have a special love for children, whom we see not as a burden, but as part of a brilliant future for Africa.

Vision

We envision a healthy, prosperous community where all at-risk children are educated, preventable disease is eradicated, and opportunities exist for people to provide for themselves and their families.




Letter From The President and Vice President

james family 2015In 2014 we evaluated our mission statement and our programs to ensure they are well-aligned.  We espouse a guiding philosophy that is solution-oriented.  We do not want to put Band-Aids on real human problems – problems that we know are solvable if the root causes are correctly identified, and the tools to fix them are provided.  So, what is the problem?  The problem is systemic poverty, and Lalmba is constructing the path to move beyond it to a more promising future.

For any plan to succeed and for solutions to be sustainable, they must be community-led.  Our mission statement discusses “empowering rural communities to provide their own people” with their needs.  What are those things a community needs to be healthy, prosperous, and independent?   4 basic indicators of a healthy community are access to education, health care, economic opportunity, and nutrition.   A community without any one of these is a struggling community.  Here’s how Lalmba addresses those needs and how we assess when our job is done in a community.  Because if problems truly are solvable, then one day we will be able to declare mission accomplished.

  • Education – First and foremost, children must have access to education. The children in these communities who go to school come from families who have a means of income.  The children who don’t attend school are destitute; their families can’t afford the costs, which leave the children as uneducated laborers or servants, guaranteeing another generation of poverty for that family. We call those children “at-risk.”

In 2014, Lalmba enabled 1166 at-risk children to get an education. We believe that the greatest way to change the future is to invest in the children of today, empowering them to be the future leaders of their communities.

  • Health Care – There is ample evidence showing a direct correlation between physical health and economic prosperity, both individually and at the community level. People who are sick can’t work; communities without health care don’t thrive.

In 2014 at our clinics in Ethiopia and Kenya, we treated nearly 50,000 people, saving thousands of lives, and allowing sick adults to get back to work sooner.  Children are healed so that sickness does not impede their learning.  Babies are treated for malnutrition, and families trained on how to provide nutritious meals, to make them all healthier with more potential.

Our public health teams, travelling to the most remote communities, teach people about the importance of sanitation for overall health, and how to prevent disease before it starts.

  • Access to Economic Opportunity – Financially healthy communities have diverse business opportunities, and access to start-up funds for entrepreneurs. In rural communities, access to affordable loans is extremely limited.  We provide small loans to the poor who know how to pull themselves out of poverty, but lack the means to get started.  In 2014 we gave small business loans to 52 people, placing them firmly on a path to independence.

The success of this program has spurred us on to revamp our RCAR program, giving small business loans to the parents or guardians of the children we support. We hope to see our microloan program grow exponentially in the coming years so that more families can reach independence.

  • Access to Nutrition – Under normal situations, we believe that if the above 3 needs are met and in balance, a community can provide for its own nutritional needs. In extreme situations, such as extended drought or politically imposed famine, charities must step in to help with nutrition. But the danger of creating food dependency is real.

We provide supplemental nutrition only when necessary and only as long as necessary. For example, we have orphans in our RCAR program living with a guardian (most likely an ailing grandmother) who is incapable of working to provide food. Without our nutrition intervention these children would truly go hungry. Likewise, in our Elder Care program we provide food sustenance for elders who have no one else to care for them.

How do we know when an area of our mission is complete?  Lalmba first began in these rural communities because there was no provision of any of these services locally.  Over time, with our community development efforts, we have been looking for the emergence of similar services locally.  If services are being duplicated, then we see that as a sign that this community is reaching the ability to meet its own needs.

Here’s a powerful example. 16 years ago Lalmba opened the first modern medical facility in Chiri, Ethiopia. At that time, Chiri was a small farming village with no electricity, no running water, no telephone service, and a horse path wide enough to be called a road.  Today, it has become a trading point for farmers in the southwest. Chiri now has 2 private clinics, a government health center, and a private pharmacy. There is still an abundance of poverty, lack of access to education and business opportunity, but the trend is favorable that this community will soon be able to meet its own health care needs. We are close to saying ‘mission accomplished’ in the area of health care there!

So the exciting news is that we can begin a gradual and sustainable handover of health care responsibilities to our partners in Ethiopia, the Catholic Church and the Ethiopian government. And we can begin a prayerful and thoughtful search for that next end-of-the-road community, the community with no health care, a high prevalence of at-risk children, and a lack of economic opportunity. Then we can begin empowering a new community with the tools to shape a future that is filled with hope.

Jeff and Hillary James

President and Vice President, Lalmba Association


 

WHAT’S LALMBA DOING?

DSCF8149Lalmba is empowering rural communities in East Africa to provide for their own needs.  We’re striving to end generations of poverty by addressing the 4 basic needs for people and communities to thrive:  Access to Education, Health Care, Economic Opportunity, and Nutrition.

Lalmba tackles these objectives by giving priority attention to the most vulnerable of citizens — the poor, the children, and the marginalized. We prioritize at-risk children and ensure they are receiving an education, health care, and have a place to call home.  We see a future where today’s children are tomorrow’s leaders.

At our health care facilities in Ethiopia and in Kenya, we save lives on a daily basis, and we educate these communities about disease prevention, achieving healthier, more self-reliant communities.

Our Microloan programs provide small business loans to entrepreneurs and to RCAR guardians, sparking economic growth and introducing business opportunities for the poor, who traditionally have no options.



Primary Health Care

DSCF8220Lalmba runs static health facilities in Kenya and Ethiopia, where we diagnose and treat illnesses for the poorest of the poor. We strive to heal the sick so that they can have the strength, not only to survive, but to grow and be part of transforming a poor community into a prosperous one.   At each facility, we charge a service fee to those who can afford to pay, but we turn away no one – those without the means to pay are given free treatment.

In Kenya we operate the Matoso Clinic and the Ochuna Dispensary, serving a catchment population of about 100,000 people.  In 2014, we treated nearly 30,000 patients suffering from an array of illnesses. The most common diseases treated are malaria, anemia, bilharzia, malnutrition, pneumonia, UTI, diabetes, STI, dog bites, and diarrhea.

HIV has done great damage to the family structure, leaving behind orphaned children and elderly parents with no one to care for them in their declining years.  We change this dynamic through intensive HIV counseling, education, and treatment for those who test positive.  In 2014, 1558 people were enrolled in our counseling program, and 1036 people received antiretroviral therapy.

In Ethiopia, we operate the Chiri Health Center, serving a catchment population of 150,000 people. In 2014, we treated nearly 20,000 people for a range of illnesses. The most common diseases treated were pneumonia, malnutrition, parasitic infections, skin infections, musculoskeletal disease, dyspepsia, acute respiratory infection, UTI, diarrhea, Otitis and other ear infections.

We have a 15-bed hospital ward where we provided 24 hour intensive treatment to 655 critically ill patients, saving and discharging 631 of them.  These inpatients included 205 severely malnourished children, who required 3-4 weeks of intensive care. They would have died without it.

In Eritrea, Lalmba provided a grant to assist the Catholic Church in purchasing medicines and supplies to run the Halhal Health Center (catchment population of 12,676) and the Boggu health station (catchment population of 3783).  In 2014, 11,454 people were given outpatient care at these two facilities. The most common illnesses treated were pneumonia, diarrhea, skin infections, ear infections, and eye infections.


Public Health Care

DSCF9380In Kenya and Ethiopia, our public health programs aim to prevent disease before it starts. This is where the long-term battle for health is won.  A diagnosis of malaria can mean weeks in bed for a child or parent, for example.   A person who stays healthy won’t need those weeks away from work or school, improving their financial and educational potential.

Intensive health education tailored to the cultural needs, the most prevalent health issues, and the learning abilities of the people we serve is a goal of this program.  Early intervention in the form of prenatal care, well-baby checks, and immunizations makes up the other part of our public health program.

  • In Kenya, nearly 5000 people were touched by our PH team in 2014. Mobile clinics traveled to remote communities 2-3 times each week to provide education, immunizations, and mother/child health intervention. Education topics included HIV/AIDS prevention, transmission and treatment, hygiene, malaria prevention, clean water, and nutrition.
  • In Ethiopia, our public health team provided education to about 16,000 people. This team has been very successful in finding creative ways to teach a largely uneducated population. They built a portable stage and created a series of dramas utilizing props and costumes to teach relevant health topics, such as Mother/child health, EPI, nutrition, communicable diseases, environmental and water sanitation, TB, HIV/AIDS, and public safety. The Ethiopia team is also an invaluable partner to government health workers, providing strategic support to treat people who are furthest from established health sites.

We also:

  • Make and sell low-cost latrine slabs
  • Provide mosquito nets to prevent malaria
  • Help community members sell a bleach product that makes drinking water safe
  • Provide cooking classes to train people to use the local foods to prepare well-balanced, nutritious meals.

Children at Risk

JJ005444bIn 2014, Lalmba provided for the basic needs of 1186 at-risk children.

This number includes 20 at-risk children for whom Lalmba provides a grant to the Catholic Church in Eritrea to provide clothing, food, school materials, school fees and uniforms.  Although Lalmba cannot have an on-the-ground presence in Eritrea at this time due to governmental restrictions, we continue to support vulnerable children in the place of Lalmba’s founding 52 years ago.

Without Lalmba’s intervention, their futures would involve no formal education, no health care, and little chance for prosperity.

In 2014, we also introduced a new microloan program which lends business startup money to guardians of our RCAR orphans, women who know how to reach independence, but lack the means to get started.

Lalmba Children’s Homes

Lalmba children’s homes provide for 56 children who have no one to care for them. We strive to provide them all the advantages that they would have if they had 2 healthy and working parents. They do not live in luxury or at a higher standard than their peers. They wear local clothes, live in modest houses, and have chores and responsibilities. We want them to be prepared for adulthood, which comes fast in this part of the world.  We also want them to reach their fullest potential, and encourage them to excel scholastically.

 

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RCAR (Reaching Children at Risk)

RCAR is where we see the most potential in providing for the greatest number of children. In 2014, Lalmba ensured that 1130 destitute children were nourished, clothed, educated, and had access to health care. Some of the children are orphans; all of them are completely destitute.  The difference between an RCAR child and a Children’s Home child is that RCAR children have someone who can help care for them, a guardian. Often that person is a single mother, an aging and ailing grandmother, a distant relative or a neighbor.  All are financially strapped and struggling to surviveWe assist them by providing for the basic needs of the child and ensuring that they are in school.  We endeavor to be a resource for the entire family, guiding them towards a path of self-reliance.


Elder Care

JJ005407bIn this part of Africa there is no such thing as social security or retirement, no assisted living communities for the elderly.  For generations, the family structure has provided the safety net for the elderly when they become too old to care for themselves.  But that safety net has been eroded by HIV/AIDS.  Not only do scores of orphaned children have no one to care for them, but many elderly widows and widowers who lost their children to AIDS are left alone with orphaned grandchildren. For many elders, this burden is too much and they suffer from hunger and neglect.

For the past 3 years, Lalmba has been providing some modest assistance to the elderly who lack family with resources to assist them: a bar of soap, a mattress and blanket, some food supplies. Last year we supported 60 impoverished elderly in Kenya.  For some, we provide a simple chair so that they can sit upright and get off the ground. Our nurses also visit each elder monthly to ensure they are getting the proper care and nutrition to be as comfortable as possible in their final years.

 


Microfinance

JJ004234bOur loan programs provided small business loans to 52 people, 43 women and 9 men, in 2014.  These loans enable mothers and fathers to earn a living to provide for their families. Many loan recipients have become successful enough to grow their businesses and provide jobs and income for others. The goal is to provide a way out of poverty and effect economic change in the entire community.

Our program has a 100% repayment rate! It works so well because of community support, and no new loans are given until former loans are repaid. We partner with community volunteers, successful business people, who help train all new loan recipients in smart business practices, guiding them to success by helping them plan for growth and meet their repayment schedules. Some of the business professions Lalmba has supported in these remote communities include farmer, fisherman, produce vendor, tailor, welder, carpenter, butcher, restaurant owner, schoolteacher, hair stylist, spice distributor, and more.

In 2015, we will continue to expand microloans, business training and mentoring to RCAR guardians, to encourage their independence from ongoing support.


The People Who Make Lalmba a Success

Lalmba succeeds because of the people (volunteers and employees) who selflessly work for us and believe that through our mission and our work, a way out of poverty is possible.

Here in the U.S.

  • We have one, very dedicated part-time volunteer who works to keep our supporters thanked for their generous financial support.
  • We have two medical doctors (Lalmba Medical Directors), who passionately embrace our mission and are dedicated to service. They advise on how to meet all of our health care goals and visit projects annually to ensure we provide the highest care possible with our limited resources.
  • Because of these volunteers and their dedication, Hillary and Jeff (Lalmba’s only paid employees) can put more energy directing Lalmba’s vision and mission, strategic planning and capacity building, recruiting volunteers, and keeping the organization financially healthy through robust fundraising efforts that plainly tell the stories of the people we serve.

In Africa

JJ004694bLalmba’s programs are run by nearly 100 African staff and 3-6 expatriate volunteers who are specialists in medicine, public health, financial management, and program development.  In 2014, 10 expats from 4 different countries (Holland, United States, Chile, and Kenya) served as expert volunteers, mentoring our African staff and ensuring that our program goals are met.  Our paid African staff serve in many professional and support roles, from our Project Director in Kenya, Marico Osiyo, to our Public Health manager in Ethiopia, Social Kassa, to Zirhun Ademe, the chief of guards in Ethiopia. We have cleaners, drivers, guards, nurses, groundskeepers, health officers, housemothers who care for the orphans, and administrators.  All of these people are vital to our operations. We also have many African volunteers who spend several hours each month on oversight committees, teaching in their villages, monitoring and mentoring microloan recipients, or visiting HIV patients or the elderly in their homes between clinic appointments.



Looking Forward

16212647880_9f7fcea869_kWe look down the road often, wondering about that end-of-the-road community that still lacks its basic needs. We look forward to the day when resources are abundant enough to allow us to expand to help more communities in desperate poverty.

Lalmba believes in long-term investment.  We don’t believe there are quick fixes to generational poverty.

Development is made sustainable with time, commitment, and a focused effort on the root causes: lack of access to education, health care, nutrition, and jobs.

The communities we serve in Ethiopia and Kenya remain dramatically impoverished, but we do not believe they will need our help forever. Change and empowerment are on the rise and these communities will one day be free of foreign aid.   To ensure independence is truly our goal, we constantly evaluate our programs for any sign that we are fostering dependence instead of empowerment.  If we see signs that our efforts are impeding local enterprise or ingenuity, we know it’s time to shift our efforts to encourage local people to take charge and provide for their community.   We strongly support emerging enterprises like the private and government run health facilities in Chiri.  We will ensure that our efforts complement and do not impede their success.

As we look forward, we plan to continue our life-saving and life-changing services that bring so much hope to those we serve.  We plan to strategically downsize any duplicated services in order to focus our efforts on the most critical needs of the area, and to empower local enterprise. Because of our long-term commitment to these communities, we will not leave until we see that all 4 areas of need are being addressed by the community itself.  Simultaneously, we pray for guidance to explore more remote communities where there is no modern health care, where at-risk children hope for an education, and where businesses are few, but aspiration is high.

We will always keep children at the forefront of our efforts. We know that today’s children provide the greatest chance of ending poverty tomorrow.  But we are just one small organization. Looking to the future, we see cooperation and collaboration as a promising way to advance our mission more effectively and more broadly, bringing us closer to achieving our vision, and ending extreme poverty in these communities once and for all.


2014 Financials

In 2014, Lalmba received no funding from government or large private grants. Our income came from small, private donors, small businesses, some church groups, and a few family foundations who support our work and believe in our mission.  Our clinics in Ethiopia and Kenya charge a small fee to patients who seek treatment, but that income represents only about 8% of our overall budget.

Here in the U.S., Lalmba strives to keep our administrative costs low (about 17% of the budget) in order for most of our income to be spent in the field helping those in need. One way we do this is by not renting office space.   Our two U.S. employees, Hillary and Jeff, work from their home.

Donated funds buy medicines, medical supplies, food and school fees for destitute children, fuel and repairs for our vehicles, and pay the salaries of our 100+ African employees.

Lalmba maintains a small savings to ensure the stability of our programs, but in recent years with inconsistent donations, inflation, and program costs on the rise, that savings has decreased.  As an organization, it is one of our highest priorities to alter this trend, manage expenses and find alternative ways of generating income.

2014 Income and Spending

Total income for 2014 was $561,997. Of this income, 70% ($391,720) came from individual donors, 21% ($115,343) came from family foundations, 8% ($46,117) came from clinic income in Africa, and 1% ($8,817) from investments and interest.

Total expenses for 2014 were $763,922. Of expenditures, 82% ($626,416) was for programs, 17% ($129,867) for administrative costs, and 1% ($7639) for fundraising.

Note: Our 2015 budget has been reduced to $553,419, realigning our income and expenses to achieve a balanced budget.

 


The Lalmba Team

In addition to the generous 838 donors who gave us the financial means to do this work, and the 100+ African staff who work tirelessly to fulfill our goals, Lalmba is accomplishing its mission through the dedicated efforts of our volunteers, both in the U.S. and in Africa. Here are the people who gave their time to this life-saving work in 2014:

Board of Directors

Kevin Collins, treasurer

Hugh Downey, chairman

Marty Downey, member

Reginald Guy, secretary

Hillary James, member

Harry Lindmark, member

Bill Masure, member

USA Volunteers & Staff

Michelle Anderson, Donor Relations

Rob Andzik, Consultant

Kim Chen, MD, Medical Director

David Leonard, MD, Medical Director

Hillary James, Vice President

Jeff James, President

Ethiopia Volunteers

Barbara Forster, Project Director

Mudit Gilotra, MD, Medical Director

Aditi Kamdar, MD, Asst. Medical Director

Mercy Simiyu, MPH, Public Health Director

Celine Barthelemy, MPH, Public Health Director

Kenya Volunteers

Ariel Castillo, MD, Medical and PH Director

Boudewijn Bakker, MD, Medical Director

Annet Bakker, Program Specialist

Denise Hunt, FNP, Medical Director

William Westbrook, Program Development Consultant

Jeff & Hillary James2014 Annual Report
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Hugh’s News, VOL. 52, No. 2: Supporter Appreciation Issue

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WE APPRECIATE YOU!

HMMMM…HOW DO WE THANK YOU FOR MAKING THIS WORK POSSIBLE AND ENCOURAGE YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT?

Do you dream of Africa?

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As you know, we have an important fundraising campaign going on this year.  We have been inspired by your support.  We wanted a way to say ‘thank you’ and to keep the momentum of generosity going.  What better way than to offer a first-hand look at the work that Lalmba does, from the comforts of Hugh and Marty’s ‘home away from home’ in Nyagaribe, Kenya??

Sound enchanting? We would like to offer 1 lucky winner a round-trip flight to Kenya, and a bumpy 4 hour ride from the Kisumu airport for 1 week at this little lakeside paradise.

“3 grass-roof “rondavels” (1 bedroom with flush toilet and running water, 1 kitchen with gas stove and a solar-powered refrigerator, 1 guest room with outhouse). We will have a small staff to help with cooking and transportation.”

If you’re the lucky winner and would like to schedule your trip to coincide with a trip by Jeff and Hillary, we could travel together. 

Think of this as a (rugged) chance of a lifetime.  It is not an easy journey, long flights and bumpy roads and primitive accommodations, but it would appeal to the Lewis and Clark in you!  Some limitations apply; those who enter the drawing will receive further guidelines by e-mail.

The drawing will be held on June 1.

To enter, just send us an email saying you would like to be entered, or if you are making a donation via Colorado Gives write “enter my name in the Kenya drawing” in the special instructions field. 

Donations to make our crucial fundraising goal are appreciated (but not required).

We could not be doing this work without you!

May the luckiest world traveler win!!

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See that chair? Now, close your eyes and imagine sitting there, the sunset, a breeze off the lake, a cool Tusker beer in hand . . . and a cheeky monkey stealing your fruit because you left the front door open!

Jeff & Hillary JamesHugh’s News, VOL. 52, No. 2: Supporter Appreciation Issue
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