Delivering Nutritious Food

The Sizanani Outreach Programme features a home based care component where teams of caregivers go out and visit children and families living in remote areas. Many of their clients simply do not have enough food. Delivering food that is high in protein helps prevent malnutrition. A healthy, nutritious diet is also an essential for anyone on antiretroviral treatment.

Mbali

Mbali is one of the original children at the Centre and is now in high school. She is a dwarf and her little body endures a lot. The most difficult thing for Mbali is finding shoes that fit her properly. She has very wide feet with a very high arch. The shoes she has to wear cause her to be in a lot of pain. She wears house shoes (slippers) when she is at home but cannot wear those to school. I was thinking that some Uggs (sp?) or something super soft that she can sink in to, might be a bit better. Not sure if those can be found this time of the year in the USA, but it is worth a look. Other ideas????

Sr. Eobarda

Sr. Eobarda goes to the hospital to visit the patients every day… without fail. There are so many terrible stories of people dying alone at the hospital. When she knows someone is at the end, she does her best to be there with them. Five people died in just a matter of a couple of days last week. Sr. Eobarda doesn’t say much, but she did talk about that. It was hard on her. I imagine that every day is pretty difficult, but she goes because she doesn’t want them to be alone at the end of their lives. I really admire her for that.

Sizanani Outreach Programme

I am creating a website for the Sizanani Outreach Programme (SOP.) Once I am done, they will edit/approve the content and I will post the site when I return to the USA (internet is too slow to do it here.) In writing the content, I have been reading, reading, reading… mostly reports that they have written for various grants. The work that Sizanani has done in this community in the past five years is so impressive. Here are some stats:

Since its beginning, SOP has trained 49 care givers from the local community in home based care. Six of these care givers have also been trained to facilitate peer education programmes; 14 were trained to perform voluntary HIV/AIDS counseling and testing (VCT/HCT); two completed auxiliary training in social work; 27 were trained to take affidavits, and 68 were trained in memory box work. Training and employing individuals from the community has a direct benefit in the community where unemployment rates are estimated to be greater than 90 percent.

To date, SOP has served 6,523 clients of which 3,417 are under the age of 17; 756 are orphans; 66 families are designated as child headed households; 330 are growing up in grandparent headed households.

In 2009, the SOP staff conducted 12,853 home visits. The staff also provided 1,573 clients with voluntary counseling and of those, 923 clients were tested for HIV/AIDS. Two SOP social workers placed 50 children in foster care, providing security to children who had been orphaned or who had been abused. 549 clients on antiretroviral treatment were monitored monthly at five primary health clinics by the SOP medical doctor (Sr. Ellen.)

38 child-headed family homesteads were renovated to ensure safer, more secure living conditions for these children who are particularly vulnerable to violence and exploitation. The SOP provided lunch to more than 3,500 children in the community through food programmes at four local schools in 2009.

Client families received 1,475 food parcels during the year. In addition, SOP staff helped these families secure the legal documents they need to access support from the local government (e.g. foster care grants, child support grants, disability grants, and old age grants) in order to develop a secure, sustainable source of income.

SOP supported four school gardens, a community garden, and the installation of 12 new family gardens in 2009.

In addition, the Sizanani Child Care Centre is home to 30 orphans and vulnerable children (OVC’s.) The SOP seeks to place children in traditional homes whenever possible. However, some children in the community are particularly hard to place in foster care due to medical needs, physical disabilities, psychological trauma, or other special needs.

Watering Can

A young man shows us how he waters his garden.

I just love these chickens.

Visiting clinics

Am going to the remote clinics with Dr. Lindner (SOP Director) and Dr. Mike (here from New Zealand.) The patients are mostly on antiretroviral treatment - many also have tuberculosis. The clinics are full of very sick people, including children. The place was packed. People have to walk miles, and miles (over the most ridiculous mountain terrain… up, down, up down… I don’t think I could get up one of those hills without being spent… and I am healthy.)

Thank You Jake

When I first arrived in Nkandla this year, I learned that Sizanani Outreach Programme (SOP) needed some technical assistance... a database to help them manage a sponsorship project that volunteers from Germany initiated. It was clear that the sponsorship project would take off and that a simple, effective database would be instrumental in managing the resources and ensuring that the children were properly served. While I am pretty computer savvy, Access is not my specialty. So, I sent an email to our friend Jake Jacobs who agreed to help. Within a week, Jake developed a database and he continues to offer technical assistance to the SOP. Thank you, Jake.

Marcella and I first met Trevor in 2006 and then Kahlah, Jessica and I met him again in 2009. Neither Trevor nor I remembered the first meeting until I found some photos. He is just an amazing young person overcoming incredible obstacles, focused on his education and his future.

This photo, taken in 2006, is of a young girl we met as we traveled down the long road to Velangaye.

Maria Ratschitz

Our first visit to Maria Ratschitz was in 2005.
We returned again in 2006.








Maria Ratschitz is one of four convents operated by the Nardini Sisters in South Africa. It is located in a very rural area near a town called "Ladysmith."

Maria Ratschitz is more than 100 years old. During the apartheid years, the facility had deteriorated. But in the early 1990's, the buildings were rennovated (funded by a private donation from overseas.)

The sisters at Maria Ratschitz are doctors, nurses and social workers. They work to help those in need throughout the surrounding community. They also operate a hospice where those who are dying, usually of AIDS, have the support they need until the end.

Those who visit this beautiful compound cannot help but feel a tremendous sense of peace.

Hope

In 2006, we returned to Velangaye High School.





When we arrived, we met with Ngogi Mahaye, the principal, the Student Parliament, and Felix Coby, one of the teachers.

The members of the Student Parliament greeted us and talked about the partnership we had formed with their school. They told us that things were changing... that there was a new found sense of hope. They credited The Africa Project for this change.

Next, the students presented their school logo, which they had worked together to create. They explained the meaning of each and every symbol represented in the design. It was clear that much thought had gone in to it.
They shared their goals for the school. Some even shared their plans for their own futures.
Peggy, Marcella, Gabe, Gail and Stan Richards, and later the Antenore's all had a chance to meet with the students. Several of us had the opportunity to work with them on various projects during our stay.

We were all so impressed by these brilliant young leaders. We all knew that they were the hope for their community's future.

Shelter

Marcella took this photo in 2006 while visiting a family in Nkandla.

There are so many things that I have taken for granted in my lifetime. Water was mentioned in an earlier post. A safe, warm shelter is another.

A common misconception is that Africa is always warm. While this may be true in some geographic regions close to the equator, it is not the case in other areas. Nkandla, located in South Africa, is situated in a mountainous region, with an estimated elevation of 3700 feet. Nkandla winters are cold with wind, fog and occasional winter precipitation.

Imagine living in a mud structure that is falling apart. Or, a hut with a gaping hole in the thatched roof. When the wind blows, it blows inside the home. When it rains, it rains inside.

I'd like to say that this is uncommon, but unfortunately it is a difficult reality for far too many children and families in Nkandla.

Velangaye 2006

Nkandla is very rural, and Velangaye is located in a remote area of the community. The distance between home and school is very far for most learners.

For some of the learners we met in 2005, living on the concrete floors of two empty classrooms was their only hope. It afforded them the opportunity to study at night with their teachers and peers. This extra work just might make the difference in their matric scores and their chance of being accepted at the university.

In January, 2006 (the start of the new school year in South Africa) The Africa Project donated money that was used to refurbish several classrooms, including the two that were the makeshift boarding rooms for some 30 students.

In addition to the paint and window repairs, The Africa Project purchased 30 mattresses from a local merchant, who was so moved by the effort that he donated another 20 mattresses to the cause. Sr. Hedwig found another donor to provide bed frames for the mattresses so the children would be off of the ground. Homemade curtains were hung on the windows, providing some privacy (and making it a little less scary at night.)

When we visited the school later that summer, the students beamed as they showed us their new living space. The bright (pepto bismol) pink walls were a bit of a shock to us, but the girls loved the color. "It is so warm, don't you think?"

Make no mistake, these improvements were small in comparison to the needs of the school. But it meant a lot to the children. And it was a great first step.

Shoes

When we met "the boys," we were struck by their horrible living conditions (the three tiny mud structures) were collapsing) and the fact that they were on their own.
I didn't notice his shoes right away. Then I looked down.

Sola

Sr. Sola is known as "magogo" ("grandmother" in isiZulu), a term of endearment bestowed upon her by everyone in the community who knows her.

Sr. Sola is one of the original Nardini Sisters who came to Nkandla, South Africa 55 years ago. A nurse by profession, she worked in the Nkandla hospital and in the community as a midwife until she retired in her mid-60's.

After retirement, Sr. Sola continued to be a major force in Nkandla, organizing the development of community gardens, founding the sewing school, and later the Sizanani Huts - a beadwork and basket weaving program that provides a source of income for women in the community.

Sr. Sola will turn 90 on January 16 but does not plan to slow down. She gets up before the sun rises each day and after her morning devotionals and breakfast, she opens up the Sizanani Huts. She spends her day with the women of the community who come to drop off their finished beadwork or baskets and to pick up the supplies they will need for their next projects. Some women stay at the huts to work on their projects, enjoying tea and biscuits - and time together - while they work. Others return promptly to their homesteads to care for their families. They will work on their projects as time permits.

Sr. Sola is one of the most amazing people I have had the privilege of meeting in my lifetime. Recently, one of our youth board members said that she still believes in superheroes. Sr. Sola has made me a believer too.

Babanango

HIV/AIDS leaves far too many children without parents or other adults to care for them. Supporting child-headed families is one of the most urgent issues in Africa. This little one is the youngest of the "Babanango Girls," a child-headed family we met during our first visit in 2005.

Velangaye 2005

Our first visit to Velangaye High School was on August 3, 2005.

We came as strangers, visiting first with the principal and his student parliament. We then toured each classroom and the campus and were shocked by the conditions and lack of resources.

We were the first outsiders to ever visit this rural high school. They could not believe we were there. One student named Simphiwe even challenged us, asking why we came and what we planned to do now that we knew.

This was a relatively short visit, just an hour or so. But it left a lasting impression. Simphiwe's question resonated because she was right. Now that we knew, we had to do something to help but we weren't sure what that meant.

Since then, The Africa Project has sponsored many projects and programs at Velangaye (I'll write more about those here). Our partnership with Velangaye is very important to us. And as part of the Velangaye family, we are no longer strangers when we visit.

The Garden Hose

Have you ever thought about the value of a garden hose?

I never gave it much thought. I cannot recall a time when I did not have access to a hose or (more importantly) water when needed.

The first time we visited Lindiwe's homestead, she was watering her garden. Lindiwe was one of the fortunate villagers who had a water tap at her homestead. Most of the families in Nkandla still have to travel to get water every day.

Water is a vital resource. It is needed for virtually every aspect of living. Gathering water for basic needs (cooking, cleaning, laundering clothes) on a daily basis is a daunting task. I am told by those in Nkandla, that fetching water often has to be repeated each day. Those responsible must walk great distances, usually down into a ravine or valley where the river is, to fill their buckets. Then, they lift the gallons of water on to their heads and begin the uphill journey home.

So, for Lindiwe, having a water source at the homestead cut out hours of work each day. It also made it easier to maintain the garden, providing a much needed food source for her family.

As we approached, we saw that Lindiwe had a very short hose (less than 3 feet) that did not reach her garden. Lindiwe devised a method of watering her garden that was rather clever. At the point where the hose stopped, a narrow trench was carved in to the dirt, extending all the way to the garden. It ended at a deep hole that served as a reservoir. From there, Lindiwe and her daughter filled the buckets with water to feed the thirsty plants. This too, was backbreaking work even for the healthiest, strongest among us. I cannot imagine how exhausting this must have been for Lindiwe who was HIV positive. It was 2005, and the antiretroviral medicines had not reached Nkandla yet. Lindiwe was pretty sick, but she pressed on with the help of her daughter.

We knew right away that there was a simple solution that could lighten Lindiwe's load (and her daughters.) We visited the local hardware store and bought two garden hoses. We joined the hoses and attached a spray nozzle. We delivered this tool a few days later and Lindiwe was so grateful. Of course, her daughter was thrilled, running down to water the garden with her new toy.

Who would have thought that a garden hose would mean so much? I never did. But it just goes to show that sometimes the littlest things make the biggest differences.

Arrival

Our first trip to Nkandla in July, 2005 almost didn't happen. In fact, half of our team never got there.

It all started after we arrived in Washington, DC early Saturday morning, only to learn that our flight to South Africa had been canceled due to the South African Airline (SAA) strike. The next several days were spent trying to get a flight out. Finally, we were told to be at the airport Monday at 4:00 am for the one flight that SAA would be sending back home. At about 1:00 or 1:30 pm, we finally boarded the airplane. We were all so excited.

However, our hopes of getting there were soon dashed. After taxiing to the runway, and while waiting for final clearance to take off, a passenger noticed jet fuel pouring out of the plane. Soon, the aircraft was surrounded by emergency vehicles and we were told to gather our belongings and exit the aircraft "immediately."

At that point, half of our team said enough. The other half, still determined to get there, boarded the same airplane the next day. At last, we were on our way! And yes, we were all pretty nervous.

We arrived in Richard's Bay (not part of the original plan) in the early evening on Tuesday. Thankfully, we managed to find a bed and breakfast that could take all of us. All the struggles of the past few days vanished. We were in South Africa and the next day, we would be in Nkandla.

On Wednesday, Sister Hedwig drove to Richard's Bay to meet us. We arranged for our rental car and began the 2 hour drive with Sister Hedwig leading the way. This street sign marks the final turn to Nkandla. It was a sight to behold and we were so happy to arrive, safe and sound.