Hope

Lesotho has the third highest HIV prevalence in the world.  Just under one in four people in the country are living with HIV.  These statistics are astonishing, and they are real.

When Bloom’s founder, Andrew Steele, went to Lesotho in 2009, he met a small boy named Kopano.  Kopano was the youngest brother of Tiisetso, a teenage boy full of personality.  At the time, Kopano was a typical four year old boy, laughing and smiling at all of the world’s simplicities.  When Andrew lived in southern Africa in 2010-2011, he got to visit Kopano’s family a few times and grew closer with them.  He ate with them, did laundry together, and simply spent time in their company.  At this point, Kopano was older and he was now visibly sick.  He was not growing like a normal boy should.  His grandmother, Rose, thought that he was HIV positive, but could never get him diagnosed correctly because she could not afford the taxi fare to the hospital.

Andrew and Rose during one of the visits

Andrew knew he had to do something.  He turned to the non-profit that he started for this purpose.  What could Bloom do to help Kopano?  Bloom Africa began working with our local partners and funded the taxi fare for Rose to take him to Baylor AIDS Clinic in the capital city, Maseru.  We also made sure to cover the fees associated with the doctor’s visit.  During Kopano’s visit, the doctors found out he was not HIV positive, and was receiving medication for HIV positive adults by mistake, something that also made him sick.  Instead, Kopano was severely malnourished.  The startling, but actually somewhat positive news was enough to give Rose the motivation to make sure he becomes well.  We helped with getting basic food staples for Kopano and his family so they wouldn’t deal with severe malnutrition again.  We also gave Rose a small loan to start selling snacks in order to create a profit making operation to allow a sustainable income for food.

Kopano

Mosa Makutsoane, a Bloom Africa board member and Lesotho native, grew up in the capital city of Maseru.  She went to Roma, Lesotho, in September to check in on a few of Bloom’s projects.  Roma is where Rose, Tiisetso and Kopano live.  While Mosa was there, she got the chance to see Kopano and his grandmother, Rose.   After hearing Rose’s story again, she told Mosa that “taking Kopano to Baylor literally saved his life.” 

Mosa with Kopano and his friend

In an email to Bloom members about that day, Mosa said, “It’s one thing to hear how well he is doing, but to see how rejuvenated and amazing he’s looking is too good.” 

This is the best news that Bloom could have hoped for.  As we search to find the healthiest partnerships and ways to make our greatest impact, we come across certain scenarios that require action.  This was one of them.  We hope for a future where there is no need for our assistance in this way.  But for now, when we can, we will ensure children aren't suffering or losing their lives to preventive causes.  And to know that Kopano is now a healthy and happy boy gives us immense joy, happiness and appreciation.

Drought Leaves Many Hungry For Help

True hunger is something that I have never experienced. I have never wondered when I would eat next, or if I would eat again. It’s hard to imagine what actual hunger is, or how it feels. Food is not something I have had to fear of not having. I have been blessed in excess, which overwhelms me with guilt and sadness when so much suffering exists in a place I keep so close to my heart.

After two sequential crop failures from drought, 725,000 Basotho have been left fighting hunger. The United Nations World Food Programme (WFP) reported that maize production is down 77%, and wheat harvest is down 52% from last year causing a crisis within the mountain kingdom of Lesotho. Food prices have escalated 33% for both maize and wheat, limiting much of the population which includes the 48% of Basotho children suffering from chronic malnutrition (WFP).

Rose Masaba, with peaches she grew and stored in the summer months.
With a depleted garden, these peaches have become her family's main source of food.

It is not as simple as creating a budget for a grocery list, or occasionally abstaining from a meal to cut back on spending. Luxuries like that are not fathomable for an abundance of people living in Lesotho. Many Basotho rely on their own food supply to care for their family, and lack the resources to do otherwise.  Countless people living solely on their own food production are also lacking resources to feed livestock, causing even more of a devastation among those left without options.

It is difficult to not feel discouraged by such circumstances, especially when I have so much. How can I fight this injustice, and find an end to hunger in Lesotho? Even small changes can make a difference. Everyone can choose to be a thoughtful consumer, think about what you are purchasing, don't overeat, and be grateful for what you have. Raising awareness is fundamental. Visit the Bloom Africa webpage, get involved, become educated, and speak up.

-Willie

Willie is serving as an intern for Bloom Africa.

The Little Things

It’s impossible to describe to other people how much an experience like spending a month in Lesotho, Africa can change you.  It was one of the most remarkable experiences I have ever had.  I like to think that it changed my outlook on life and helped me figure out where my priorities really lie.  There are four words that truly describe my experience: Sunglasses, Cement, Photography and Thabo.

Sunglasses.  Every morning we would walk to breakfast and there were about twenty children who would be there to greet us.  They would wait at the gate to the Trading Post where we stayed.  Sometimes they had notes for their “friend”, other times they would just call out our names (mine was Savaaaaannah).  Towards the end of our trip, we gave small gifts to our friends, so that they would have something to remember us by.  One of the things that we brought to share with them was sunglasses.  The happiest I saw the kids that stood outside of the gate was the day that we handed out those sunglasses. As sad as it was to leave them, we learned a very important lesson that day: that sometimes the littlest things can bring others immense joy.

Cement. The work that we did in Lesotho had a purpose.  We wanted the Basotho to be able to use what we built in the future so that they would have food and hopefully make a profit off of some of our projects. Some of the things we built included: chicken coops, green houses, a wedding garden, a piggery, a rabbit hutch, planted fruit trees, built raised gardens, just to name a few things.  A lot of the projects involved cement.  Since I had made cement prior to the trip, I was the “cement girl”.  If there needed to be cement made, I was on the team to do it.  I wouldn’t change a thing about it, we worked incredibly hard to get everything done in a timely manner, and every time we exceeded what Dr. Rosenberg expected of us.

Photography. In Lesotho, there is beauty in everything: not only the breath taking landscape, but in every person that we encountered, especially in the children. Photography is the way that I share what I learned and how I felt with other people.  I did not have a problem finding beauty to take photos of.  I ended up taking around 5,000 pictures.  But each photo evokes a different memory.  At this point, my only regret is not taking MORE photos.  I truly believe you can never take too many photos.

Thabo. The first place we worked was called LCCU, Lesotho Child Counseling Unit.  The first day there, I met a 5-year-old Basotho boy who did not speak any English. Even through the language barrier, we managed to get to know each other through a game we would play with each other. First, I would blow in his ear and he would giggle.  After a few days, he would start to do it to me too and like any child, it never got old to him.  We continued to do it every day.  We ended up having to go back to LCCU later in the month and when I saw him, he knew exactly who I was.  How incredible is it to have a bond with a person that you can barely communicate with? I’ll never forget Thabo, my little joy.

When the opportunity arose to intern at Bloom, I realized I needed to do more and get involved again. Life gets busy, it’s hard to be involved when the cause is millions of miles away. But when I realize what is really important and what I will remember ten years from now, it will be that I helped an organization with amazing people and all for a greater purpose.  I’ve only been working for Bloom for a month and I already know that I want to go back to Lesotho and I’ll do whatever it takes to get me there.

-Savannah Guyer

Savannah is currently an intern with Bloom Africa and a student at Wittenberg University.

The Place That Still Keeps Half of My Heart

 I could have never predicted that a place so foreign would change so much inside of me.  It still amazes me that in one short month my life was shaken by the Mountain Kingdom of Lesotho.

                I had the opportunity to travel to Lesotho in the summer of 2011 with Wittenberg University. When I asked fellow students about their past experiences, they had trouble finding to words to explain how life-changing it was. They lit up with excitement talking about their trips and their love for a place they spent such a short time in.  I had trouble understanding why it was so difficult for someone to explain how it changed their life. Looking back, nothing could have prepared me for the vast emotions I would feel, and now I too struggle with expressing how one short month changed me forever. 

                When I first arrived in Lesotho, I felt like I was placed in another universe. I was completely immersed in the culture and in awe by its beauty.  The sky looked as if it painted with watercolors behind the mountains. Cattle were herded across the countryside by young boys wrapped in brightly colored blankets. On the roadside, men and women purchased grain from small shops made from scraps of metal sheet and barrels. As we drove past, the Basotho people smiled and waved excitedly. I felt so welcomed, at home, and at peace. 

                Lesotho tested me more physically, spiritually, and emotionally than anything before. I have never shed so many tears or shared so much laughter. There were moments I felt like I could accomplish so much, and times where I felt like there was no hope. At times I grew angry, and numb. But, with every negative emotion, I met someone who made me overwhelmed with joy.  I made many new friends among the community while doing self-sustainability projects. It was incredible working side by side, moving toward a common goal. The common goals allowed an opportunity to see similarities between people who live in such different circumstances. I have never laughed so much, or fell in love so quickly with a community. But between moments of laughter, there were moments of sadness and anger. It was difficult to face the realities that were present in such an unbelievably beautiful place. Innocent people across Lesotho were, and still are, dying from AIDS.  Many Basotho do not have transportation, let alone access to healthcare or education. Lesotho's complex social and political beliefs make it difficult for change. I could not fathom how this injustice was going on when I was so blessed with what I had at home. I knew in the back of my mind that extreme poverty was in the world, but actually being within it gave a whole knew meaning to its existence. I felt selfish, and undeserving of anything. It was times like this that I felt defeated and hopeless. But when I watched and listened to people who were suffering, they were so strong and resilient.  During a time when I questioned my faith, and entire existence, I couldn't understand how innocent people were joyful of life despite being sentenced to a painful death. I admired such optimism. The community is truly a family in Lesotho, and although there may be suffering, there is support. Life is to live through other people.

                The Basotho are the strongest, most independent, and beautiful people I have ever met. They have so much hope and love.  Lesotho taught me how special life is, and despite what life may hand you, it is up to you to live it. My mind and heart never battled so much in my life, and because of that I am forever changed. The Basotho people gave me more than I can express. I am so thankful to them. A piece of me still lies in Lesotho, and always will.

-Willie Duffy

Willie is currently an intern with Bloom Africa and a junior at Wittenberg University.

 

Looking back, looking forward: The faces and hands that stole my heart

In the summer of 2011, I had the opportunity to join over thirty of my fellow Wittenberg students for a month-long service trip to Lesotho. As many before me have said, it is an experience that is almost impossible to put into words. Each time I reflect, my mind wanders to a different element of the experience. The work was hard, but as we drove by fields and homes on our way to the day’s worksite, I saw men and women–small children even–bent over at their own work. The drive every day told the same story: to Morija, Maseru, Motsekua, Roma. Everywhere we looked, the Basotho were tending to their fields; feeling the strain in my muscles, therefore, was my own personal way of honoring those who are chained to that unyielding earth day after day in the struggle to get by.

The plains, the skies, the mountains: everything brought me back to the people I met there. When I sit under that great sky, surrounded by the Maluti mountains, I realize the enormity of the universe, the seemingly infinitesimal space my being holds They bear witness and struggle on. In the face of unimaginable suffering, kicking a soccer ball, showing me a pair of hand-crafted wire glasses, looking up at my face–somehow brings a smile to theirs. As I sat wrapped in a blanket under the endless expanse of stars at the Ramabanta trade post, nestled high in the mountains, I was shown the brilliance of each seemingly tiny light–whether stationary in the sky or hurtling toward the earth. Each of the people, especially the children, who I was lucky enough to meet are just like those stars. They are so small, easily overlooked by those with a provincial mindset; they are the faces all too often forgotten. But the trip showed me these children, and I witnessed sights that caught my eye and brought a knot to my throat, as a tiny hand stole over my heart.for this moment in time. But the people I met are indeed magnanimous.

Khothatso, my thirteen-year-old mokhotsi, (friend,) is the owner of that hand. I got to know him and his baby brother during the weeks we stayed at Thorns in Roma. There is so much life, so much vigor in his tiny frame! His eyes are old and deep; they seem to hold the secrets of the universe and wisdom far beyond their years. One evening as we walked down the street, holding hands as I held his brother in my other arm, he rattled on excitedly about his future, his schoolwork, and the letters we’d exchanged that day; my mind settled on the only way I knew how to capture those eyes: un mundo en sus ojos, “a world in his eyes.” I walked in silence, amazed. The boy clasping my hand whose face was hunger-stricken, full of pain and beauty, smiled up at me as he gave me these precious moments that have changed my life. The boy hugging tightly to my other arm, with legs wrapped around my waist, is only one of the millions born dying.

So the trip, which started out being focused on work and service, ended up being focused on people. The other students and I were motivated each day to complete our work to give as best as we could to the people that were moving our hearts and changing our lives. The little voices outside the gate at Thorns, the faces that peeped around the brick wall each time we walked by became the center of our world there. The calls of “shoot me! Shoot me!” were ceaseless; therefore, the picture-taking was endless. And each time one of us would capture the flitting of these little bodies in our rectangular frames, the camera would be torn from us by the tiny hands clamoring to see what the box would show: their own faces. This aspect of the trip, then, aligned very well with one of our intended tasks; we showed these children their own faces in the pictures we took, just as we endeavored to show the Basotho through our work tasks the power they have within to help themselves.

In looking back, I notice that the children of Lesotho embody one of my favorite quotes: “happiness cannot be pursued; it must ensue” (Viktor E. Frankl). The “pursuit of happiness,” a goal so widely sought after by many in the United States, is not dependent upon the things in your possession, the degree attached to your name, or the measure of the fame you’ve accrued. I saw happiness in the giggles and full-belly laughs that escaped in white wisps into the frigid morning air, in the warmth of community that held the cold at bay, in the bond I formed with those who were on my trip. I saw happiness on the mouths bent into grins, in the smiling eyes that glistened with an indescribable power. I felt happiness in the squeezes of the tiny hands that yearned to hold mine as we ran, in the excited elbow nudges from kids successfully scrambling to take the soccer ball from my significantly less-practiced feet. I felt the happiness in my own heart as I looked at these faces, as I looked up at those Ramabanta stars.

This happiness fills me even as I write this, in thinking of my past experience and in looking forward. I have the wonderful opportunity of accompanying Dr. Rosenberg and another set of around thirty Wittenberg students to Lesotho this winter. I am so looking forward to spending my holidays giving back to the people who have changed my heart and changed my life. I can’t wait to experience the wonder, the amazement, the beauty all over again and to see a new set of students as their minds churn, their views shift, and their lives change. I am looking forward to the happiness that no one can buy.

Khotso, Pula, Nala.

Kali

Kali Almdale is approaching her final year at Wittenberg University, where she is pursuing degrees in Biology and English.  Kali traveled to Lesotho in June of 2011.

We Are One, We Are Basotho

It’s True, Sechaba ke poho (power lies in the nation). More than ever before has this phrase become so relevant and at the heart of many Basotho. Of course not everyone believed it to be true, well not until recently. The phrase has always been used during political campaigns with very few really questioning what it entailed.  I believe that in the first half of 2012, the political situation in Lesotho gave definition to “the power rests within the people.”

There is a first time for everything.  This year’s elections, unlike previous years, were very different. Reasons as to why they were different are many, but I'll simply make reference to the realization by Basotho that power lies in us. For the first time, pre and post election time was peaceful. For the first time, the youth was actively involved throughout the entire electoral process. For the first time, elections in Lesotho were internally and externally  regarded as free and fair. For the first time, technologies and social media were used effectively bringing awareness across borders of election news and messages. For the first time, a coalition government is formed and governs Lesotho. For the first time, rather than dividing people, our political parties have united Basotho. And for the first time ever, a leader  voluntarily steps down, giving up all powers as head of state.

Sechaba ke poho!   

Lesotho has always been politically divided since independence,  and this  has resulted in the vast disintegration of Basotho. For years, employment, educational opportunities, friendships, social status, etc., were all dependent on what political party won and was favoured.. The divisions caused tensions, instability, demoralization, prevented development, and essentially the perplexity of who Basotho are.

The Basotho culture is established upon the grounds of unity. There’s a Sotho proverb that says Lefu la noha ke ho tsamaea e le ngoe, (the death of a snake is the result of its solitude.) The message is that individualism kills. Another proverb says Letsoele le beta poho, (unity is victory.) These and many other proverbs encouraging unity have been passed down from generation to generation. Our single ethnic identity and language reinforce the union of Basotho and what can be achieved when we are in union.

Sechaba ke poho.

The journey has only begun for Basotho. My hope is that the recent actualization, that power for change does not lie in individuals, remains.  And after these elections, I hope that collectively within the nation, the unity between Basotho continues to prevail.

  

Khotso.Pula.Nala.

Peace.Rain.Prosperity.

Mosa Makutsoane

Mosa was born in Hlotse, Lesotho, and is finishing her final year of undergraduate studies pursuing degrees in Environmental Science and International Studies. 

Being Changed by Being in Lesotho

My experience in Lesotho, Africa can be described in the very least, as a life-changing experience. I know that I am not alone in returning from the Mountain Kingdom completely changed after living in there for just a month. In this short time period, I was completely immersed in a new culture, language and place. Completely exposed to new people, lifestyles and concepts I had the opportunity to learn so much, not just about Lesotho but about myself as well. When I was accepted into the 2011 Wittenberg in Lesotho program, I had no idea what to expect. Ironically, the only, yet best advice I had ever received before going was, “Have no expectations and keep an open mind”. By hearing the passion and emotion other students had while talking about their experience made it near impossible to not have any expectations. Having never left the country before, I knew this trip would have a heavy impact on my life. I was not sure how it would affect my life or why it would if it did; the only thing I knew for certain was that Lesotho, Africa was going to be the most memorable experience of my life.

After arriving in Lesotho, it did not take long to notice the breathtaking scenery of the Mountain Kingdom.  We arrived in a small rural community, encompassed by mountains and landscape. It was impossible to take my eyes away from the window on our long bus rides to our work sites. At first I started taking as many pictures as possible, just to reaffirm that I was actually there. However, it was not long before I noticed that the picture I just took was nothing compared to the feeling of actually being there. Whether it was watching boys herd cattle down the road, looking out over the whole town at the top of a mountain, seeing women carrying their babies wrapped tightly in blankets, or star gazing in the middle of night, there was something serene and peaceful about just being in Lesotho. Lesotho’s atmosphere was unlike anything I had ever felt, and despite being on the opposite side of the globe, I had never felt more at home.

The majority of my days spent in Lesotho were at various work sites around Maseru, Roma and Morija. We painted classrooms, built shelving units, a green house, piggery and chicken coop, planted trees outside of a school and orphanage and built two playgrounds. These projects we completed were specifically chosen, as they can be self-sustained by the Basotho and have long term effects. They were intended to help sustain a healthy and happy life and to empower the Basotho. As a unit we were dedicated to our cause in helping these organizations accomplish whatever they needed. And although the work may sometimes have gotten tedious or exhausting, no one ever complained. Laughter and smiles were never absent at the work sites and it enabled us to grow closer to one another and to the Basotho we were working side by side with. By the time I left each work site, the visible progress of our work was extremely self-fulfilling. It was an amazing feeling to go home at night knowing someone appreciated what we had done. The Basotho never let us forget how thankful they were for our help, when in reality, I was the one thanking them. Not only was I learning how to mix cement in a wheelbarrow, or how to nail shelving units together, I was learning how to work together, how to problem solve, how to be patient and dedicated. Working at the sites enabled me to learn not only about Lesotho, but about myself.

However, Lesotho does not bring only smiles and joy. While fulfilling our service requirement of the trip by painting the schools, or building a playground, we were exposed to the harsh realities of the issues facing the Basotho. The impact AIDS has on the population is detrimental.  Access to sufficient health care or education was rare and the political, social and economic structures of Lesotho created very little mobility for the Basotho.  Every day I met children who were orphaned by AIDS and women being exploited for their labor, struggling for a substantial life. There were numerous nights I spent in bed crying, feeling frustrated and defeated. There were moments where I lost hope and thought that there was nothing I could do to make a difference for these people that I have grown to love and care about. Sometimes I questioned why I was there, or what my purpose was. It was nights similar to these that reality exceeded expectations. You can try to prepare as much as you can to see hardship and poverty, but actually being in the midst of it, yields much stronger emotions. It was during this time that I completely reevaluated my life and values. 

But without the bad, you cannot experience the good. This extends even to Lesotho. Even when I felt the most defeated or angry and lost hope in the future, the Basotho were there to teach me. Day by day it became apparent to me what mattered most in life, what was truly important and necessary to live a happy life. Despite hardships and struggles that would cause suffering, the Basotho found happiness in their lives. Whether it was a smile from a woman in line at the store, a wave from a child on the side of a road, or a hand written letter by one of the children in the community, the Basotho demonstrated values and perspectives that I would soon cherish. They appreciated my friendship, my stories and willingness to help them. I witnessed as they worked together as a community in order for everyone to benefit. The determination and passion the Basotho have for themselves and their country enabled me to find that hope I had once lost. It enabled me to learn that nothing is impossible, and by working together we can move towards a brighter future.  

Leaving Lesotho was one of the most difficult things I had ever done. I felt so comfortable, peaceful and happy there. I started finding happiness in the smallest places, and what once used to worry me seemed petty. I did not have an epiphany, and there was no moment in particular that changed my life. However, I was a changed person by the time I arrived back in the United States. I felt different. I sounded different. I was just different. I talked slower and softer, I smiled at more passer-byers, I looked at the sky more often, I thought about people more frequently. Everything about the way I live my everyday life has been affected by Lesotho. I learned so much during that short month, both about the country itself and about myself. It was truly a life-changing experience and I still feel lucky that I had that chance. Whenever I am asked about the Wittenberg in Lesotho trip I always recommend going with no expectations. Lesotho, Africa, will change you if you let it. Remain open minded and be willing to endure the emotional rollercoaster that these changes require, because it will be worth it. It was the most challenging thing I have ever done, emotionally, physically and mentally, yet I would not take back a single second of it. This experience was uplifting and inspiring. It taught me an immeasurable amount about myself and my relation to the world around me. The friendships I made in Lesotho are life-long. There is not a single day where I do not think about them or wonder how they are doing. I think about our memories and reread our letters. The people in Lesotho have changed who I am, and I can only hope that one day they understand what an impact they had on my life.

-Briana Leary

Briana is studying philosophy at Wittenberg University and traveled to Lesotho in June of 2011.

After Awareness

At the beginning of this month, I was fortunate enough to travel to Lesotho for the first time with the Springfield Rotary. As a Wittenberg student, I was very familiar with the country through the stories of my friends who had traveled there during service trips in the summer. I watched many come back changed with a new outlook on life after just one month in the country. But even though I heard all the stories, I was completely unprepared for the influence this trip would have on me. And in fact, I am still having trouble putting into words exactly how it is that I am changed.

            

Above all, the trip made me aware of so many issues that go unnoticed or ignored in my daily life. I learned what the term “economic disparity” actually means for our country as well as abroad. The question came up throughout the trip of why we should put our efforts into helping other countries when there are people right here in the U.S. experiencing extreme poverty. I myself thought about this a lot. I believe it’s so important for us to give back to the communities we live in, and contribute our own assets to the growth of own neighborhoods. But this trip showed me that I am also a part of a global community. The people of Lesotho are also my neighbors. Kaofela rea tsoana. We are all the same.

With children after a hike in Roma, Lesotho

The second half of our trip, we traveled down toward Capetown, stopping to go on safari, hiking up to the lighthouse at Cape Point, and taking the boat out to Seal Island. The transition from being a visitor in Lesotho to a tourist in South Africa was one of the strangest and most eye-opening aspects of the trip. And for me, it solidified the global awareness I felt I had gained through my experience.

            

But I think the biggest feeling I’ve experienced is this question of, what now? What comes after awareness? At times in Lesotho, and during our time in South Africa, I was overwhelmed by the poverty and the inequality that exists there. How do we even begin to combat a problem this big? And how do we do it from so far away? I think that part of the challenge of international service is communicating the story of Lesotho to the people back home. Raising awareness is the first part of my job now that I’ve had the opportunity to travel there myself and become acutely aware of the poverty in this country. But we also have an opportunity to go one step further.

On our last day in Lesotho, we visited the high school in Maseru to meet the newly formed Interact Club there. During our meeting, a boy named Theko performed a poem for us that he had written himself. In it, he told us about his life, how both of his parents were lost and described in detail what a life on the streets means for the youth in Lesotho. Hard work and long hours for little pay is the most many youth in Lesotho can hope to achieve. Theko told us the very things that we hear every day but still don’t seem to know about—children waiting for leftovers on the street with no home to go to at the end of the day and no one to care for them when they get sick. But despite these odds, the last stanza of his poem was filled with hope:

Damn it, it’s okay.

It’s okay with me being a resist

But one thing for sure

I will step on stones that

Haters throw at me

Till I make it to the top

And show future what I will hold for it

Because it’s not what the future holds for me,

But what I hold for it.

Theko, standing left of his teacher, at his High School

The last lines of this poem show a spirit in the Basotho that is just waiting to bloom. Theko has the power to change not only his future, but the future of his community. I think that Theko is a minority in the sense that his hope is at the surface. Many of the kids in Lesotho still need to be empowered, to be given the tools and the chance to change their futures. Hidden under the gravity of each of their situations is the strength they need to change it. This is where we can help. After awareness comes our ability to equip youth like Theko with the resources they need to be the change in Lesotho and uncover the possibilities of a brighter future.

Khotso,

Catie 

Catie Stipe is finishing her senior year at Wittenberg University, and visited Lesotho in March 2012.

What Hunger Games Are We Playing?

This weekend, I’ve heard the word “hunger” a lot.  Just about every time, it’s been about the movie “The Hunger Games.” This movie is based on the novel, which really gained popularity while I was serving as a volunteer in South Africa.  So naturally, I feel pretty left out from the public discourse on this book and movie.  So for me, each time I heard or saw someone speaking about the debut of this movie, I got caught up on a memory of the last time I confronted true hunger.

Three weeks ago, I left for a 10-day trip back to Lesotho.  I was so excited to travel back, especially since friend and fellow BLOOM Africa team member, William Thomas, joined me.  I always enjoy exploring Lesotho with close friends.  It allows me to share my passions and the place that has changed my life forever.  And despite my overall excitement to return, there was a calm subtleness to my voyage.  I was going home, and I was comfortable with that.

After working off the jet lag and initial arrival activities, we headed to the Mountain Kingdom in the Sky.  Oh, it was good to be back.  Besides the obvious ambiance and majestic mountainous backdrops, I was simply happy to see the friends I’ve made over the years. 

In Roma, I have befriended a particular family since 2009.  The family consists of a grandmother and her four grandchildren, who she has to raise because of the ravishing affects of HIV/AIDS.  The children’s ages range from 13 to 4 years.  I have created a special bond with the grandmother, who is able to speak enough English so we can share in conversation each time we see each other.  And over the years, I have become friends with 13 year old Tiisetso. 

Reuniting with grandmother Rose

When I first traveled to Lesotho in 2009, Tiisetso was an outgoing and rambunctious 10 year old.  Despite not speaking much English, he and I were able to create a bond and friendship that transcended barriers.  And although we didn’t share a lot of words, laughter was our common bond.  This friendship continued as I visited Lesotho multiple times in 2010 and 2011.  Even as I walk throughout the village now, children come up and say, “Aren’t you Tiisetso’s friend?”

So when I returned this month and noticed a difference in Tiisetso’s smile and charisma, I was worried.  I could tell right away that something wasn’t right with my friend.  His glowing smile was hard to find.  And despite growing a bit in height, he seemed more slender than I had remembered.  He was becoming a teenager, but the amount of food his family was able to provide was still the same as when he was a child, if not less.  I felt the difference in Tiisetso’s persona, so one day I asked him, “What’s wrong?”  And his simple, but profound, response was, “I’m hungry.”

I had no reply.  What could I say or do that would change the way he felt.  I have never felt that kind of hunger in my life.  I’ve been blessed my whole life, not only to always be satisfied, but to often have the choice in what I ate.  It was, perhaps, one of the only times in my life where I was left completely speechless.  Holding back the tears and anger wasn’t easy as I tried to change the subject.  Tiisetso somberly got up from under the tree and started kicking a dilapidated soccer ball.  Since that time, I can’t get the thought of hunger out of my mind.

So as the nation (and world) head to the theaters to watch a new movie, I can’t help but think of my friend half a world away.  For me, the real hunger game is not a game or fictional scenario.  In fact, it’s a matter of life, happiness, and even death.  Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with a great novel and movie to let our imaginations run wild.  Imagination is what creates hope and hope is what creates futures.  And honestly, I wish every time I heard the word ‘hunger’ or ‘hungry’ I didn’t have a story of my friend in Lesotho, barely able to speak or crack a smile because of his lack of food.  But I can’t help this feeling or thought.

And so, I will be a more thoughtful consumer.  I will not overeat.  I will use my purchase power as a consumer to buy foods that come from an organic and local source.  I will think of my hungry friends around the world every time I enjoy a fulfilling meal.  And I will fight for an end to unnecessary hunger, especially in children, in Lesotho.  And hopefully one day, the concept of hunger for Tiisetso and others will be exactly what it should be…a fictional game.

Khotso,

Andrew

This blog entry was written by BLOOM Africa director, Andrew Steele

Back To Where The Heart Is

Six years ago I took a trip that influenced who I am today. I was fortunate to be one of 30 Wittenberg students to travel to Lesotho with Professor Rosenberg. The trip exposed me to another part of the world and to a country that I did not know existed before. Today, Lesotho feels like my second home.

It was easy to fall in love with Lesotho’s beauty and the friendly and welcome spirit of the Basotho (people of Lesotho.) The smiling faces of the children became a part of me. The work we did in orphanages, Habitat for Humanity locations, and an AIDS clinic opened my eyes.  Holding the hand of a young orphan infected with HIV gave me an understanding of the depth of the virus; of the immense effect it was having on the people of Lesotho. I saw the need- one in four Basotho are infected with HIV/AIDS and the result is over a 100,000 orphans in the small country- but I also felt the incredible potential of this beautiful country. The experience inspired a group of us to create BLOOM Africa.

Two weeks ago, after six long years away, I had the opportunity to return to Lesotho with my brother Andrew Steele. As we crossed the border during the darkness of the night into Lesotho, I rolled down my window and was immediately greeted by the distinct smell I remembered. Tears filled my eyes listening to the beautiful singing welcome of the school children.  I was overcome with goosebumps. I couldn’t believe I was finally back.

I can remember as a kid watching the Lion King and dreaming of a faraway place of Africa. This continent, that was once just a dream to visit, has now become a reality in my life. Now, I have visited twice, and we have a team of amazing volunteers around the world devoting their time to help with BLOOM Africa. In all, our return to the nation of Lesotho was surreal.

While there, I was continuously confronted with the phrase Kaofela rea tsoana....We Are All the Same. Through travel and meeting people from all different walks of life, the phrase encapsulated the truth I've learned. As humans we all share common hopes and dreams that binds us together. During our trip, we visited project sites, spoke with leaders in the community, shook the King’s hand, and met with local and international NGOs to learn and collaborate. There is great work still to done in Lesotho, but I am optimistic and re-energized that working with the Basotho and BLOOM Africa there is a brighter future ahead for the children of Lesotho.

“Maybe I’m a hopeless optimist.  Maybe I’m naïve.  Maybe I’m unrealistic.  Maybe my educational expertise isn’t sufficient to anticipate how much can and will go wrong.  Or maybe I just can’t bear the thought of failing the kids again.  It doesn’t matter.  I’m all in.  And for the long haul.”

-Dr. William Henk

Thank you for sharing in BLOOM Africa’s dream.


Peace,


William


This blog entry was written by William Thomas, BLOOM Africa Deputy Director.

Meetings - Lesotho Style: Lesotho Update #2

Andrew and Billy have been staying busy with meetings, meetings and more meetings! Check out the details of their fun, educational and motivational engagements below....

On Thursday:
We met with the Principal of Fatima Primary School in Ramabanta,
Lesotho. We heard about the struggles, the challenges, the successes,
and the opportunities at her school.

We also met with Lerato, who is a leader in the village. She spoke to
us about how great her village is, as well as the crushing realities
of HIV/AIDS and orphans in her village. She will be a great partner
for BLOOM.

We had some nice meetings with ladies that are making and selling
scarves and knit hats from scratch, all the way from the stage of
receiving wool, to spinning it, to knitting it. We also met with a
guy in the community that makes art from rocks that he grounds.

On Friday morning:

We met with the the Principal of the primary school in Roma and the
the lady volunteering her time to run Leratong Community Center. It
was very insightful hearing from both of them.

We also met with Little Angels to check up on our project there. The
water is running perfectly and the kids were all smiling. We spoke
with Rose and Kennedy there and dropped off shoes for kids there
without them.

We have built some very nice relationships during our time here, as
well as learned how to best work with the Basotho people. We are
looking forward to updating you in more detail!

Another post full of big things for BLOOM and the orphans of Lesotho!! The BLOOM team is looking forward to creating lasting relationships and designing projects with all of these wonderful people!

Kings, Kids & Colleges: Lesotho Update #1

Lumela, friends! Andrew and Billy have been extremely busy the past few days in Lesotho. All of their hard work is paying off, though, as they continue to make new connections and generate new support for BLOOM. Here is a look at what they've accomplished, what they've been doing and what they'll be bringing back to the BLOOM Africa team!

We are currently in Maseru after meeting with a professor who teaches at the National University of Lesotho.

We arrived in Lesotho on Saturday night after a busy day of driving and seeing some folks. Sunday we spent the day in the community in Roma, and did some hiking. After spending the morning with some children in the village, we traveled to visit the Lesotho Child's Counseling Unit. This was a place of safety for children who have been badly abused or abandoned. The Wittengerg trips have been going to this site for the last number of years and volunteering there. Sadly, in November, the structure caught fire and was completely burned down. It was very sad to be back and see the charred ashes of a building that used to have so much happiness and joy inside its walls.

On Monday we spent the day with the Springfield Rotary Club in Motsekua, where they were dedicating the orphanage they have funded. His Majesty King Letsie III attended the large celebration, and gave the closing remarks at the program. After the program, we had lunch with His Majesty, and both William and I were able to meet him and discuss BLOOM Africa and our vision. We also connected with contacts from the US Embassy. After the event, we visited a school and orphanage, and spent time with the school's principal. We learned a lot about the challeneges that primary and high schools are now facing in Lesotho.

Tuesday was a busy day for us, spent in Maseru. We spent the moring at Kick4Life, an NGO using soccer to combat HIV and empower youth. We met the new director and are excited about the potential to work together in the future. That afternoon we had a meeting with the Director of the Peace Corps in Lesotho, and gained many new contacts that will be beneficial to moving forward. Later in the afternoon we met with our contacts who run soccer tournaments in Thaba Bosiu that promote healthy living and empowerment.

Today we met with the professor and will be visiting Little Angels. This afternoon we will head to Ramabanta where we will spend two nights. We hope to speak to some teachers there to hear of the difficulties of teaching in rural Lesotho. We will not have access to internet until Friday evening.

Yesterday was Billys birthday and we certainly celebrated in a good fashion! We raced up a mountain with just enough time to spare to catch the sunset, another beautiful evening in the Mountain Kingdom.

Love you all and wish you were here!!!

Big things are coming our way, folks!! Stay tuned for more updates, more good news and more ways you can help us help the orphans of Lesotho!

**Should anyone want/need to get ahold of either Andrew or Billy, you may call their Lesotho cell phone at (266) 57 40 27 93.

BLOOM Africa Becomes Campus Organizaton

In the summer of 2011 I had the opportunity to experience something very unique. I had the chance to travel to Lesotho, Africa for a month long service trip through Wittenberg University. That month in Lesotho forever changed my life. It was an experience that I will never forget. It has impacted me more than I could have ever imagined.

I had a passion for service before the trip, which was why I initially wanted to go to Lesotho.  Before I left for the trip I thought that when I went there I was going to have an impact on the lives of the Basotho. I thought I was going to be the one helping them out and enriching their lives.  The impact the Basotho had on me was so much greater than the impact I could ever have on them. They taught me about perseverance, strength, love, hope, joy, and hard work. Anyone could teach me about these ideals and help me grow, but it was the way in which the Basotho taught me about that will have a lasting impact on my life, greater than I could have ever imagined.

This impact from the Basotho ignited my passion and love for Lesotho and it was the mission and hard work of Andrew Steele and BLOOM Africa that motivated me to start a student organization on Wittenberg’s campus devoted to spreading awareness about HIV and AIDS. I learned about BLOOM Africa while I was in Lesotho when I first met Andrew Steele. I was in awe that a college student had the drive and passion to start a non- profit organization. I couldn’t imagine doing that, but upon returning to Wittenberg I knew that BLOOM was something I wanted to get involved in and something that I wanted to bring onto Wittenberg’s campus.

Before going to Lesotho I knew that HIV and AIDS was a big issue in Sub Saharan Africa, but I didn’t know the extent of the issue. Lesotho opened my eyes and forced me to see how much this pandemic has affected not just Lesotho, but all of Sub Saharan Africa. I thought that maybe if I didn’t realize how big this issue was that other students might also not know how big of a negative impact HIV and AIDS has had on this part of the world. It was this thought that made me realize that creating an HIV/AIDS awareness group needed to be done.

The mission of this group is to promote awareness and understanding about the HIV/AIDS pandemic that is devastating countries in Sub Saharan African. We hope to accomplish these goals through educational and philanthropic events, committed to spreading knowledge of the issue, with the ultimate goal of spreading awareness on Wittenberg’s campus, as well as the Springfield community at large, and providing financial support to the orphans in these areas in Africa.

I chose to name this student organization BLOOM Africa. I did this for many reasons. The first reason was because BLOOM Africa the NGO is known on campus and has a positive image because of Andrew Steele and the Lesotho trip. I hoped that this positive image could reflect back onto the group and attract students. The second reason I chose the same name is because my goal for this group is to grow knowledge about HIV/AIDS in hopes that awareness can bloom in more areas than just Wittenberg and Springfield, but in places where anyone who has learned something from the group goes. The spreading of knowledge is easy. It just takes someone to tell just one other person and knowledge has been spread. It is the acquiring of knowledge that can be the challenge. I hope that with this organization we can give people the resource to acquire knowledge and they in return can spread the knowledge we have given them. The final reason I chose the name is because I hope that we can form different BLOOM Africa chapters on other college campuses throughout the country. This would not only spread awareness and create more support for the non-profit organization, but it would also spread and produce knowledge about HIV/AIDS at the same time.

I have high hopes for this organization and with the support of BLOOM Africa (NGO) and the students at Wittenberg, I think we can accomplish great things. I am excited to see what the future holds for this organization.

Peace,

Michael

Michael is currently serving as an intern with BLOOM Africa, and is a student at Wittenberg University in Springfield, Ohio.

Leavin On A Jet Plane

It’s happening!  It really is happening!

On March 1, William Thomas and I will be traveling back to Lesotho on BLOOM business.  This is the first time BLOOM Africa has sent personnel on official business to Lesotho.  Previously, team members were able to spend time in Lesotho through service trips and volunteer experiences.  Now, we are sending team members to solely focus on the development of our organization.

This is a huge step for us.  We are now at a point where we can invest in the development of relationships and project sites in Lesotho.  Our hope is to target potential future project sites, BLOOM contacts and possible future staff members.

We will be spending 10 days in Lesotho, traveling all around the country from the capital city of Maseru to the rural mountaintops of Ramabanta.  We’ll also be taking some of the goods donated to us and delivering them to the community centers and orphanages we have worked with in the past.

We look forward to returning with newly built relationships, reports on past projects and locations for our future work.  This visit will lay the groundwork for much of our work in the months ahead.

While we’re there, we’ll be blogging right here, so stay tuned for updates from our visit!

Thanks again for your continued support, this wouldn’t be possible without you.

In great anticipation,

Andrew

Uniquely Lesotho

Sure, you know BLOOM.  Your gracious support over the past 2 years has been tremendous.  Many of you have traveled to Lesotho yourself, or know someone who has, or share that humanitarian empathy for the work BLOOM is doing.  And, as some of you have found yourself in this same situation, answering the 'WHY LESOTHO?' question is one of the hardest. 

I have found myself in that position many, many times.  Why is BLOOM focusing in this tiny, landlocked country Lesotho? When, across its’ borders is a glamorous country filled with more potential for grants, support, and better understood by the world.  What I have found, is if we can explain the WHY question of Lesotho—beyond our personal anecdotes, pictures, and experiences—the more effective we can be in implementing BLOOM’s programs, and, where it really counts…building support and awareness. 

WHY LESOTHO?

-Landlocked.  There are only a few other countries in the world that are solely dependant, and in a certain sense, at the mercy of another country.  In this case, South Africa.  Lesotho’s drive, passion and determination has allowed it to fend of invaders, exploitation, and emerge with a spirit that keeps Lesotho optimistic in the face of one of the highest HIV/AIDS, orphan, and poverty rates in the world.  This pride in their country is the contagious bug that the Basotho uniquely have. 

The implications being landlocked have on Lesotho are also some of the causes for its current situation.  Economically, Lesotho is subject to, many times, higher costs due to the shipping costs associated with moving items across borders.  Without coastline, those shipping costs are often not dictated by Lesotho.  Because of its mountainous terrain, growing is difficult, which places a heavy reliance on shipping. 

-Water. Lesotho’s cash crop.  Liquid Gold.  Because of its position in the mountains, water is the one commodity Lesotho has an abundance of.  I encourage you to do some reading on the Lesotho Highlands Water Project.  An interesting project that in one sense has allowed Lesotho to, in theory, sell and benefit from this cash crop.  This project was set up via a treaty between two countries—Lesotho and the Republic of South Africa as a bi-national agreement.  This is a fascinating relationship, and an interesting cash crop, that we hope to educate more about. (http://www.lhwp.org.ls/)

Lesotho Highlands Water Project

-Education.  With poverty and orphan rates soaring, implications are felt on the education system.  In short, a vicious cycle has occurred.  Children attend school up through, what the western system would classify as, middle school.  At that time a tuition system is needed to attend high school—an obvious challenge for many.  If students are fortunate enough to attend high school, an even smaller number advance to university.  And while this is all going on, the simple fact that there are little to no jobs in country for the Basotho remains.  Many go unemployed, feeling unfulfilled or unable to share their expertise, and in turn provide for their families or villages.  However, more and more Basotho are looking toward its neighbor, South Africa, as a land of opportunity, and many decide to make the trek across the border.  Implications of this are a ‘brain-drain’ (if you will) of many educated members of Lesotho society.  University educated lawyers, businessmen, doctors, and scientists, now practicing in South Africa.  In a sense, Lesotho is losing many of its citizens who they have educated. 

I hope this editorial helps paint a picture of some the various dynamics impacting Lesotho, and helps you understand the ever important ‘WHY’ question.  The topics above are only a few of the many, and a dusting of the information that can be found within them.  In the coming months, BLOOM hopes to highlight many of these ‘WHY’ questions for you, and we encourage you to share the ‘WHY LESOTHO?’ story with your friends, colleagues, and family.  The ‘perfect storm’ of factors impacting Lesotho is present, which makes the value of working with the Basotho people on the various BLOOM projects and initiatives so high.

Khotso,

Jon

This entry was written by BLOOM Africa Board Member Jon Duraj.  He can be reached at Jon.Duraj@bloomafrica.org.

Holding Hands For Life

As a former student of international studies and international politics, AIDS has been an area of academia that I've constantly been exposed to. However, it wasn't until the summer of 2011, when I became immersed in an AIDS environment, that I actually realized how deeply the disease affects me, even as someone who is not HIV+.

This past summer I spent 6 weeks in southern Africa as part of a Fulbright program focused on education. During this time, we traveled throughout the southern part of the continent and experienced many different peoples, cultures, traditions, economies and political structures.  It was an incredible experience in so many ways, and it is something that I will forever cherish. Although I was moved by a variety of things throughout the trip, the most emotional and profoundly affecting experiences were the times spent with those suffering from or affected by HIV/AIDS.

Throughout the preparations for the trip, and even during the first week of the trip, I mentally prepared myself for what I was about to experience. I read about AIDS, I read about Lesotho, I read about people who have spent time in the region and have been affected by the disease. I read, I read, I read. However, no amount of reading could have fully prepared me for this experience.

I guess you could say that I was fortunate to have a gradual introduction to what life really is like for those affected by AIDS. Our first week in Lesotho was spent in Morija, where we stayed at a wonderful guest house that was also a temporary home to a lovely Canadian family who was there adopting a young girl, Rethabile. Billy, as they called her, was an AIDS orphan who was left with no family and therefore sent to a large orphanage in Maseru, the capital of Lesotho. I was fortunate to build a relationship with this family and to be able to talk to them nightly about their experience. The conversation I remember most was about the orphanage in which Billy was placed. They described it in detail, painting vivid pictures of rooms full of hundreds of orphans lying on the ground because there was no funding for beds, mess halls full of bugs, kids running around with little or no clothing and no shoes at all. As I listened to their story with tears in my eyes, I looked over at little Billy and made a personal vow to do everything I could to help children like her. Although this was incredibly emotional, I had yet to experience AIDS first hand.

Upon our arrival in Roma, our second location in Lesotho, we were greeted by several small, friendly, happy children. Some of my fellow travelers suspected that their happiness was due to their association of strangers to free stuff, but I like to believe that they are genuinely happy just to have someone to play with for a few minutes. Before even unloading our luggage from the bus, we went out to meet and spend a little time with the children. We were swarmed immediately, as kids grabbed our hands, our waists and our legs…and didn't let go. They showed us their school, their community center and their homes. We skipped and ran and laughed and played. We attempted conversations that fell flat after a few sentences of broken English, but rebounded with smiles and body language. We never let go of their hands. This continued for a while until it was time for us to go back to our lodgings. I cried as I walked away. I cried as we unloaded and unpacked. I cried myself to sleep as I laid in my comfortable bed with a full stomach, a pillow under my head and a heater on full blast. I cried for the kids who have so little, who are so sick, who have lost their family to AIDS, who are so happy and continue to smile, laugh and play despite the circumstances. Nothing I read prepared me for those emotions.

The rest of our time in Roma was spent in the local school and community centers where we played with and taught hundreds of kids, many who either have or have been directly affected by AIDS. In fact, one of my favorite kids was clearly HIV+. There were hundreds of kids like her, but for some reason, she became mine. Everyday she would find me and welcome me with a smile and a hug and a sweet greeting in her best English. At the end of the day, she would proudly show me things she made or toys she brought with her. On our last day working with the kids, my girl and I said our final goodbye and handed each other a small token to remember the other by. Due to the language barrier I never heard her story, and that makes me sad to this day. I cherish the time spent with her....the games played, the lessons taught and of course the dancing. Maybe someday I'll see her again, but for now, I can only look at the small rock she gave me, think of her often and hope she's doing well.

On one of our final days in Roma, we were lucky enough to have a visit from an HIV+ woman named Daphne. Daphne talked with us at length about how AIDS has affected her and how it affects the community in general. She described the stigmas associated with the disease and how she dealt with them. She told us about how it affected her physically, mentally and emotionally. How it has affected her family, her husband, her children, her reputation and her employment status. She shared her entire experience with us...complete strangers. I learned so much from her, not only about the disease itself, but also about personal strength, the importance of family and the role of AIDS in Lesotho.

These experiences are responsible for who I am now and what I plan to do in the future. This is when I realized that I could no longer associate AIDS with statistics and graphs. Instead, I now think of people....real people with real struggles and real lives. Real people who need our help. Some of you may be wondering about that vow I made when learning about Billy's struggle. In a nutshell, I've vowed to help in a variety of ways, including fundraising, returning to that beautiful Kingdom in the Sky to volunteer, working with BLOOM Africa and (eventually) adopting my very own Billy.

My connection with BLOOM Africa was random, unplanned and unexpected, but, I believe, meant to be.  I couldn’t have found a more perfect organization through which to act on my vow and devote myself to helping those beautiful children affected by such an ugly disease.  Although my work with BLOOM Africa is new, I’m so excited to say that I already feel like I am making a difference.  I’ll be involved with BLOOM in a variety of different areas, however my main role will be that of Education Officer.  Through this role I plan on creating and implementing educational curricula in community centers throughout Lesotho.  These curricula will provide orphans with the skills and knowledge necessary to support themselves and to live happy, healthy and successful lives.  As an educator and humanitarian, I love nothing more than supporting others in their journey to betterment.  I am so humbled (and excited!!) to have been asked to join the BLOOM Africa team and I can’t wait to see what we, with your help, can do for the children of Lesotho.

Khotso le lerato,

Erica

This blog entry was written by BLOOM Africa team member, Erica Coffman.