Burkinabe Women’s Harsh Reality

Burkinabe Women’s Harsh Reality

Today is one of those days when my heart is broken and not even the energy this land gives me daily is strong enough to comfort me. Monday morning, Madine visited us. She is the mother of Aline, who was one of our maternelle students who went on to receive a grant from our school scholarship program. We just signed her up in second grade for this academic year.

When you Haven’t Enough Even for a Bar of Soap

When you Haven’t Enough Even for a Bar of Soap

One of my first tastes of reality of what it means to live day to day, without even basic necessities covered – so-called subsistence economy – was a visit to a sick man in Ouaga’s public hospital…. It’s difficult to describe facilities that have never had even the most minimum upkeep, that literally flood in the rainy season, and whose suffocating heat the rest of the year is unbearable.  It’s hard to imagine the smells.  Hard to imagine the lack of hygiene.  Hard to imagine the lack of privacy, with the sick scattered about the hallways on mats.  Hard to understand the tremendous lack of human and material resources.

Pregnant at Sixteen

Pregnant at Sixteen

I’ve been sitting in my office all morning praying to “AK’s” guardian angel to watch over her today with special care and attention, and telling myself that no sixteen-year-old should be giving birth tight now, and especially not under the circumstances in which this type of thing happens here…

Thanks So Much, Mrs. Le Maire!

Thanks So Much, Mrs. Le Maire!

Delighted and honored by a visit from Mrs. Le Maire Rainatou Ouedraogo from Ouagadougou’s 3rd District – which includes Rimkieta – and the delegation of 5 advisors who came with her, I want to share it with you in this new post….

Necessity is the Mother of Invention…And the Capacity for Risk

Necessity is the Mother of Invention…And the Capacity for Risk

For this latest post, about which I’ve been ruminating for some time, the saying “a picture is worth a thousand words” is dead on.  As hard as I might try, I’d never be able to explain to you in words the almost daily vicissitudes I encounter on my commute between home and Rimkieta.