Stories From The Field

Its not often than SFH is sought out by a group. We are a young organization and have been committed to small scale,but quality work. Well, word spread. And you can only imagine our surprise when we were sought out by a group of community members who have been struggling to support over 100 AIDS [...]

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Would you like to know the real impact of an SFH Sponsorship? Read these stories of some of our graduates and understand just how powerful the transformation can be! *Names have been changed to protect the privacy of our beneficiaries

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Many months ago, a colleague of mine said “Hey Paul, since you go to Africa, you should talk to my friend, he is involved there, too”. I was then introduced to the Josef and Anne Kottler, a couple from Massachusetts, whose daughter volunteers at an orphanage / youth center in Bagamoyo called IMUMA, and they themselves have been there, and have since been committed to supporting the work that’s being done there.

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Today, the world marks the International Day for Eradication of Poverty. As I went through the morning paper today, there were a number of articles and ads that highlighted campaigns and issues related to the day’s theme: Poverty. Every piece began with statistics and definitions of what it means. And it made me think…. Is [...]

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I recently read something said by Nelson Mandela:
Like slavery and apartheid, poverty is not natural. It is man-made and it can be overcome and eradicated by the actions of human beings.
It’s been 3 years now since I moved to Kenya from NY. I don’t realize how the time passed to be honest. And I don’t [...]

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Life in Nairobi has been bounteous, as can be expected from the trend of my other African tales. I am particularly overwhelmed by the people that seem to come into my path. Between Helen, individuals I had the privilege to volunteer with through Invisible Children, and now here in Nairobi, I am in rare company. [...]

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I woke up today, just like any other day. Opening my eyes minutes before my alarm clock, and the usual tension between my bed and the outside world, as to which would serve me better for the next few hours. My bed will serve me, but I could serve the outside world‚ and [...]

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