Jeff & Hillary James

Lalmba News, Vol. 56, No. 1

“It was one of those days where you get the bureaucratic run-around and then walk out to find your tires flat and your jack doesn’t want to work. But it beats working in an office.”

Jared Lollar

From the “desk” of Jared Lollar

Lalmba Project Director, Agaro Bushi Medium Clinic

The site of our new clinic project, Agaro Bushi, is a small village, hidden away in the highlands of Kaffa. It is truly an impressive piece of countryside, the birth place of coffee, green and temperate all year-round. We serve a rural population, many of whom grow encet and coffee in the forests around us or work bucolic farmland with plows pulled by oxen. In some ways, the source of this beauty, Agaro Bushi’s isolation in the mountains, is also the source of many of the challenges we face.

The road to Agaro Bushi is treacherous and steep, about a five hour walk to the next town, Chiri, where people can find regular transportation to bigger cities. The closest hospital is about two hours away in our ambulance. I sometimes wonder how pregnant mothers and emergency cases managed before we began offering the ambulance service. The immediate population of Agaro Bushi is almost five thousand people but, it is not uncommon for many of our patients to have walked several hours to reach us. Many of these patients cannot afford even the nominal fees we charge, about $0.20, and receive free service. Almost all the children who come through our gate are stunted, underweight or malnourished.

It’s paradoxical, that such a verdant area is home to such poverty, but isolation and a lack of basic infrastructure have conspired against the population.

In the last few months we’ve made tremendous progress, increasing our patient flow by almost ten times what it had been in the fall. This reflects the presence of more medications in the clinic and the work we’ve done to increase the level of our service. We are building a program now that seeks to empower our local staff and work with the community to find sustainable solutions to the public health challenges that face Agaro Bushi.

At times it is overwhelming to think of the work that still must be done and the level of need present in the community. The level of services we provide is still very basic. But, every day we chip away a little more at the challenges. In Amharic they have a saying for this, kes be kes inkulal be egur yehedal, which means “step by step, an egg begins to walk.” The community in Agaro Bushi is thankful for Lalmba, our staff here is thankful, and I want to personally say, thank you for everything.

As our clients in Agaro Bushi tell us, Yeremba. (Thank you)

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Jared Lollar is from Spokane, Washington. Prior to volunteering with Lalmba, Jared spent 3 years as a Peace Corps volunteer in Ethiopia. He has a special relationship with the people of Ethiopia and is passionate about building sustainable programs that bring about empowerment. He is the perfect person to help Lalmba build a program from the ground up, and we are grateful to work with him.

YOUR CHARITY IS GREATLY APPRECIATED

We are overwhelmed by the generosity of you, our supporters, for coming through to help us raise the funds to build a brand new clinic in Ethiopia. We have nearly reached our goal of $340,000 to begin construction. Our project director in Ethiopia, Jared Lollar, is busy now meeting with architects and contractors in order to finalize plans, and we hope to break ground on clinic construction within the next 3 months.

Of course, when you are building a new project, it doesn’t mean your ongoing projects can be neglected. We continue to use revenue to run the life-saving programs we always have. We are hopeful that with your charity this quarter, we can close the gap in our operational budget before the end of our fiscal year on March 31.

As John Bunyan said, “You have not lived today until you have done something for someone who can never repay you.”  We know how well you, our supporters, understand that philosophy, and we thank you!

My first day in Kenya was like walking into a National Geographic Documentary.  A driver was waiting for me outside the airport with a handwritten sign with my name incorrectly spelled, so I found that funny. The adventure had just begun!

I couldn’t stop marveling at the brightly dressed women, the lean graceful men, the purple-blossomed jacaranda trees and the buses belching black smoke. By the end of a couple days I knew how to eat the staple food, a maize flour called ugali, cooked with water until it is thick enough to be eaten with the fingers.  I knew to accept it from even the poorest of women, because they need to feel they have something to offer in exchange for the health services that I bring for them.

I also knew that buying food for a starving woman may save her life that day, but it does not solve her problems in the long run.  I knew that, despite the disease and theft and uncertainty, despite the absurdity of leaving my comfortable life in Bogota behind, my place was here.  I knew I was going to help to heal wounds, to treat malaria, to treat patients with HIV/AIDS, to treat malnourished children … but most importantly, I knew I was going to heal and relieve disconsolate souls, and because of that, I knew I was going to stay.

Once in Matoso Village, my job started with learning, not teaching. I learned about the area, the Luo people, and most importantly, about the staff who work at our clinic.  I learned from them so I can in turn teach and give training.  Since I have surgery training, I started to perform some minor surgeries, from draining abscesses and debriding wounds to removing cysts and lipomas.

Lalmba’s satellite clinic, the Ochuna Dispensary, is situated very near to the Kenya-Tanzania border.  An estimated 80-90% of patients come from Tanzania.   Most of the patients at Ochuna Dispensary are children, and these clients tend to be much poorer than those surrounding our main clinic in Matoso.

Every Tuesday the Ochuna clinic runs a program called Chakula Bora (Good Food). It is a nutrition education and feeding program for underweight babies and infants.  The program monitors the child’s nutritional status on a weekly basis.  We provide supplemental foods to children who qualify, and we provide financial assistance to help the mothers with a regular supply of milk for their family (we pay the milk providers directly).  Most children recover and graduate from the program within 2 months’ time.  If the child does not improve or their health status worsens, we do home visitations to find other solutions to the problem or we may refer the child to other facilities for treatment.

Every day in my new Kenyan life there is a new challenge to achieve, and a dream to follow.

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Jeff & Hillary JamesLalmba News, Vol. 56, No. 1
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Lalmba News – The Christmas Edition

It’s hard to believe that a year has passed and we are writing Lalmba’s Christmas newsletter once again. I’ve started to remember each year by the item we gift. For example, 2013 was the year of the elephant hair bracelet; 2014 the year of the banana leaf boats; 2015 the year of the serving spoons. And so on.   Not quite as exciting as the Chinese calendar, which is marked by animal years.  (I’ve always hated that I was born in the year of the Snake!)  I really wanted to call this year, “The Year of the Bush Baby”, and give each of you one of those adorable creatures. But I suppose they’re better in the wild, and there’s just no way I could round up 500 of them to bring home. Instead, we’ve chosen something equally adorable, which will surely provide you with years of utilitarian pleasure, and will assuredly brighten any room or table setting they adorn.

This year, Lalmba is proud to offer these colorfully beaded baskets, handmade in Kenya.  They come in a variety of different colors, each one with a unique design … and purpose, depending on how you use it.  We have one placed near the front door into which we toss our keys or change. You could fill them with seasonally scented potpourri, or festive nuts and candy for your guests.  The possibilities are endless, but our best idea rivals the bush baby for pure charm.

Scroll down for an eyeful of unabashed cuteness.

Now be honest, that’s pretty cute!

This little doll will really be how I remember 2018. As much as I love the beaded bowls, my love for her is infinitely greater.  Please welcome the newest member of the Lalmba family, Josephine James, born September 5, 2018 to the proud and truly blessed parents of yours truly, Jeff and Hillary James.  We’re calling her “Posey”. So 2018 is now “The year of Posey …and the beaded basket from Kenya.”  It’s a bit of a mouthful, but we’ll get used to it. 

Other New Additions to the Lalmba Family

Lalmba has 3 other new heroes to welcome to our family, professionals from 3 different continents, who are giving a year of their lives to expand our programs in East Africa.

Dr. Eliezer Rodriquezfrom Venezuela is working in Kenyaas medical director of the Matoso Clinic and the Ochuna Dispensary.

In Ethiopia, we are blessed to have Jukka Lehtinen, from Finland, to serve as construction director, building the new Agaro Bushi Medium Clinic. We’ll keep you posted on his progress over the next year.

We are also very lucky to have Jared Lollarfrom Spokane, WA.  Jared just completed a 3-year stint with the Peace Corps in southwestern Ethiopia, the same region where we run our programs. He will serve as managing director in Agaro Bushi, bringing a firm understanding of the language and culture, and an immense love for the country.

Thank you for your hearts for the poor.  Godspeed, gentlemen!

When you think of the word “safari,” no doubt it conjures images of glorious animals amid breathtaking landscapes, and tourists wearing earth-toned khakis and wide-brimmed hats, jabbing telephoto lenses through windows and rooftops of Land Cruisers.  All those tourists are hoping to snap the perfect souvenir – a trophy image to hang on a wall and remind them that they walked with the wild through “the cradle of mankind.”

Chances are, however, that they rolled rather than walked, as walking is usually forbidden in the big game parks.

Not so with Lalmba’s Tembea Na Mimi(TNM) safari! TNM is a 10-day walking safari, 180 miles through Kenya’s Great Rift Valley all the way to Lalmba’s project on Lake Victoria, in Matoso, Kenya. It has all of the majestic landscapes and close encounters with wild beasts that a high-end safari would have, but 10 times more adventure, and a lot more heart.

Our third TNM adventure will be July 2019 in Kenya.

This walk has become more of a pilgrimage, as its impact activates the soul and brings a sense of purpose to the lives of those who’ve walked this path. Why?

It’s personal for everyone, but for me, a significant emotional journey transpires that mirrors the physical journey.   We walk through isolated wilderness (the first 5 days), land formed by the hand of God and 4.5 billion years of geologic transformation, and into communities, villages and towns, (the next 5 days)populated by farmers and merchants, people who have toiled these lands for thousands of years. These are the lands where treasures are found in culture and tradition, not in wealth or opportunity.

TNM is a pilgrimage that brings people together in a common quest – to deliver hope to the disheartened, to learn dignity from stumbling, to discover courage in the depths of a quivering heart, and reserves of energy when rest is elusive. It is a pilgrimage because it puts service and self-sacrifice above reward, bringing honor to those who walk with purpose.

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Lalmba News, Vol. 55, No. 4

In the summer of 1999, I (Jeff) was managing a safari camp in the Rift Valley of Kenya. That summer I got sick and spent three days lying in bed drenched in my own sweat, barely able to walk the distance from my bed to the bathroom. Like Elijah under the broom tree, I prayed for a quick death to end the agony. But instead of an angel appearing and giving bread and water for nourishment, God sent Mrs. Roberts, my employer. I remember vividly her stunned expression when she opened the door and saw my emaciated and sickly form shivering in the equatorial heat. But unlike Elijah, I did not have to get up and walk for 40 days and nights. Instead, an 80-year-old Mrs. Roberts helped me to my feet, shouldered me to her pickup truck and drove me to the nearest clinic, an hour and a half away. There, the nurses hooked me up to IV fluids and treated the malaria that had nearly stolen my will to live. Miraculously, a few hours later, I was feeling much better!  But had it not been for Mrs. Roberts, I could have died of dehydration. Hundreds of people from the same community where I was living suffer from malaria and other illnesses on a daily basis. They don’t have a Mrs. Roberts or anyone with a vehicle to carry them. They have their feet and a long and dusty road to reach the same clinic that treated me.

To this day, I still can’t fathom how they do it. It’s impossible for me to comprehend the strength of will some people possess, and why, when I needed it most, I felt myself close to surrendering to a premature death. God had other plans for me, that is clear — which is why today I walk vigorously and believe passionately in Lalmba’s mission. In walking societies — or should I say where the poorest live — there are few other choices but to get up and walk when sickness, injury, or childbirth beckon. Many don’t make it to health facilities in time.  It is for this reason that Lalmba’s mission is to bring health care to the end of the road. This year, in honor of Lalmba’s 55thanniversary, our team of walkers will walk from the bustling town of Chiri, where Lalmba has run the Chiri Health Center for 20 years, to the site of our soon-to-be new clinic in Agaro Bushi, an even more end-of-the-road community.

Meet our fearless walkers who will bring hope and healing the beautiful people of Agaro Bushi.

Tafesse Alemu, the Lalmba Chiri Health Center project director, has been leading our programs in Chiri since 2014.  A patient man, he navigates the intercultural divide between volunteers and locals with aplomb!

Sponsor Tafesse

Aselfich Terefe has worked for Lalmba for nearly as long as we have been in Ethiopia. She started as our cook, and today she is Lalmba’s Children’s Director. She brings warmth and love to her role as ‘Mother to Lalmba’s orphans.’

Sponsor Aselefich

Desalegn Nedi is Chiri Health Center’s Medical Director. Desalegn has committed nearly 15 years to providing leadership and top-notch health care to the Chiri Health Center.  And he has a beautiful and lovely wife.

Sponsor Desalegn

Social Kassa is a dedicated nurse, and the director of our public health program. She is an inspiration for thousands of poor women, empowering them with knowledge to keep their families healthy (and she’s Desalegn’s better half!)

Sponsor Social

Atinafu Yohanis has been part of the Lalmba family since he joined our orphan program as a young lad. Today he is the General Manager of our soon-to-be newest clinic, the Agaro Bushi Medium Clinic.

Sponsor Atinafu

Demeke Zeleke is one of Lalmba Ethiopia’s most versatile employees. He has worked for us for 20 years as a driver, gardener, guard, handyman and mechanic. He is especially good at roping our vehicles to pull them out of mud.

Sponsor Demeke

These six leaders are dedicated professionals who have devoted their lives to serving the poor and the sick of their community. We love them and know that without them, our mission would be impossible to achieve.  Please show your love for their service and sponsor one or all of them as they walk the 12 miles from the Chiri Health Center to the end of the road at the Agaro Bushi Medium Clinic, Lalmba’s newest clinic, on September 21, 2018, Lalmba’s 55th anniversary of serving the poor in Africa. When they arrive they will spend time seeing patients, training staff on best practices, and evaluating public health issues in this very rural community.

This year we begin construction on a new clinic building, a pharmacy, laboratory, housing for Lalmba volunteers, purchasing a new ambulance, adding a photovoltaic power system, and a clean water system.  If you want to be part of this exciting new chapter for Lalmba, and join as early investors in this project, please contact us directly, or simply sponsor these walkers as encouragement for our growing mission and presence in Africa.

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Building Character Through Service

This past summer, Lalmba was fortunate to have two short-term volunteers visit our program in Matoso.   My friend, Dennis Debobes, called last spring expressing interest for his son, Austin, a high school sophomore, to have a meaningful experience serving the poor.   Our project director in Kenya let us know that the orphanage was desperately in need of a paint job!   So Dennis and Austin spent a few weeks working diligently to improve the children’s home, having one of those experiences that hopefully continues to resonate, shedding unexpected insights as life progresses. See below Austin’s reflections on his time in Kenya.

Ongoro Children’s Home house parents Ruth, Quinter, and Julius with Austin and Dennis Debobes.

Austin presents a slideshow to the orphans about his life in Colorado.

Austin and Julius tape the wall for painting.

Dear Mr. And Mrs. James,
Here are my thoughts on my trip to Matoso:
I would describe my trip to Kenya as intimidating and difficult, but totally worth every second. It truly changed my life.

When I was told I would be going to Africa I was upset. I was unhappy that I had to leave my comfort zone and live in a totally different place, and adapt to a totally different lifestyle. I knew beforehand it would be hard, but it wasn’t the kind of hard I expected. It was more emotionally challenging than I thought it would be. I tried to prepare myself for it, but there were many things that affected me more than I thought they would. Just seeing the orphans and other people living with so little reminded me of how little we need. It changed my perspective on just about everything. Now I feel I must make the most of every opportunity, just as the African people I met would do.

I was really uncomfortable at first. Each day I got more accustomed to the culture and daily struggle. I really like the people. They were so warm and welcoming. They treated me like a good friend, even though I hadn’t known them long enough to earn or deserve their trust. I grew close to the orphans, and wish I could have a greater impact in their lives.

As glad as I am to be home, I wish I could have done more to help on my trip to Kenya. It is one of the most rewarding things I’ve ever done.
Thank you so much for a rewarding and amazing experience.
~ Austin Debobes

Thank you Austin and Dennis!

mark your calendars

(All donors who have not already received one, and who donate $100 or more this month will get a copy of our 2019 Calendar!)

  • September 21, 2018

    • Happy Anniversary! Lalmba celebrates 55 years of serving the poor in Africa!

  • November 13 or 14, 2018

    Attention Denver area supporters! Lalmba’s board of directors will be hosting a fun fundraising event at The Family Jones Distillery (3245 Osage St.) in Denver. More details coming soon. Space is limited, so let us know if you’re interested and we’ll be sure to include you in the evite that will be going out next month.

  • July 7 – 23, 2019 – TEMBEA NA MIMI

    • Our walking team is coming together, but we still have room for a few more walkers. Let Jeff know soon if you’re interested in having the experience of a lifetime (Not an exaggeration!). You can also fill out the online application here:

Tembea Na Mimi 2019 - Application Form GIVE HOPE TODAY
Jeff & Hillary JamesLalmba News, Vol. 55, No. 4
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Lalmba News, VOl. 55, NO. 3

You probably get promotional calendars at the end of each year, but how many do you get in the summertime?   As you know, we like to be unconventional!

Lalmba would like to share with you a year in the life of Africa.  Our 2019 calendar includes evocative full color photographs from our projects (Jeff has some talent behind the lens!), and it notes the year’s holidays and events in Ethiopia and Kenya.  This will help connect you with the rural communities that you help support.   Did you know, for example, that Kenyan schoolchildren begin their school year on January 2?  You will!

These gentlemen in the photo above are government officials in the rural Ethiopian village called Agaro Bushi, where Lalmba is planning to build a new clinic. You can see that Agaro Bushi is in the pre-technology era, where paper files and handwritten posters still reign supreme.  Perhaps our Lalmba calendar will help keep them organized!   We are very excited about starting a new project in an area without any reliable modern health care, where bare feet are the norm and Land Rovers struggle to reach, and we look forward to telling you more about it very soon.

We would like to thank our dear and dedicated monthly donors by gifting you a Lalmba calendar.  You are the backbone of our work!   Look for yours in the mail soon.  If you would like to become a monthly donor and receive your “Year in the Life” calendar, you can set it up here:

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In addition, to each of you who send us your generous support this month, we will send you our breathtaking calendar to connect you more closely with Africa for all of 2019!

Speaking of 2019, do you know what is happening exactly one year from now??  10Lalmba supporters will be walking with Jeff 160 miles across Kenya to raise awareness for our work.  The walkers and 20 camels will start outside Nairobi, walk 15-18 miles a day across wildlife preserves, camp among the stars in Kenya’s wilds, and end with a celebration and welcome in Matoso, Lalmba’s project along the shores of Lake Victoria.  The Lalmba staff will meet you along the dusty road on the last day, and accompany you with song and dance your last few blistered steps. Sound intriguing?  You have 365 days to get fit, gather your gear and your nerve, tell your friends about what you are doing and lace up your walking boots!  It will not disappoint.

To sign up, just click the button below to go to the application page. And then start by getting your calendar to whet your appetite for the sights and emotions of Lalmba’s Africa that await you!

Tembea Na Mimi Walker Application

ABERASH WOKU

Our hearts were broken last month to hear that dear Aberash Woku, a young lady, our daughter and friend from our Chiri Children’s Home in Ethiopia, recently passed away.  She, like several other children in the home, was abandoned by her family at a young age because of her epilepsy.  Since seizure disorders can sometimes be hereditary, families often believe it is contagious or a curse, and banish their children as a result. Under Lalmba’s medical care and living in our children’s home, Aberash took medications that kept her seizure disorder under control, but she was unsuccessful in school due to her severe learning disabilities.   Unfortunately, schools in rural Africa are ill equipped to assist children with special needs.

Aberash, in her mid-teens, continued living in the children’s home and helping out with household responsibilities until recently, when she became more independent and got involved with a group that claimed to be able to banish evil spirits.  They convinced her to stop taking her meds and to use the “healing waters” instead to treat her epilepsy.

As a result, she died from her seizures. Our hearts are broken.  We will always remember Aberash’s quiet demeanor and the way she held her hand over her mouth when she smiled.  We remember how she laughed when she played Twister for the first time last fall, and how she enjoyed playing Slapjack.   May God welcome you at the head of the parade into Paradise, Aberash!  We will always honor and remember you in our prayers!

IN HIS OWN WORDS

Steven Onyango, a young man who grew up in Matoso village in Kenya, writes colorfully about what it was like growing up with Lalmba’s clinic nearby.

“Many times, our family suffered repeated episodes of malarial infections.  At such moments Lalmba`s services always came in handy. The staff ensured that the poor children always had the best of care.  At one time I remember, when I was below ten, I accidentally swallowed a half inch nail while playing outdoors together with my younger brother Onyango. This news to my mother was a bombshell. She could not understand when I shouted out loudly, “I swallowed it, I swallowed it, Onyango.  I swallowed it!”  Knowing quite well how cruel my father was, she quickly picked me up and rushed me towards the direction of the Lalmba hospital and before I knew it, I was surrounded by a group of attendants clad in white aprons ready to offer me their best of treatment.  Days later, my parents` fear of possible complications was dispelled by the medical attention of Lalmba Clinic.  Although my parents were still wary of my antics, the presence of Lalmba acted like a sort of assurance just in case of any emergency.

 Another incident where Lalmba rescued me was after a fierce attack by a breastfeeding dog who, upon seeing me dash by, thought I was after her weak pups for a pet.  This time I was with my father and needed a nurse fast!  Besides Lalmba, the next nearest medical facility, which was operated by a Catholic Mission, was almost 30 kilometers away.  Even with Lalmba clinic close by, it was still after dark by the time my father and I walked home that night. 

 There was yet another incident when our own pet dog got upset and had a bite of my right buttock.  As usual, Lalmba Clinic`s attendants (who were then well versed with me because of the frequent visits) attended so well to me. Lalmba has continued to change many lives by planting the seeds of HOPE where it was desperately needed.”

Thank you, Steven, for your spirited stories of how Lalmba impacted the life an adventurous little nail-swallowing boy who seemed to annoy the neighborhood dogs!

SUPPORTER SPOTLIGHT

We recently received a note from Georgia, a long-time Lalmba supporter from Washington who appreciated our last newsletter.  She writes,

“I read about your volunteer’s visits to families to talk about cleanliness, clean drinking water.  The description of their living conditions was so very sad to me.  I know you can’t solve all the problems over there but I sure do appreciate your work for so many years to help as many as you can, from the little children to the elderly.  I often think about the living conditions you have told us about and how I would love to shower them with the daily comforts we take for granted here. I am so grateful to have access to daily showers, a comfortable bed and access to an abundance of food.  As a result of what you share with us I have a different attitude about what is a need vs. a want.  May God bless you and your team for doing the hard work to bring a better life and hope to so many.”

Thank you, Georgia, for your compassionate heart.  And to all our supporters, thank you for giving so generously to the poor, asking nothing in return.

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Lalmba News, Vol. 55, No. 2

The Ant Bite

By Dr. Stephanie Ball, Lalmba Kenya Medical Director 2017-2018

(www.oneyearinkenya.blog)

Ouch. An ant bite. That is what it takes to get me indoors to the keyboard to write about this week. The ant probably climbed into my pants to get out of the sun. Some would say she was smarter than me. After all, I was outside in the hot sun, in equatorial Africa, in the middle of the afternoon, doing rather than thinking.

So, what am I avoiding? The reality of Africa that I witnessed this week, I think.

The man leading the Public Heath Team asked me to accompany him on 2 home visits, to the families with a malnourished infant or young child. The idea is to visit where people live, and ask about such topics as breastfeeding, cleanliness, illness, sources of water and income, and how these affect the family.  Both families welcomed us in to their homes and made sure we all had a place to sit, even if they had to borrow chairs.  We asked questions like “Do you teach the children to wash face and hands before eating? Do you use soap? Do you boil or treat your water? Is there a latrine? Where does money come from? How many meals did the child eat yesterday? Did you feed the child breast milk or cow’s milk and/or other food?”  The houses are built with local resources: Sticks or poles in a network to make a cylinder, filled and covered with clay, and roofed with grass thatch. The first family has both a mother and father, with their 6 children. Their only source of support is farming their plot of land. The father looks very thin and ill, and he says he has tuberculosis. The mother looks healthy, and she tells us she is HIV positive, but her youngest, 6 months old, has been born negative and stayed negative while she has been breastfeeding.  We all sit on the wooden couch and chairs. The floor is dirt, packed and smooth. We can see a pair of men’s shoes, some clothing, and a tin watering can tucked up where the ceiling meets the wall. Two young boys are hiding among the maize stalks when we arrive, and they stay there during our visit. A small girl, maybe three years old, plays quietly in the shade right outside the house. They obtain water from a nearby river, and “take it like it comes.”

The next house is smaller and even poorer. It has one room, with a sheet (or what looks like a very old dust-ruffle) hung across a string as a room-divider. We are allowed to peek at the bedroom, where there is a single full-size mattress on the floor for the parents and four children. The one chair, a folding wooden one with a broken back, is given to me, and is clearly meant as the best seat in the house. The other health worker sits on a square plastic container that looks like a gas can, and the mom disappears for a minute and comes back with two plastic chairs from a neighbor. We meet just with the mother, and the malnourished child stands by her side. The baby is almost two years old, and is quite thin and quiet.  The father is away working, which he does whenever he can get a contract. She is preparing some maize from their fields, which she tends while the dad is away. Sometimes, when he comes home, they are able to go shopping to buy soap and other things they cannot grow. Both parents are HIV+ and under care. I am sitting right next to the place for the cooking fire. There is a support for a pot above the small wood fire, well protected from the wind. When asked the question about water preparation, the mother explains that she filters the pond water with a tea strainer to remove impurities.

Neither family has an outhouse or latrine, soap, or clean water. I see one small solar lantern at the first house, but no other electric device of any kind. They do not have phones or any mode of transportation other than by foot. They do have iron age tools like a heavy hoe, and a machete. We brought them only questions. Vaccinations and vitamins are given at Lalmba’s facility in Ochuna, as are once weekly cooking and nutrition lessons with a meal for each mother and child, shared around the demonstration kitchen. Sometimes, a week’s supply of supplemental food can be sent home for each child.

I am face-to-face with my inability to transform these families’ situations, and the many others all around me. My Lalmba teachers tell me that being here with people, spending my time and compassion, is my job right now. Pema Chondren advises that we must begin where we are, and that we cannot have compassion for others until we can discover that compassion for ourselves. So, I am praying for the strength to do this hard work, which at times feels like doing nothing. At other times it is an enormous burden and I run away into outdoor work and ant bites! Another wise man, Jimmy K, wrote, “Understanding comes slowly, over a period of time…” Patience and compassion—may you have all you need of both this week.

As Dr. Stephanie’s year in Matoso comes to a close, we thank and honor her for her heartfelt compassion and loving dedication to the poor.  Lalmba has been blessed by her contributions and we will miss her!

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Do you dream of working in Africa and having experiences like Stephanie’s?

We are looking for you!

Kenya

Medical Director

Matoso Clinic, on the shore of Lake Victoria, provides outpatient care to 50-100 patients daily and HIV/AIDS treatment to over 600 patients. Lalmba also operates a small health post and malnutrition program in Ochuna, a village near the Tanzanian border.

Ethiopia

Project Director and Medical Director

We are opening a new clinic in the remotest area of the Ethiopian rainforest highland countryside. This unique role would create a medical program from the ground up.  A few hours by mule from the nearest town, this role calls for a true boundary pusher, an adventurous and hardy spirit!

Here’s What We Provide:

  • A chance to supervise and mentor local staff while learning to treat tropical diseases.
  • All Travel Expenses
  • Room and Board
  • An opportunity of a lifetime!

Here’s All We Ask

  • A spirit of service and adventure
  • 1 year of your life, which you will never regret giving
  • Your medical/construction expertise
  • Your love and belief in humanity

TEMBEA NA MIMI 2019

(Walk With Me)

Perhaps you’re looking for a different experience of Africa?  Consider joining my team as we walk across the great Rift Valley all the way to Lalmba’s project on Lake Victoria, Kenya.  This is no ordinary adventure; you’ll walk with me to experience the people’s plight and to help us tell the story.  You’ll walk with me to help raise money and awareness for our work. I’m looking for 10 strong walkers who want to help, traversing 160 miles, one step at a time.  Contact Jeff at lalmba@lalmba.org or 303-485-1810, if you’re interested. Or, just fill out the online application and Jeff will contact you.

TEMBEA NA MIMI APPLICATION

AND…BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND!

Lalmba supporter and former peace corps volunteer in Ethiopia, Gloria Curtis, has fashioned 25 more exquisite Ethiopian cross necklaces for us to offer to you.  The Ethiopian cross is a unique and ancient design very different from the Latin cross, and worn by the rich and poor alike throughout Ethiopia.

Gloria learned how to make Ethiopian jewelry while living there in the 1960’s, and has graced Lalmba with her artwork.

Each necklace is unique with varied color schemes and matching earrings.

Be one of the first 25 to donate $100 or more to Lalmba, tell us you want a necklace, and we’ll send you one of Gloria’s masterpieces.  (The first 13 online donors and 12 earliest mail-in postmarks)

Donate online www.lalmba.org/donate/  or via check in the mail.

Be sure to note ’necklace’ on your donation.

Thank you again, Gloria, for these beautiful gifts to support Lalmba’s work in your beloved Ethiopia!

Yes, I want an Ethiopian necklace!
Jeff & Hillary JamesLalmba News, Vol. 55, No. 2
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Lalmba News, Vol. 55, No. 1

Baby Girls, Collard Greens and Teens

By Hillary James with photography by Michelle Anderson

I am writing from Lalmba Kenya on my annual visit to our projects.  I wish I could bring each of our supporters here to show them firsthand the beautiful simplicity of this community, and how Lalmba changes so many lives.   The night I arrived, there were 2 healthy baby girls born in our new delivery ward.  Each morning when the staff gathers in a circle to sing songs and pray, the nurse on-call reports on the events of last evening.  There seems to be a running competition between the male and female staff, for this morning when the nurse announced 2 girls were born, all the lady staff cheered!  The community is thrilled about the maternity ward.   They marvel at its cleanliness and comfort.    Though modest by US standards, the ward includes 2 private rooms with comfortable beds and mosquito nets for laboring mothers.  A few steps down the hall takes you to the well-stocked and clean delivery room. The most popular feature is the separate bathroom with modern toilet and shower for mothers to clean up after delivery.  Most women typically use a pit latrine, and don’t enjoy such a refreshing shower without taking a swim in the lake!  When I peeked in the ward the other day, I saw a new mother snuggling with her newborn in the bed under the mosquito net, helping the baby latch on for breastfeeding.  For so many Kenyan women, post-delivery usually means getting up off the delivery table and walking home.

Our volunteer Dr. Stephanie Ball noticed that many mothers who came to deliver did not even have a towel or receiving blanket in which to wrap their babies.   So she has begun sewing blankets with the help of local tailors to give women a nice cozy blanket to keep their babies warm.  We are so pleased to bring this life-saving and comforting service to the women of Matoso.

In recent years we have been talking with the Kenyan staff about the concept of sustainability.  Lalmba occupies quite a large compound here in Matoso, along the beach of Lake Victoria.  I was amazed when I arrived this week to see that the staff had taken its own initiative to plant crops in the large plot of land that was formerly open field.  The gardens are yielding an impressive bounty, providing all the vegetables needed by the 40 orphans in Lalmba’s orphan home this season.  A 10,000 square foot plot that was formerly grassland on our compound now teems with maize, cabbage, beans and other vegetables. Formerly Lalmba paid 2800 KS weekly (about $28 USD) to supply our orphans’ home with vegetables.  Now we are growing it ourselves!  The housemothers and groundsmen arrive most afternoons to pluck leaves for the orphans’ dinners, and on weekends the orphans come to harvest whatever crop has come in.  It’s our very own farm to table experience!

The evening meal being prepared at the Ongoro Children’s Home includes ugali (a maize paste) and sakuma wiki (collard greens), both grown in the Lalmba gardens.

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Adolescent HIV Prevention

Another focus of my trip has been to initiate a health program for adolescents.  The one demographic in Kenya for which the HIV transmission rate remains frustratingly high is among youth.  52% of all new HIV infections in Migori County in 2015 occurred among young people aged 15-24.  In an effort to impact those youth, Lalmba plans to create a gathering space in which they can socialize and learn more about HIV and adolescent health concerns in a safe, supportive environment.  A nurse will be available in a private space to meet with youth one-on-one if they wish to have a consultation, and peer volunteers will help model healthy attitudes and discussions.  Computers, books and games will offer opportunities for leisure and relaxation for youth who often feel aimless if they are out of school and jobless (jobs are scarce even for those with diplomas).   We hope this new meeting space will help influence youth to make healthy choices that preserve their generation from the crippling scourge that AIDS has been to the generations before them.

THE WISH LIST

Lalmba staff in Matoso created a wish list of items they would love for the clinic.

Can you help us with funding for any of these?

WISH #1

New plastic ceiling tiles for several patient rooms in the clinic (the bats in the roof soil the plasterboard tiles and make a real mess!)

$210 per room

FULFILLED!

WISH #2

Government power lines do not yet reach the town.  We need a new inverter for our solar system to ensure our clinic can have electricity consistently during working hours.

WISH #3

A refrigerator for the pharmacy to keep cold several necessary drugs.

$250

FULFILLED!

WISH #4

Laptops for the new youth meeting area to give them access to information.

$150 each

As a shoestring organization, we greatly appreciate those supporters who help us meet our expenses month to month.  Would you consider making automatic monthly contributions to Lalmba? Here is a convenient way to set up automatic payments (www.coloradogives.org/lalmba/).  Thank you for considering a monthly commitment that would provide a more stable financial foundation on which Lalmba could depend.

MONTHLY DONATIONS

Now, off to church!

There’s nothing like a boda-boda ride to work out those travel kinks.

Lalmba Vice President, Hillary James, and board member, Terry Robinette (seated middle position) share a boda-boda ride to church.

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The Christmas Edition

It’s time again for Lalmba’s annual Christmas gift. This year’s unique item is sure to be a conversation starter. Just look at the delicately hand-carved handle on this “Made in Kenya” bottle opener. We have elephants, rhinos, and lions – three of the Big Five animals available for your holiday celebrations. Here are just a few ideas to help jump start that conversation about Africa and your favorite charity, Lalmba, while popping a bottle of suds with your unique bottle opener. A perfect tool to regale that aloof neighbor who’s just hard to talk to!

1. Did you know that “rhinoceros” literally means “nose horn?” Speaking of horns, did you know that Lalmba’s projects are located in the Horn of Africa?

2. Did you know that in Africa they can make paper out of elephant poop? Speaking of poop, did you know that Lalmba makes latrine slabs for poor farmers to help them establish better hygiene practices in their communities?

3. Did you know that male lions are the first in the pride to eat, yet the females do the hunting?  Speaking of strong females, did you know that Lalmba has a microloan program specifically to empower single mothers to start a small business and become self-reliant?

Isn’t it amazing that almost every conversation can be a springboard to discuss Lalmba’s work serving the poor? Here’s one more for you:  Did you know that every $100 donation allows Lalmba to send 4 children to school for an entire year? It also pays for their health care, and provides supplemental food for some hungry families.  $100 is an empowering amount of money where we work. For your donation, you also get this very special bottle (and conversation) opener.  And it makes a great gift!

GET YOUR BOTTLE OPENER HERE!

2017 IN REVIEW

A FEW OF OUR PROUDEST MOMENTS

This little girl came into our severe acute malnutrition ward in Ethiopia in February.  2 weeks later, after intensive inpatient feeding treatment and cooking classes for her family, there she is smiling in her mother’s arms. Over 200 children receive this dramatic and life-saving care from Lalmba every year.  Is there anything more beautiful than that?

LEARN MORE ABOUT OUR MEDICAL PROGRAMS

11 extra students at Lalmba Kenya received scholarships to go onto secondary school this year (the 11th one is behind the camera).  With our tight budget we typically only support students through the 8th grade, with limited further scholarships for exceptional students. But this year we heard that these 11 particularly bright students longed for the chance to attend high school as well.   So we committed to $250/year for each of them. Congratulations!  Work hard and may you help your community shine!

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Great excitement surrounded the official opening of the computer learning center for the orphans we support in Kenya!  We have 4 laptops so far, and the students sign up and wait for their turn at the computer.  The offline educational resources that include English, math and science tutorials as well as novels, encyclopedias and picture books provide our students with both educational enrichment and exposure to technology.  For most this is their first time working on a computer!

It costs $25 per year to send a child to primary school

Our home for mothers waiting to deliver at our health center in Ethiopia is almost complete!  In an effort to reduce infant and maternal mortality, institutions in Ethiopia are constructing homes for mothers who live many hours’ walk from any health facility.  Mothers can come to stay just before their due date to ensure they will deliver safely at our health center instead of at home.  This laudable initiative is already saving the lives of mothers and babies throughout Ethiopia.

Learn more about our efforts to reduce infant and maternal mortality

DON’T FORGET YOUR BOTTLE OPENER

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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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A New Lalmba Video

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Art shares his water with some Nyangatom children in southern Ethiopia.

Lalmba has been blessed with a new volunteer! Art Pekun, a supremely talented documentary filmmaker from Virginia, travelled to Africa with Jeff last month to help tell the Lalmba story. This is the first of hopefully many videos that Art will produce so that you, our supporters, will see more clearly the people we serve and how we strive to empower them with good health care, education, and opportunities to be self-reliant. We hope you enjoy the video.

Thank you, Art!

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Lalmba News – An Ancient Symbol of Faith

LN Header Image_VOL 53, 1-5E‘People may believe what they wish. People may say what they wish. Nevertheless, we do possess the sacred Tabot, that is to say the Ark of the Covenant, and I am its guardian…’ Ethiopian Orthodox Priest  ~ Graham Hancock, The Sign and the Seal

In the brief moment this photo was made, a calm and loving caress of mother and son was captured. But it’s the bookend storms of raw emotion that are fixed in my memory – a boy writhing in agony, a worried mother, and a doctor hard at work.  We don’t see that here – his pain nor its source.  We don’t see his deformed and infected foot, and we don’t see the nervous doctor, scalpel in hand, a surgical incision draining the wound.

But in this millisecond of time and life when I captured this image, there was only serenity, a gift of love, and evidence of ancient faith – the ever-present Ethiopian Cross strung from the boy’s neck.

(Spoiler alert:  An offer to own your own Ethiopian cross necklace below!)

Ethiopia’s ties to Biblical scripture are ancient. King Solomon, son of King David, married Ethiopia’s Queen of Sheba, who gave birth to Emperor Menelik.  And with that union the Solomonic dynasty and Judaism arrived in Ethiopia (around 1000BC), and later Christianity in the first century A.D. Ethiopians assert the Ark of the Covenant came to Ethiopia about 3000 years ago, and today, it is guarded by an Ethiopian Orthodox priest in Axum… or so the story goes.  Some westerners doubt the story, but I believe it. Why shouldn’t I? I’ve been convinced by their faith. I have witnessed their faith heal tragic wounds, and return laughter to places of anguish.

In Ethiopia, the cross is omnipresent, worn and sometimes tattooed on people everywhere, as a constant reminder to be faithful and to protect against evil.

The Ethiopian Cross is different from the Latin Cross; it’s boxy design represents the Ark, while maintaining the classical shape of the Cross. Together, they are the old and the new covenants.

All of it I find enchanting: the history and mythology of Ethiopia, the nobility of such ancestry and culture, and I consider the hope it must bring to someone who otherwise has nothing.

I’m not alone in knowing the enchantment of an exotic culture and its ancient customs. Any westerner of humble heart and kind ambition who has walked a foreign land, made friends and shared in treasured rituals, is marked by those experiences.Gloria p3

Gloria Gieseke Curtis is one of those westerners with a unique history of African service that’s as long as Lalmba’s 53 years!  She was in one of the first few Peace Corps groups, 1963-1965, stationed in Ethiopia and Eritrea, 2 years after the Peace Corps was founded by President Kennedy.She was in Ethiopia on that tragic day when Kennedy was assassinated.  She remembers the “shock and horror” of processing those feelings so far from home. She remembers the outpouring of sympathy from Ethiopians, and how Emperor Haile Salassie instituted 3 days of national mourning. Every citizen wore a black arm band in solidarity.

Those gestures of unity were heartfelt, and comforted a group of young Americans who were very far from home, and perhaps a little frightened. Gloria learned from that outpouring that there is harmony in grief, strength in unity, and that she now had a larger purpose to her mission in Africa.

Gloria says, “Everything good that has happened to me in my adult life is related to my Peace Corps experience in Ethiopia.”

One of the “good” things that happened to Gloria was a job managing an African Arts import company, which was owned by an Ethiopian woman. Working there, Gloria learned the art of jewelry making and the Ethiopian aesthetic.  African jewelry is never just ornamental; there’s significance in each piece.   The hopes and prayers of the maker are woven into the design, and the cohesion of texture and color is a harmonious blessing for the wearer.

Today Gloria has blessed Lalmba with a gift of 25 exquisitely beaded necklaces, each adorned with an Ethiopian cross. They’re stunningly beautiful with an ancient elegance that feels as regal as the culture that inspired the designs.

Each one is handmade by Gloria and comes with a matching set of earrings.

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Would you or someone special in your life like one of your own?  Be one of the first 25 people to donate $100 to Lalmba.

(The 12 earliest mail-in postmarks and the first 13 online donors)

Tell us you want a necklace, and we’ll send you one of Gloria’s masterpieces.  Each one is unique.

Be sure to note ‘necklace’ on your donation.

or via check in the mail:

1000 Corey Street, Longmont, Co. 80501

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Thank you, Gloria, for your unique gift to support Lalmba’s work in your beloved Ethiopia!


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Volunteer experiences like Gloria’s change a person in ways that a typical African safari can’t offer.  Lalmba volunteers David and Wanda McLure, who served in Matoso 16 years ago, recently returned as consultants, and the positive changes they saw in the community were inspiring.  If you ever ponder whether Lalmba truly has an impact on rural communities, read Dave and Wanda’s reflections on their return to their beloved Matoso:

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16 years ago, Wanda and I landed in Matoso village, Kenya to begin a 2-year stint with Lalmba.   At age 50, we were ready for an African adventure and the opportunity to “give something back” after an easy middle class American life (so far).

It was hard. The heat, the lake flies, the isolation, the poverty, the sickness, the HIV death sentence for so many all around us, made life hard.   But the rewards were great as well: The opportunity to treat and cure a child sick with malaria or suffering from malnutrition, to start and build a home based orphan care program (RCAR), to treat more than 100 patients per day at our 2 clinics who had no other viable options for health care – these things all mattered, and it felt good to be a part of it.

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The ancient philosopher who said that ‘change is the only certain thing in this world’ hit the nail on the head. Returning to Matoso 16 years after a very intensive 2 years embedded at the clinics, I am observing a lot of change.  Today almost everyone is wearing some kind of footwear, very few bare and well-calloused feet; almost everyone is wearing street clothing whether store bought or made locally by the [tailors]; most babies are wearing a cloth diaper vs the bare bottoms of yesteryear.  Many fewer malnourished babies and children are appearing at Matoso Clinic.  Bicycles have been replaced by motorbikes (piki piki) making travel so much easier and faster; it’s not unusual to see 4-5 persons on a single motorbike!

The most gratifying change is to see the change in the bodies of the people walking about. [We used to see] skeletal figures, bodies covered with tumors, persons with massive dehydration from chronic diarrhea, and bodies with extensive fungal rashes. These are no longer common. The Ministry of Health, with foreign assistance, has devised a very tight protocol for identifying and treating people diagnosed with HIV, which reaches even to an area as remote as Matoso.

Change!  Hope!  A better future!  

How beautiful to see Lalmba’s part in it!


craigandjaneDo you remember the exciting offer last year, for a round-trip ticket to Kenya to stay at Hugh and Marty’s lovely villa along Lake Victoria? The lucky winners of that trip were Craig Fournier and Jane Difley.  Craig is a long-time Lalmba supporter from Boulder.  Craig and Jane enjoyed a week savoring the sunsets along the lake, meeting the community and Lalmba’s staff in this poor rural community of Matoso.  They also became fans of Kenya’s Tusker beer (no refrigeration necessary)!  Craig shares his impressions of visiting Lalmba’s children’s home which cares for 40 AIDS orphans.

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We arrived at 12 noon to the Ongoro children’s home near the Lalmba clinic. A quick tour of the separate boys’ and girls’ dormitories, each housing 20 children, showed us neat and austere bunk beds with 3 or 4 children to a room. Each bed was equipped with a mosquito net. The children’s clothes were very minimal but included the obligatory school uniform. Next we were treated to a music and dance performance that was very endearing and charming. Then each child introduced himself or herself. The most striking introduction was a 14-year-old girl who stated that she wanted to become an airline pilot. The great news was that she had a lofty dream. For without a dream, what can we become? We were left wondering if she had ever flown in an airplane, had any idea of what a pilot does or what it takes to become a pilot. We don’t know if this dream is attainable or not. However, I would not want to underestimate this young woman!   Maybe she will never become an airline pilot, but she can’t go far wrong by aiming high.  Without Lalmba she would undoubtedly never even have thought of such a goal.

AIDS in Kenya has wiped out the middle aged mothers and fathers in Kenya. This may not be news to you, but to see an orphanage of children who parents have died of this disease, brought the point home to us. What remains is overburdened extended families and sometimes no families at all. These children in the Ongoro Children’s home have lost their parents.  At Lalmba’s home, the children have a safe place to stay, adequate food, clothing and health care. Approximately half the children are HIV positive. As long as they keep taking medicine for this, they can be expected to lead normal lives.


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Do you remember the story of Posy a few newsletters ago, the little girl with epilepsy in Ethiopia who was abandoned by her family?  We received this letter from one of our young supporters, 9-year-old Joseph McLaughlin of Arlington, Virginia, after he read Posy’s story.

The tender hearted care and compassion from one child to another across the ocean touches us deeply.   May we all approach the suffering of our fellow man with such simple and heartfelt love.

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