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.

GIVE HOPE TODAY

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

APPLY ONLINE TODAY!

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!

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.

$1000

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.

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 11^th one is behind the camera).  With our tight budget we typically only support students through the 8^th 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!

LEARN MORE ABOUT OUR CHILDREN'S PROGRAMS

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

GET IT HERE!

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!

‘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 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.

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.

Donate Today

Be one of the first to get one of Gloria's necklaces.

or via check in the mail:

1000 Corey Street, Longmont, Co. 80501

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:

Dave McLure

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.

Wanda McLure

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!

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Do 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.

Craig Fournier

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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DON’T FORGET!

by Jeff James

Thorn bushes fortified with vines fenced the compound, a homestead once occupied by a vibrant and strong Luo family.  Standing as corner posts like castle sentries, jacaranda trees adorned in purple blossoms radiate harmony and distract from recent memories of death.  The shells of vacated houses lay heaped in broken piles around the courtyard, like figurative burial mounds, cluttering the grounds and serving as grim reminders that a tragedy has occurred; one that could have been prevented, perhaps.

But one house remains standing.  With 4 mud walls, 10 feet across and 6 feet tall, capped with a rusted tin roof, this is the home of Gladys Onyango, a grandmother well over 80 years old with 11 beautiful grandchildren (9 pictured), ages 6 to 15, all of whom are orphans.

When we arrived, Gladys was resting in her plastic chair under the eaves of the roof, a cool sliver of respite from the mid-day sun.  A cluster of children played in the dry earth, kicking a soccer ball made of plastic bags and string. A few chickens pecked about the dirt in search of a tasty insect. When Gladys saw us pull up in the Land Cruiser, she picked up her chair, nodded at us, and ducked under the roof, disappearing into the darkness of her home. The children stopped playing and followed her inside. This was their home too, and we had been officially welcomed.

It was a poorly lit house with a shiny dirt floor polished smooth by bare feet and daily sweeping. It was tidy. Crudely made benches lined one wall, and baskets and pans hung from the ceiling in the corners, displayed like utilitarian artwork, unintentional yet inspired.  In the middle of the house, a wall divided the sleeping from the living quarters.  I stood there, peering into the dark room of slumber and tried to imagine how 12 people could sleep in a space so small.  I imagined a heap of bodies, comfortably intertwined, feeling safe, loved, and dreaming of happier days, days before the family shattered.  Life can explode sometimes, but our desire to love and connect will always reveal a path back to wholeness.

All the adults sat down, and the children stood around.  We shared our stories and a sobering cup of conversation. Tea would have been offered, were there any, but you see, Gladys is the sole guardian of these children, having lost her family:  3 sons, their 6 wives, her husband and 2 sister wives, to AIDS.  Polygamy no doubt contributes to the spread of HIV here, but there are hopeful signs that monogamy is becoming the norm among a younger generation of Luo.

Food for the Onyango family is scarce, and the children are often hungry.  With her age, the responsibility of providing for 11 children is more than Gladys can handle. Farming and pulling fishing nets from the lake had been her life’s work, but now it’s difficult. All of the children help, sharing the burden of responsibility, but they are also all in school — a blessing and a mark of pride for the Onyango clan.  Everyone knows that education can bring liberation; in every impoverished community there’s a legend of the smart one who got away.  The Onyango kids have a chance, not an easy one, for their path out of poverty has many obstacles.

Lalmba helps Gladys and her grandchildren by providing some basic assistance, and a community center where they can turn for support. The children are enrolled in Lalmba’s children’s program, and receive school support, health care, and supplemental nutrition. The services are basic, but they are lifesaving and empowering.   Gladys’ grandchildren have heard the inspirational stories of former Lalmba orphans, real legends, to inspire them with a sense of purpose and hope. (See “Gift of Hope” below)

If one searches long enough through a rubbish heap, a treasure will be found. That treasure gives hope, and sometimes it’s just the catalyst one needs to rebuild life.  And so, I think, from those broken homes, those mounds of despair that clutter the Onyango homestead, a castle should be built, and within it, a happy, intact family should live.  And “from the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.” – J.R.R. Tolkien

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Romeo Rodriguez, Chiri Health Center Project Director, enjoys his time at the Chiri Children’s Home.

Reflections From a Lalmba Volunteer

by Romeo Rodriguez

I have been a volunteer in other countries including Uganda and my own Guatemala, and there is always that feeling of wanting to do all you can and more for the people, and always that sense of fulfillment at the end of the day, even after a rough day.  Working in Lalmba-Chiri Health Center has been no different and also a significant enriching and growing experience.  Not only because of the length of my stay in rural Ethiopia but for the tremendous impact that Lalmba has had in Chiri and the whole area, and all the challenges that have been there and that are implicit to the job.  Those could be from making tough decisions when dealing with local health authorities, or local staff, to having to drive a patient at 4:00 am to Bonga Hospital, when our driver is unreachable, or picking up a delivering mother with complications from one of the surrounding villages.

My heart beats fast as the woman screams and I’m not sure whether to drive faster or slower over the bumpy roads of our area.  Sometimes it happens that the woman begins labor in the middle of the journey and I have to stop.  Then the time seems to run slowly as I worry about the health of both mother and baby.  But thanks to our wonderful staff, the accompanying nurse attends her well and then we proceed to the health center with an extra healthy passenger.

Sometimes after the end of regular working hours I like to go down to the Children’s Home where they always make me smile and laugh, especially the little ones when they run to greet me.  I think they like me and I’m so glad because I truly love them.  I dream about their future, about the dreams of their own and I know that the good memories of growing together with everything they need and with the love and care of their home in Chiri will remain with them forever.

It often happens that when I walk in Chiri or even Bonga town I hear people murmuring “Lalmba” and it makes me think about the many different stories I have heard from people who have been saved or cured at the health center, or how they’ve been supported through other Lalmba programs.  And then I think about Hugh and Marty.  I wonder if they dreamed about having this great impact in different ways for so many people in Africa.  And I feel honored and grateful for having the chance to do my small contribution to this program, for growing and learning together with local and expatriate staff, and for being part of this family and this wonderful story; not just a story of aid but the story of love that is Lalmba.

Romeo and Tafesse have made a great team running Lalmba Ethiopia.

Romeo’s 2-year term with Lalmba ends in January 2017.  His quiet, strong model of leadership has allowed him to make lifelong friends in the community while also making difficult decisions on a daily basis.  We have been blessed to have him in this role, and we are dusting off a space for him in the Lalmba Hall of Fame.

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Gift of Hope:  

A Letter from a former Lalmba orphan

by Kenneth O. Odida

The four years after the death of my father seemed a lifetime! I still look back and wonder how I managed to wade through successfully. I was only a 6-year-old innocent soul, hardly understood a thing.

At the time Lalmba came into my life, my education had reached a dead end. I was only in class four, and my grandmother, with whom I stayed, already could not afford to pay my school fees. The fee wasn’t much though, only about $3 a year. I remember the school principal allowing me to stay in class when others who couldn’t pay their fees were sent home. I did not know for how long he was going to excuse me from paying fees.

One thing I thank God for is the gift of hope. Despite the challenges we faced at home, I always remained at the top of my class. The big dreams my father inculcated in me just wouldn’t go away. Staying with my grandmother, we would often go without food. We didn’t have soap to do our washing nor have a proper bath. At some point, my friends at school would tease me that I was the dirtiest of all. And we would laugh about it, because they too were not clean.

Although my mom had passed on three years earlier when I was 3, it was dad’s death that brought me face-to-face with hardship. Somehow, he had managed to seal the hole left by my mom’s death. He would walk me to school before leaving for work, a rare thing for village kids those days.

I joined Lalmba’s Ongoro Children’s Home in August 1999; I was in class 4 then. At last I had gotten a home where food was not a problem, and clothing not a challenge. With my basic needs taken care of, I could now concentrate on my studies. I used my time at Ongoro to shape my future. I would occasionally be the translator when western volunteers came to work. It was a rare opportunity to interact with educated people from other countries and cultures.

I worked hard and finished grade 8 in a first position, and then proceeded to high school, fully sponsored by Lalmba. In a few years’ time, I would start my undergraduate course in pharmacy and finally become a man in the society. All of my accomplishments are courtesy of Lalmba, and Hugh Downey’s noble idea.

The Downeys are old people now, aging gracefully in their Nyagiribe home in Kenya. But their little work in Africa has had tremendous impact on my life, and on lives of many others. Today, I work for the government of Kenya as a hospital pharmacist. I graduated with a PharmD in December 2013, and plan to enroll for MPH (Masters in Public Health) pretty soon. I’m so glad that Lalmba supported me to exploit my gift of hope and turn my life around!

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Sights from our African Journeys

by Jeff James

Evance Chieng dreams of going to college. The honor of being the first in his family to do so is a bragging right few in his community can boast. His grandmother, Rujina Abusa, reminds him often how proud his parents would be (had they survived the HIV epidemic) of his success.  Thinking of them, and his grandmother who has suffered the loss of 6 children to the same disease, encourages him to work harder. Her smile and determination inspire him to persevere.

This year is a critical year for Evance.  He is in 8^th grade, and will graduate from Lalmba’s children’s program at the end of this year.  Unless he qualifies for one of our coveted scholarships for secondary or trade school, his scholastic career ends soon. Fishing is his backup plan. It’s the practical path that most young men choose from this lakeside community.

Knowing the odds are slim and the competition steep, Evance seems unconcerned.  He believes with all his heart that this time next year he will begin high school.

Sadly, less than 10% of the children in our program are able to continue with formal education beyond 8^th grade.  Why is that?  Well, mainly it’s the prohibitive cost for families living on less than a dollar a day.  School fees are not even a consideration. Primary education costs about $40 per year, and secondary school is about $300 per year, way out of reach!  Scholarships are few.  Evance and 100 other 8^th graders will compete for Lalmba’s 30 coveted scholarships.  30 is not a magical number; it’s simply what we can afford, as we focus on primary education for almost 1000 younger students.  We’d love to provide a scholarship to high school for each child who qualifies.

In fact, when I was there in January, our Children’s Director in Kenya introduced me to 8 students who qualified for a Lalmba scholarship, but because their test scores were marginally lower than their peers, Lalmba did not have scholarship budget for them.  I felt for those 8 students. They are smart children, ambitious in their hopes, tireless in their work.  It would be unjust to extinguish their dream so soon, I thought, tossing them to labor on the lake before they’ve had a real chance to break away and heal their families, families trapped in a cycle of perpetual poverty.

We have to make some very difficult decisions sometimes in this work; decisions that could have generational ramifications for a family. We’re a small organization with limited resources, and we take pride in our philosophy of doing the most good with little. But for these 8 kids, we made the decision to increase our fundraising by $2400 for the next 4 years and give them the opportunity to change the course of their lives. That’s a commitment I feel good about making.

High school in America is an opportunity we take for granted. It’s a birthright in our minds. But for these kids, a high school education is a rare opportunity. And if given the chance, not a lesson will be squandered, nor a class missed. These students know what’s at stake.

When we told them that they would, after all, receive a scholarship, a breathless silence filled the room, and then it lit up with unbridled joy!  If the energy of happiness could be harnessed and sold to the highest bidder, that moment would have been worth a billion dollars, and our perpetual budget woes would be over. But happiness’s value is not monetary; it’s more meaningful than that.  And although the moment was fleeting, a sense of hope now shines prominently in their minds. The family story can be altered; a happy ending is once again possible.

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As we begin a new year setting new goals, we want to keep you, our generous supporters, informed.

In 2015 our operating budget was $552,000, and we raised about $565,000.  It was the most financially healthy year for Lalmba since 2008. Because of that and because of your generosity last year, we were able to increase funding to our microloan program by $10,000, helping more needy families start small businesses to get on the path to independence.  And, of course, with our addition of scholarships for these 8 deserving kids, our budget this year is $565,000, to the dollar of what we raised last year. How’s that for running a lean, sustainable program?

Please keep us in your prayers and help us when you’re able to fulfill our mission of providing hope through opportunity.

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By Jeff James

When I saw the tears fall in great drops upon the table, creating craters of dust and dark marks on the stained wood, I knew I had asked the wrong question. I wanted to know if she remembered the day her father walked her from her home in the lowlands of southwestern Ethiopia to the highland rainforests of Chiri, and then left her there, alone. Forever.

She remembered, and her tears told the whole story. There were no further details necessary. Posy’s life, all 9 years of it, has been a tragic series of abandonment.

Posy was born to the nomadic, warrior tribe of the Menit people, pastoralists roaming the lower Omo river valley.  Around the age of 5 or 6 Posy suffered her first epileptic seizure. As a result, her siblings were no longer allowed to play with her, and she was forced to sleep outside. Her parents were concerned that a curse may have been put upon their family.

The frequency of her seizures increased, and her parents determined there must be evil at work. I’ve heard horror stories of epileptics thrown into rivers to drown or be devoured by crocodiles, or tied to a tree and left to die. But Posy’s family had compassion for her and chose to leave her in a bustling town with a fistful of money (about $5), a hundred of miles from her home, and among people whose language she didn’t speak.  She was 7 years old then, and by the grace of God, that town was Chiri.

Her money lasted but a few days and the nights were cold and scary. But one afternoon, while Posy was begging in the street, mercy showed her face.  Posy met a woman who took pity on her and offered a job fetching water and cleaning. In exchange for service, Posy received one meal a day and a corner inside to sleep. But then another seizure gripped her, terrifying the woman.

The woman was convinced that what she witnessed was nothing short of evil, and evil was not welcome in her home. And so Posy returned to the streets to beg.

Eventually Posy met a nurse who understood epilepsy, and who offered her servant work in exchange for food, but not shelter. She could sleep in the yard or in the cow shed. But Posy’s seizures continued and one day, while cooking over an open fire, she convulsed and toppled right into it.  She couldn’t extract herself until the tremors ended, and by then, her burns were severe. The nurse cleaned and dressed her wounds as best she could and sent her to rest under a shade tree. After a few days, however, her wounds became terribly infected and the smell of burned flesh irritated the nurse. It was an intolerable odor. And so, yet again, Posy was sent away with nothing but the shredded clothes that clung to her body, and a fever that shook her to the core.

She was found by a Lalmba employee, lying in a ditch, confused, and close to death. She was admitted into our hospital where her burns were treated, she was cleaned and given high doses of antibiotics. But the damage was bad, really bad, and surgery was needed to restore use of her arm. The infection needed advanced care that we couldn’t provide. We took her to the Missionaries of Charity in Addis Ababa, truly a place where saints flock to cure and comfort the sick and dying. It was her best hope of surviving, and after 4 months of surgery and recovery, she healed perfectly.  She’s badly scarred, but she is strong and able-bodied. The sisters sent her back to Chiri, a town where she had no home, no family, and only one friend, Lalmba.

A home she found in Lalmba’s orphanage, and at the age of 9, she will begin the 1^st grade in just a couple of weeks. She has a bed inside a house with windows and doors and a roof that doesn’t leak, and on her bed she has Tweety Bird sheets. She wakes up to breakfast and a routine that values education and hard work, and accepts her for who she is. And yet, I know, when she closes her eyes at night, she imagines her next step, when all this goodness is over and the bed once again is the street. She can’t possibly believe the horrors are gone; life can’t be that good. But it is, by the grace of God, it is. Posy, through a tragic path, a perilous route, found safety and shelter in a home that will never expel her, one that will nourish her with love and acceptance.  It’s too soon for her to believe it’s real; but I looked into her tear-filled eyes, and I held her scarred hand, and I promised her, this home, this family of orphans and castoffs, is just like her, and like them, she will never be sent away.

That is a promise I intend to keep.

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Understanding Poverty

By Hillary James

The students in Dr. Colleen Fenno’s freshman writing class at Concordia University in Wisconsin haven’t thought much about world poverty before.  Colleen, a Lalmba supporter, partners with Lalmba each semester to give her students a first-hand education in what it means to be one of the millions living in extreme poverty.  Each semester Hillary skypes with the students to tell them about Lalmba’s work in Africa.  Colleen then asks her students to perform one task in solidarity—either washing their clothes by hand for 2 days, carrying 10 pounds on their head for 1 mile, or eating only rice and beans for 48 hours—-then write about it. Below are some of the comments from her students after their experience:

“Although I already knew I was fortunate just to live in the United States, this walk further imprinted in my mind just how lucky I am. Unlike those in developing countries I wasn’t walking for my survival, but instead for a college class. I am not only fortunate enough not to have to walk to get my water, but I also am able to attend college. This is more than most people would even dream of in a developing country.”

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“So, I picked out the clothes I wore from Friday and Saturday and brought it back up with me to wash by hand. As I walked back up to the bathroom on my floor I stopped in my room to grab dish soap.  I scrubbed my clothes and rung out the soap. Afterwards, I walked back to my room and decided to hang my clothes by the window to dry. Later that night, I flipped them over so the other side could dry.  It took me a while to wash what I wore from the past two days, and I got water all over myself. Doing this challenge helped me realize I should not take simple things, like washer and  dryer machines, laundry detergent (Tide pods), and fabric softener, for granted.

Before completing this challenge, I complained about having to walk down two flights of stairs just to get to the laundry room.  

 Now I know that I am lucky that I am able and fortunate enough to walk those stairs and throw my clothes in a machine that will clean my clothes for me. Manually washing clothes and having to find a spot to place them to dry was not simple. “Living below the line” helped me realize so many things I take for granted, and I am glad that I was challenged with this experience.“

 

 

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A New Partner in Health

By Hillary James

It is hard for us to fathom the hardship for the sick in Ethiopia to reach adequate medical care.  Agaro Bushi, a tiny village 4 hours’ walk from Lalmba’s health center, is a place without electricity, water, or an adequate road to reach the outside world.  A health clinic there was started by Ruth Brogini, the wife of the former Swiss ambassador to Ethiopia and the director of an organization called SAED (www.saedetiopia.org). Since its inception, the clinic has been a first stop for the sick.  If the illness is significant, the patient must travel the 4 hours by mule to reach Lalmba’s Chiri Health Center.  There are several river crossings, one with a single log acting as a bridge, and harrowing hills with steep slopes.

Ruth has been struggling to keep the clinic open, challenged by her inability to manage from Switzerland.  Last year, Lalmba partnered with Ruth to provide the oversight for the clinic with weekly visits from Lalmba’s volunteers in Chiri, while SAED provides the funding, and a new ambulance for Lalmba’s use.  When the road is too bad for a vehicle, we strap medicines and equipment onto mules’ backs to carry them to Agaro Bushi.

The last time I visited Agaro Bushi, a woman 34 weeks pregnant came to the clinic saying she had not felt her baby move for some days.  Susan Botarelli, our expat public health director, realized the baby had died and the woman would require a transfer to a hospital.  The woman’s husband arranged for a mule, and he and his brother walked alongside the patient up and down mud-slick roads, across precarious creek crossings, 4 hours until we reached Lalmba’s vehicle.  The woman stoically lay down in the back of the Land Cruiser for the bumpy ride to Chiri, knowing all along that her almost full-term baby was most certainly dead.  Her husband stroked her face, whispering reassurances as they spent the day trying to reach medical care.  I will always remember her strength in the face of despair, and her stoicism in the arduous journey to reach our clinic.  Without Lalmba’s involvement, Ruth had considered closing the clinic, given its remoteness and the difficulties in managing it.  Lalmba’s expertise in managing rural African health clinics now has a new opportunity to provide good primary health care to a very needy population! We are so pleased to have a new partner in doing what we do best, being a source of health for those in the world who need it most.

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Sights from our African Journeys

 

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SALAD TONGS!

These hand-crafted beauties from Kenya with beaded handles, ergonomically designed, will add a touch of elegance to your holiday meals.  They also make great gifts! Who wouldn’t want a pair of these to uniquely grace their kitchen table?

But, don’t be fooled, these are no ordinary pair of salad tongs. 

Their versatility will amaze you!        

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