Elephant Project

“What if we brought Bethany and Anika together in a project that would be mutually beneficial to people in two different countries?”

Clean as Rain

The garments I wear now are already sticking to my skin and soaked through with sweat and grime in several places. Both my younger sisters would love a chance to splash around in the old plastic tub we found in the rubbage heap awhile back, washing the filth and grime away and getting rid of that
all-persistent stink that clings to our clothes.

On the Streets

When she finished her routine, the chanting and jeering continued for some time before they figured out that she had finished with her street act. Almost sullenly, the crowd broke up, mostly men, and continued with the business that had brought them…

Sewage Cleaner to Carpenter

Sawdust littered the concrete floor and filled the home with a pleasant, woody scent. The man and his wife set the door upright and with help from them fitted it to the as-yet empty doorway. Now his neighbors would have a door that could latch in place every night and during the day when they worked.

Dangerous Trip

Each morning, before the sun touched the sky, she placed the jar on her head and made the trip from her home to the nearest well. Often, she would travel with other women from the village, but today, she was alone.

Letters from School

“Here I get good food, care and high-quality education that will give me a good career. My life would have been different if I had not been called by them to the school.”

Wani’s Hope

“What will happen to her after this year?” That was her mother. “I don’t know,” replied her father. “We were fortunate that this kindergarten school was open to her. Most are not, and even those that might allow our people charge so high that we would never be able to pay.”

Short Changed

Vanti checked her remaining coin and slowly counted up the total before removing five from her hand. That was all she had left except for the two still clutched tightly in her fist.

Holistic Transformation

His tone changed as he said this last, growing sharper. “Don’t deny it. You’re one of them. We don’t serve your kind here. Get out!” Somwati’s lip trembled as she turned away, but she did not cry.

A Child Changed

“Watch out Nana!” Her father bellowed as the six-year-old rushed through the doorway, nearly bowling over her mother and father in her energetic haste. Her clothes were all amok, and her dark hair streaked with sand. A bright smile lit her face.