Safara Trust

This April we are hoping to raise 200,000.00 to towards...

Wed, 11 Apr 2012 16:05:53 +0300

This April we are hoping to raise 200,000.00 to towards development projects that will be rolled out for the rest of 2012.

I still cry today

Mon, 21 Nov 2011 12:17:33 +0300

walashe:

I cried when you passed away. I still cry today. Although I love you dearly, I couldn’t make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest. God broke my heart to prove to me he only takes the best. Farah M. Adam , even in my joy I am always thinking about you , and wishing you were here to share this.

Photo

Fri, 02 Sep 2011 11:20:58 +0300

The Team

Strategising

Setting up

Walashe: Art for Afya - my Bengenge experience

Wed, 24 Aug 2011 21:43:31 +0300

Walashe: Art for Afya - my Bengenge experience:

walashe:

Art for Afya is an ingenious event created by the Afya Kenya Foundation and is held every last weekend of the month. This is not only a platform for artists to perform but proceeds of this amazing night go towards activities planned for by The Afya Kenya Foundation.

In support of Safara Trust…

Garissa-A Journey to Truth

Wed, 24 Aug 2011 21:42:00 +0300

Garissa. Where do I begin this tale of love at first sight between a forgotten people and myself? This story began a few weeks back when the Afya Kenya Foundation and Safara Trust came together with the firm resolve to break into previously unchartered territory for both organizations. Nasri and Cornelius, the Founders of the Safara Trust, and I, share a lot of beliefs; a firm belief in people, and people’s ability to determine the course of history, and the value of meaningful human interaction, plus the need for every person to live a life of dignity. And most importantly, a belief that for too long had we operated in our comfort zones. It was time to step outside of the box. It was time to get uncomfortable.

We left Nairobi on Friday afternoon weaving our way past the busy Thika Road traffic. Its splendor a testament to our beloved President’s resolve to leave a legacy that will resound in the annals of Kenyan history. This got me thinking about many things at once. First and foremost, it got me thinking about this word ‘Legacy’ and what it means. What will people say when you are gone? Have we done anything in life that will echo in eternity? In addition to this, it got me thinking of the value of time and how we spend it during this fleeting episode we call life. By the time we got to the beautiful Nomad hotel in Garissa town, I had plenty of questions. By the time we departed one day later, all were answered.

I have had the opportunity in the course of my work with the Foundation to meet a lot of people and see a lot of things. I have had the privilege of seeing astounding human development. I have had the good fortune to see progress. I have seen this in my home province Nyanza especially in the areas of health, infrastructure and economic advancement. And I sang the praises of our Government for this to all and sundry. Especially considering that for a long time, all this was nothing more than a pipe dream!

But on further soul searching, I realize that I must agree with Dante that the hottest places in hell are reserved for those who in a period of moral crisis maintain their neutrality. There comes a time when silence is betrayal. The truth of these words is beyond doubt. Even when pressed by the demands of inner truth, men do not easily take to opposing Government policy especially when it suits us. Nor does the human spirit move without great difficulty against all the apathy of conformist thought within our own bosom.

On this basis, the painful truth must be told. The Government has failed the people of North Eastern Kenya. Indeed, the Government has failed us all. For injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. Kenya, since our inception as a nation, has always attempted a grand experiment in compromise- a continued effort in striving to live by the time proven adage that every man cannot have his way in all things. Without this mutual disposition, we are disjointed individuals but not a society. Sadly, that is the case today. The rich get richer and the poor get poorer. We are more disjointed today than we ever were. Not in a violently morbid sense as was the case in 2007-2008, but in an even more significant human sense.

We, the privileged decision makers in Kenyan society, have grabbed everything at the table leaving not even a morsel for North Eastern. Why else can I count the women (out of the over 400 I interacted with) who can read and write on one hand!? Fourteen year olds married off. Twenty year olds with a brood of five children and no economic activity to feed them. Geriatrics bed-ridden for months with no hope in sight for deliverance. A single two-roomed dispensary serving a radius of 80 kilometers! Epileptics more common than educated women. Traditional birth attendants reigning in a kingdom of ignorance and poverty. And of course, famine! Some may argue culture. But remember, several African communities shared a lot of these cultural aspects and yet are not in the same dire situation. The statistics are available (Kenya Demographic and Health Survey 2008-2009) but I was told to write an article on my human experience. Well, my trip put a forlorn human face to the statistics, bar graphs and pie charts. I shed a tear.

The trip to Garissa for me was similar to that of the biblical Paul, formerly known as Saul, to Damascus. I had an epiphany in the tundra of Charidende & Nanigi and my eyes were opened. I began to realize just how small I am in the grand scheme of things. I began to see just how big the challenges facing North Eastern are. And, as Paul did, I realized that I must stop the persecution of God’s children. I must stop this persecution of systematic neglect. The giant triplets of ignorance, disease and conflict continue to ravage our people as we prioritize super highways in our cities is not just. A national budget that spends more on the military than on the basic needs of the far flung communities cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love.

I therefore call upon you for a greater fellowship amongst Kenyans. A fellowship pegged on humanity. A revolution of values. We need to develop an overriding loyalty to mankind as a whole. A loyalty that lifts our concern beyond tribe, race, class and origin. A concept often dismissed as weak and cowardly. I oppose our Government’s policies because I love Kenya. I speak out against these disparities not in anger but in anxiety and with sorrow in my heart but above all with a passionate desire to see our country stand as a moral example to the world. I speak out because I am disappointed with Kenya. There can be no great disappointment where there is no great love.

Martin Luther King Jr said: “My Bible tells me that Good Friday comes before Easter. Before the crown we wear, the cross we must bear. We must bear it for truth. We must bear it for justice.” And thus, I have not lost faith because the arc of the moral universe is long but it bends towards justice. We can overcome!

Noah Oduwo Akala

Afya Kenya Foundation

“We Got Balls” Initiative – Garissa Edition

Thu, 11 Aug 2011 13:12:26 +0300

When I got a request to do a football donation trip to Garissa, I didn’t know what to expect. Garissa is a town I’d never visited before and the only thing I knew about it was that it could get pretty hot out there. So once again the “We Got Balls’ initiative decided to rally support from friends and family to fund the purchase of football kits.

Donations were made and the kit was bought and then eventually we set out for Garissa. Past Mwingi at Ukasi is a border sort of police post which basically announces, “You’re now leaving Kenya,” well that’s the feel I got because such barriers you only see them at border points. This highway might I add must be the safest on earth by virtue of the number of police road blocks. Anyway I digress.

About 5hours later we were received by Mr. Mohamed, (who insists on being called Moha) is a gentleman who has given himself to serve the people in disadvantaged areas of Garissa and when I say disadvantaged I am putting it lightly. One thing you must do in Garissa is drink lots of water because the heat is crazy if you are not used to it. But that’s just the point, there is no water. Most if not all water points were dry to the point of women sitting on the road stopping any passing car to ask if they have water. Mr. Mohamed or “Abo” as he is referred to by close ones, tells me that it’s the norm, people covers distances of over 20km in search of water everyday. Then I go back to why I’m here and question myself is it a question of wrong priorities? Maybe the “We Got Balls” initiative should have brought something else not football kit. I question if the kids can even play under these conditions.

We get to the first school, Charidende Primary School, and the reception is warmer that the temperatures outside. I am not much on speeches so I’m glad I don’t have to give any and the kit is distributed. The kids wear them proudly and I click away on my camera, too overwhelmed at the joy on their faces from something I consider “small” but clearly it means a lot to them. We do the same in the next school, Bilbil primary School and each time I say to myself, we might not be able to give them everything they need, but “We Got Balls” can give what we’ve got; balls. And so we give the balls we have to an institution that actually humbles me, Young Muslim Association Children’s home. An institution with a very rich history and a very humbling one at that that is home to over 800kids who depend on good will if they are to complete basic education. It always impresses me what happens the moment you throw a ball in the middle of kids.

The smiles inspired by the reception on new football kits

Young Muslims Football Team

Now there is talk of starting a local league in Garissa, just from one visit. Makes me wonder how much more they can do if offered the opportunity. Garissa is a good town, I didn’t hear any bombs explode or bullets miss my ear, maybe it was just a good day for us, or maybe the fear for this place is overrated, I think the latter. One person can’t change the world, but two people can. On behalf of the “We Got Balls” initiative I would like to thank Safara Trust for the invite to Garissa, it was more than just a trip to share our love for sports but it was a humbling experience that we wouldn’t hesitate to have again.

Unforgettable. I encourage you all to check out Safara Trust on face book and on www.safaratrust.org for more information on what they are doing. Great work and we at “We Got Balls” wish you all the best in your upcoming medical camp on the 20^th of august 2011. Support Safara Trust if you can, they are doing their bit and you don’t know how much even a little good luck message can do.

Of course my deepest gratitude goes to my friends and family for the support. The “We Got Balls” initiative wouldn’t be if it wasn’t for you. You might love the last minute rush, but the fact that you actually “rush” is enough for me. I wish we could all have gone together but there’s next time right?

Don’t tire. God bless your big hearts and let’s go give them what we got balls.

Larry Asego

The mind and muscle behind Safara Trust at the Art for Afya...

Mon, 01 Aug 2011 09:27:00 +0300

The mind and muscle behind Safara Trust at the Art for Afya fund-raising event

Keeping the memories Alive , Captain Farah M Adam

Thu, 28 Jul 2011 11:49:05 +0300

Keeping the memories Alive , Captain Farah M Adam

a wish, a dream The Matagala Story

Wed, 27 Jul 2011 22:19:00 +0300

Barely a year ago, the residents of this sparsely populated settlement close to Bura town used a semi-permament mud structure that was falling apart as a mosque (they predominantly profess to the Islamic faith). This pitifully dilapidated edifice summed up the living standards in the area that by any measure would be considered deplorable. Safara Trust with the help of well-wishers set out to remedy this situation by building a permanent mosque out of stone which was completed and officially opened last July on the 29th.

The old and the new mosques in Matagala

This June we made the long trip along the dusty clearance that passes for a road in this parts to check on the mosque and find out in which ways in we could lend a helping hand. In my honest opinion before going there the environment, specifically trees or lack thereof, would be their chief concern seeing that the area falls in ASALs (Arid and Semi-Arid Lands). The trees we passed along the ‘road’ should have been a clue to the contrary.

Upon discussion with the locals, most of whom seemed to literally emerging from nowhere after hearing the car, we quickly found out a more dire situation present in the area; the despicable healthcare facilities barely accessible to them. They spoke of the 25km they must cover on foot to get to the nearest clinic which is hardly stocked with medical supplies or staffed with medical personnel. The have a alternative clinic that is a mere 4km away. However, one must cross the expansive River Tana to get to it which in itself is a treacherous journey, especially if one is taking her ill children whom them must carry across.

This situation is mirrored all over North Eastern Province because the delivery of healthcare to nomads in Kenya has serious shortcomings. Only only 42% of there entire population currently has access to any health services at all. Matagala has very poor health indicators with the immunisation coverage falling far below the national average. The lack of maternal health services is associated with higher pregnancy related morbidity and mortality rates; very few pregnant women are attended to by skilled health workers during delivery.

Needless to say, our priorities were quickly realigned and new focus was born; one that could go a long way in improving the lives of this small community in this remote place known as Matagala.

Cornelius Okello

Making every bit count

Mon, 25 Jul 2011 01:06:27 +0300

Two months ago , we begun to ask friends through facebook, twitter and random phone calls to donate clothes and things they did not need around the house for those less fortunate. The response was so positive that this past week, we realised we would no longer have room to store it all.

The need for these things was not hundreds of Kilometers away but within Nairobi itself. Through a friend of Safara Trust Mr Olunga Otieno we managed to identify 5 families in need and within Kayole, in the Nairobi Area.

We met in the middle of town , our little band of three, to again try in our own way save the world. The drive took us out of the traffic filled streets to the outskirts of the city.

The houses became smaller and our only access to the families was through a narrow street that served as a local market.Maneuvering through the stalls , careful not to touch anyone or drive over anything was a fete in itself. We were met with the curious faces of the lovely children who live in this three storied flat in Kayole. The narrow entrance way was nothing like the big hearts that we were about to meet that afternoon.

They were all single mothers with an average of 3 children, living in a one-roomed house. With all of us inside there was no room to sit, but still they welcomed us with such warmth that touched us a great deal. In spite of their obvious struggle, they lived in a state of joyful acceptance , living to make sure their children went through school. Inspiring is an understatement.

In total we managed to donate 12 bags of flour, a bag of diapers , some baby clothes, and a host of other clothes that we had managed to receive. We touched the lives of 20 people. With the little we have.

As we left to waves from little hands and large smiles, we could not help but think this is what it means to have everybit count.

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Sun, 24 Jul 2011 23:54:08 +0300

Women lining up for water in Bura

Sat, 23 Jul 2011 22:50:00 +0300

Women lining up for water in Bura

when Safara Trust built a mosque (and planted trees)

Thu, 14 Jul 2011 11:32:09 +0300

Bura mosque

Inside the mosque

Inside the mosque

The mango tress outside the mosque

The watering team

Watering

The mosque...a year later (old and new)

when Safara Trust built a mosque (and planted trees)

Ahead of Ramadhan this year, we have be blessed to donate 30...

Wed, 13 Jul 2011 13:13:33 +0300

Ahead of Ramadhan this year, we have be blessed to donate 30 copies of the Holy Quran to various Mosques in the Bura area.

We pray Insha’Allah that all the people who can now read a copy get spiritual nourishment.

Making everybit count.

"Deeds without sincerity are like a traveler who carries in his water-jug dirt. The carrying of it..."

Tue, 12 Jul 2011 11:28:12 +0300

““Deeds without sincerity are like a traveler who carries in his water-jug dirt. The carrying of it burdens him and it brings no benefit.””

- ~Ibnul Qayyim –(rahimahullaah)

With the generous support of Larry Asego and other well wishers...

Tue, 12 Jul 2011 09:38:24 +0300

No 12

Goal Keeper

With the generous support of Larry Asego and other well wishers we are kitting out Charidende Football , Bura. We hope to be going to take the kits in August this year. A big thank you to everyone who has pledged money and their time to take the kit to the team.

He loved his Ray bans!

Tue, 12 Jul 2011 09:19:43 +0300

He loved his Ray bans!

Piled on the back of a truck are 20 desks headed to Galle...

Mon, 11 Jul 2011 15:43:00 +0300

Piled on the back of a truck are 20 desks headed to Galle Nursery school in Bura. When we last visited the school the children aged between 4 and 7 were seated on the ground each listening intently to the teacher who came in to teach them their ABCs. We hope that this will make their days alot more comfortable.

"The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said “No wealth diminishes through charity,"

Mon, 11 Jul 2011 11:39:20 +0300

“The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said “No wealth diminishes through charity,””

- [Hadith - Muslim] (via walashe)

a wish, a dream The Bilbil story

Sat, 09 Jul 2011 22:10:00 +0300

This is a typical classroom in Bilbil Primary School in Bura, a school exemplifying the educational situation in most of North Eastern Province as well as parts of Coastal Province in Kenya. There is a failure in the education system in these areas with poor performances in national examinations becoming synonymous with schools from the region.

Three problem areas in the education system in the area have been identified and can be summarised into three categories; lack of books, lack of classrooms and lack of any reason for going to school. This is further empathised by startling statistics of over 80% women and 60% of men living in North Eastern province having no education at all.

According to the 1999 census, around 14% of children in Kenya over the age of five had never attended school. However, in Coastal Province this number was almost 24%, while in North Eastern Province it was much higher at 59%. Children in these regions face serious educational barriers, and girls have even lower enrolment rates than the average. In North Eastern Province, only 32% of total enrolment is made up of girls.

Still amidst such odds stacked highly against them, at least one of the students here keeps the faith and dares to dream. A simple dream, one that most of us may take for granted but that means the world to him. A dream that can become a reality if you and I can chip in and make a difference in a little way we can by offering any form of assistance at our disposal. Let’s show these young ones we have heart.

Safara Trust

This April we are hoping to raise 200,000.00 to towards...

I still cry today

Photo

Walashe: Art for Afya - my Bengenge experience

Garissa-A Journey to Truth

“We Got Balls” Initiative – Garissa Edition

The mind and muscle behind Safara Trust at the Art for Afya...

Keeping the memories Alive , Captain Farah M Adam

a wish, a dream *The Matagala Story*

Making every bit count

Photo

Women lining up for water in Bura

when Safara Trust built a mosque (and planted trees)

Ahead of Ramadhan this year, we have be blessed to donate 30...

"Deeds without sincerity are like a traveler who carries in his water-jug dirt. The carrying of it..."

With the generous support of Larry Asego and other well wishers...

He loved his Ray bans!

Piled on the back of a truck are 20 desks headed to Galle...

"The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said “No wealth diminishes through charity,"

a wish, a dream *The Bilbil story*

a wish, a dream The Matagala Story

a wish, a dream The Bilbil story