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15/08/2010 Yesterday I unveiled Mdogo Mom would be my African name: ADISA.

Days earlier he had promised to put me an African name because I was already one of his daughters. When she said with a smile worthy of being described as "magnificent" - that my Adisa name would, I felt so honored that my soul the limits of my skin were falling short, someone, do not know who he was inflating it without weighing the consequences, that something, somehow, had sought my heart accelerate due to the overwhelming emotion at the borders of my body decayed.

I am very proud to have made it this far, I am happy living in Africa and have the opportunity to share with these people, I feel quite uplifted because they make me feel like a member of the family.

Sometimes I wish I had the power stop time, to live the moments as if they were to be forever in my memory, without the fade time without hugs from oblivion, with no touch of new experiences, with them there, lived, frozen in those files that could go when so desired.

even, perhaps, that's my pure reason to write these lines today, you and I read. I decided to build my own time machine, waiting, or rather almost praying that in twenty years I repent of my bad qualities to describe the unforgettable moments, but even more so when it comes to describing as unprecedented feeling, so quickly emotions.

And yes, I ask God to give me the wisdom to understand what I have come to understand here, to learn what they know in two decades and, above all, never forget that within so much pain there is a unique core-only to be huge-called love.

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ADISA Mdogo

30/08/2010. Mom

Mdogo is a nurse who has devoted much of his life to helping those in need, although obviously feel special devotion to the children.

mom's real name Mdogo - Who, by the way, and I tell Mom, like all children of the orphanage, is Rose. Rose must have been about fifty years old, thick texture is very high, however, his best attribute is that wonderful smile that engages the mischievous look of a woman accomplice of goodness at its finest. She is married to a man who in his youth was a soldier of the Republic, Alfred.

At home, host Alfred Rose and three children and a teenager, Moses, Ian, Jackie and Devora. On the other hand, have, or I know-to four biological children, including twin girls.

Initially the building where it belonged Happy Home Alfred's family, the husband of Rose, who, incidentally, in his childhood was also an orphan. When

Alfred and Rose received the proposal for the creation of an orphanage in the town of Stellah, both agreed to donate, or rather, to allow its installation in the building that had once been a hospital, which closed for lack of budget.

Honestly I must say that if I had the power to nominate someone for the Nobel Peace Prize, that person would Mdogo Mom.

To describe adjective does not take much since the start, would be using the largest and most honorable of them: Love

and eye, not just about talk of love that Mrs. Rose passed, it is to have her around, to feel, is a wonderful aura that I hope will be life ... So it is looking at directly in the eye and find love, peace, respect and wisdom of a good woman. It's about knowing that you're standing right in front of a human being with moral values \u200b\u200band that you do not win just by living for a while so many live a long time, or just spending money for an improvement to short term ... is about making a difference, to give their lives for a cause ... to breathe knowing there are others who need your help to breathe easy. It is trying to change the world for good, but the world itself is not tired of whisper that it is impossible.

So my honorary prize-nobel-peace, is for Mdogo Mom, for believing in the future in which many have stopped believing.

God bless.

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the nurse at home

15/08/2010

As here I have a safe place to store food, I decided to buy cookies, pasta, small cakes and other things. As Aska Afandi and pass it up and down with me, always are asking me food, or tell me they are hungry, to give them ... "I do what I can do? Consent to this!

Once I came to tell you that in Venezuela we have a good word to describe the tendency to eat a lot without really hungry ... "Lambusia" I said, and are now lambusia all the time saying to each other; however, Afandi always ends up crying, and the truth is that we all know, even herself, that takes the prize for most lambusia.

;   Aska y Afandi gastandose mi polvo para la cara

Cuando ellas están es ese toma y dame, me cuesta mucho contener la risa para reprenderlas, porque es super cómico, además como lo dicen, calladitas, como cuando sé es cómplice de lo indebido.

Por otro lado, desde que estoy viviendo en la casa de Alfred y Rose he preparado pasta dos veces, y les encanta.

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                                                                                                                                              15/08/2010

Two long weeks living in a very ambiguous paradox related to the time that passes so quickly slow ... you see, I said it was a paradox.

Let me explain.

We're in the middle of August, and this fear, yes, the same which I have spoken to both, is taking power, little by little, with unquestionable right to be there ... with that I do not know why, that quietly reminds you that everything is not forever, that nothing is forever.

However, although it seems to me almost unbelievable, time passes slowly without my children ... so, could assert that live in the unconscious of a parallel world where the only thing I do is watch the clock pointer serves to point out the second ... tic tac, tic, tac, tic, tac ... tic tac of infinite patience.

miss the twenty-four children who went to visit relatives (siblings, grandmothers, aunts) after the school closed for holidays. This place is not the same without their voices, their laughter, even without their cries and fights ... So, now more than ever I am sure that the walls are nothing when they are idle, pretty simple colors painted walls, huge absences, deep silence, nothing, nothing special ... So I know that is where you are, my home will be my parents, my brother, my family and my friends ... not four walls, not a land, no, nothing like that ... Imagine now that I have my heart broken in two, and I feel my home is in Venezuela, in a small town called Charallave, but I have a home in Kenya, in a village called Stellah ... I know I'm in my home, and I know that I was blessed to come here.

On the other hand, although the Manager at the orphanage gave me no specific explanation by the departure of all children except those who have no one, I guess I had two reasons, first, that the school would close its doors for a long period of time, time that could take the children to resume contact with their families, and the second, very important and was due to the holding of the referendum office that was intended to change the constitution of the Republic of Kenya, which finally succeeded in winning another option, the nurse had said they were afraid to keep all children in the same place and during the elections that might occur outbreaks of violence, as is as had happened during the last election where, incidentally, were living near an ethnic conflict similar to that of Rwanda, and although it reached such magnitude, many people died in that period.

The eight children who have absolutely no one, had to stay and spend their days at the home of the nurse, who is also the place where I'm staying.

During this time I have been brought much closer to Afandi and Aska. The first is a girl with a tough story, but with an ability to solve problems-I think-no girl of eight years in Venezuela has a maturity to assimilate responsibilities, really wonderful and so much love to give that just leaves me speechless. For its part Aska is like a little mother by her two younger siblings, as mature as Afandi, or much more to be greater in age, came to the orphanage without knowing writing was a big girl to be on what we know as preschoolers, but now, with much effort has been able to level even gave me some very good compositions in English, that I'm super proud ... Aska is a small mom, a big girl, adult or child's body ... just loves to play, and complains when I help my clothes to be washed she says I'm like a little boy, very dirty clothes, and then when I go wash, wash also tells me that as children, adding a "do it like this aunty, like this" ... These two girls, as many others, are truly remarkable life story, and I can not, really I can not, describe not fill me with pride.

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When we returned from the Maasai Mara, began to rain very strong, and that made the road, which already is sheer madness, will turn scary, and believe me, no exaggeration.

Such Van Toyota are known as matatu in Kenya.

The van began to slide on the ground (because the road is not paved, and earth is treated much clay), I suppose it was because the tires were not in optimal condition for operation, coupled with this the slippery pavement.

The Belgian with whom I went to the Safari, they were scared to death, and I just was speechless, I imagine that as a good bad Catholic, prayed, or rather, prayed to God so I will not die away from home (which is not my house but my family). I remember one of the girls Salim told (the truck driver, who, incidentally, is a Muslim) to please us to stop until the rain gave way a little, Salim merely responded that they knew very well how to handle their cars in such situations, to what was contended that our lives and to stop the car.

With Belgian Safari let me go with them:)

finally agreed that Salim would lower the speed (because that Kenyans do have, they living very far Hakuna Matata but when mounted on a car it seems that life depended on the minutes they use to reach the destination, as camioneteros in Venezuela, these attitudes we know them very well)

Anyway, we survived the adventure that was submitted within adventure in itself.

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SAFARI

Maasai mara

On July 29 I left Safari (Incidentally, the word safari Kiswuahili language translated into English, means journey).

the outset I must clarify that it was not an easy decision to make, since obviously I have little money, and less to spend sightseeing. In fact, since the money was destined for the month of August is over, I have nothing, nothing, nothing. Moreover, it is noteworthy that, according to the agreement signed before coming to Happy Home, I can not travel for pleasure as currently operated as a volunteer, that is, I have to wait until end my period of activity to take me one or two weeks to go.

Anyway, I decided to go to Safari for a simple reason, as I said Ababu (The manager of the orphanage) "It's your golden opportunity" , and yes, yes he was.

July 28 Happy Home they had reached a group of five Belgian (To make mention of something really striking, the majority of tourists arriving in Kenya are Belgians, why, do not know) that had the desire to safari, but beware, safari in the sense that we in the West know, which means, going to see lions, tigers, monkeys. As several people had Safari said that the group was making much more economical and fun, I was, plain and simple. I did something I never would have done in Venezuela, go with strangers on a journey which would necessarily have to sleep in tents. Like, what did it, I can assure you that this was not the first "madness" that would make this trip (I put the word crazy in quotes because to me, that word is inhospitable, and sometimes even the dictionary can easily escape my personal experiences. I hope you understand me in that sense, I like watching TV and reading books, just the fact that it has been five months in Kenya is crazy in itself.) Then

a night in Stellah, Belgians, I, the daughter of Ababu (The manager), and two men working at Happy Home (Uncles) undertook road to Maasai Mara . In the three-hour journey to our final estimate, we had to plow millions of obstacles variations in shades and colors: holes, pits, rocks, river water, rainwater, etc. The van we were traveling into opportunities seemed that he might drop by some path, exploding in pieces, or finally, and type Comic Strip, opened in four parts and be in the chassis.

However, nothing came out (or at least no more than a few scares in different degrees and sequences).

And we, we got safely in what was to be an earthly paradise.

As we approached the front door (one of the few facilities manufactured by human hands, a part of a large hotel) where we would have to pay about $ 40 to spend two days and one night in this area that seemed out of the Comic Strip "The Lion King", but much more vast, far more incredible, more natural, human, shocking ... or simply indescribable, because, when trying to award it an adjective, I feel I do not minimize the challenge that splendor, for trying tell a word that causes a single image, precisely, you run out of words, and I apologize to you, but it is not easy, that to describe such beauty, and less for me, I'm not a poet, and that little I know about the topic.

ever told someone I loved that the exact location of the unknown is that where the sky is nourished by the sea, compressing into a single infinite line of Danzare devastated by not being able to be achieved by the human eye, a line is not past and not future, a time line is, yes, but it is present, it is now, it's moment of life, death, everything and nothing too.

However, at this time (invaluable, by the way), that line was not formed by water the sea (as I was accustomed to seeing in Venezuela), but by an infinite pure land and could not enjoy my senses at once.

Never in my life seen such a pure land, so full of everything, so full of nothing.

No, not a single building to the outside view of the tourists who lived with the speed of the wind in the palm (I could not even see one hotel), not a shred of Cosmopolitan world we live in so many of us, had expressed no human hand in real estate (many jeep full of tourists, of course), and no, there was no interruption between my eyes and unwavering that point of infinite beauty.

And excuse me if I seem repetitive, but Maasai Mara is so big, so pure so blessed that I find it hard not to mention it again and again.

Maasai Mara is heaven on earth, the earthly paradise of which many speak, is silent for the spirit, is oxygen to the lungs, is light, brightness, breeze, is a storm of hope, and is also A look at the reality of the world we once had and we decided to leave, or, better, change.

I think I will never forget such a landscape ... the words, whatever they are, fall short, but if you ask me or ask me to use one word to refer to the Maasai Mara, I would say, GENESIS .

be there was truly amazing ... it was a dream I never dreamed, and was the reality that I never imagined. And if anyone reading these lines have the desire to reconnect with himself, thinking and giving, Maasai Mara is an excellent choice.

In Safari, I saw zebras, giraffes, buffalos, monkeys, hippos, crocodiles, hyenas, elephants, lions, and many more ... animals in their natural habitat, not behind bars in a zoo.

The animals were at home, a land as vast as dreams and as caring as he allows that dreams come true.

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while we have no idea how to live with little ...

This phrase came to me in middle of the night, I suppose, that it was precisely in those minutes that no one is awake or asleep ... So, like when you unconscious demand to be heard, but more than So, be remembered.

ever wrote-Wish-hopefully it's not possible to forget everything you think, so write it then, so always remember. Is that it can be a real genius when no one sees you when no one hears you when you breathe pure loneliness, that it is accompanied by the solitude of your room, sometimes so forgotten, sometimes so longed. Although you can get to shine thanks to the solidarity of a muse, when someone feels or has quit. I hope not read as a mouthful, is complicated and I know, but is also reflective, so I wanted to start writing it this way.

Earlier in the morning I made a few comments in Twitter, and came to the momentous conclusion that little is not living with an odyssey, as many of us think just before trying.

Let me explain ...

I want to talk about culture, or way of life with which pass the days, months and years in this corner of the planet that I moved about a month and a half, Africa-Kenya.

I'm in the land where it all began, where it is believed he was born the first man (or ape) ... The one who raised his flag hoisted on his back that pride, that he breathed the air of a pure land, that he walked plains and mountains barefoot, which colonized knowledge that yes, the same, the ancestor of every one of us ... the first of many, the latest of many.

In fact, Close to Stellah (The town where I live) is the border with Ethiopia and in that neighboring country, was found the fossil "Lucy", who was the first Australopithecus (God knows the exact science that's it, I just researched via google lol)

A My point is convergence that we all have a common origin and that the obvious alternative is cultural evolution, regardless of every continent, country, or land, has reached. Ie, inside the same human beings we are, outside, we vary in shades and colors ... and varied, because our stories are not the same, our cultures are not the same, our beliefs, our motives, our objectives are the same , and consiéntanme tell you that, dear friends, what makes us special ... We are differently the same, so big!

Many Africans have the mistaken idea that only white-skinned people can get to succeed in life, that black will always be poor, almost a vassal of his own mistakes and grudges. I've tried, really I tried, to explain that the reality is different, which may arise if a person is commitment to the development of whatever activity you do, that life is predestined pattern, and for that reason any can change history ... and they know it, because we love Obama. However, I am absolutely sure that none of them try to emulate the feat of the American dream hit by a son of this land Kenyan. Like I still love, just follow him idolizing, believing that the black of the white house will change the world in one or two terms and will do so on behalf of Africa, on behalf of the land of his father, Kenya.

This tendency to self-denigration, it bothers me. I'm trying to eradicate from the minds of my children so when I touch back, at least I leave with the assurance that they will fight to the end for what they want. I have planned to make a poster with pictures of each of them, putting aside the name of the profession who aspire to have, so you never forget, that always dream.

do not want my children to feel stuck in a paradigm wrong, I want to idealize and to work to achieve their goals, achieve them.

On the other hand, as collective knowledge, Africa is a poor continent, therefore, life here is much more limited than in a country like Venezuela, even though the latter is underdeveloped ... Let's say that Africa, more specifically Kenya is the lack of Venezuela raised the bucket, and have many more gaps, I suppose, were eradicated in my country long before I was born. Let's also say that living in Kenya is to live as he lived in Venezuela in the 20 or 30, with much more poverty, many, many more.

For example, Kenya has yet to hit children in school when they do something wrong, as they lived through many of our parents in the 60's and 70's. In Kenya, the sex is more taboo topic. I recently saw an American movie (gringo) I brought from Venezuela, with twin daughters aged 22, from the nurse at the orphanage, it is noteworthy that some children had joined our enjoyment evening, the thing is, when there was a kissing scene, an act of love or a sexual encounter, the young adult children asked them to plug their eyes or that they leave the room (which also came to pass in Venezuela in their respective time) (and note that it was a pornographic movie, just kissing, going to bed and dawn) However, when the scene was fighting, bitterness, hatred, and killings, no one did anything to prevent children witnessed such a spill blood. I, and who knows me knows that is as normal for me, I thought perhaps that was precisely the reason why this world is so corrupted by evil and war, and that is why we find it so easy to forget how important it is to love. I do not know, I say, may be wrong. On the other hand, an important point of relevance is that in Kenya, homosexuality is paid with jail.

Although the focus of this story is another, is trying to write according to my understanding, what is that to live with little, and what is that to enjoy life when you live that way.

Living

low is to have no amenities at the point of Tobit bathing water, sleeping on foam mattresses (if they are lucky enough to have mattresses), is to use rainwater for drinking and cooking, not having more than five garments, and had only a pair of sandals.

Living

low is always eating the same food, work every day to live tomorrow, is herding the ground with their feet to get water is to ignore comfort.

Living

low is to live with certain limitations that make the day a little longer and make the night a much more profound for the rest.

But to live with something, also means to live more in touch with yourself ... with your movements, your effort, your will and your faith.

Living is also low live more in touch with nature and use it to survive (Use rain water, cooking with wood and coal).

live with little, to live having everything needed for the night becomes day.

is to come live with little of nothing, which can make you happy.

Living With little is going to church every Sunday to be thankful that you are alive.

Africa to live with something is to live ... for better or for worse, is just that, live.

And I

I enjoy learning how to live well.

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Take it, she is a human.

Today while doing my routine of jogging attempt 4 km of a road whose only reference I know is a school called " Körönd "something unexpected happened to me.

But please, let me tell you from the beginning.

today there was supposed to trot, first because I got up super late, and second because he had to finish-send-via e-mail to the Director of the Orphanage, who lives in Canada with their respective compositions drawings, which were made by children, just before leaving on vacation ... Anyway, the important thing is that I did not time to go jogging.

However, as I think I have told you before, Africans living in a lifestyle very far Hakuna Matata, they are relaxed and calmly take every aspect of life.

Matara, is the owner of a computer center which is located a few meters from Happy Home, and, as he has a printer with scanner, I asked him to scan ten pages that I sent as of June report to the Director of the orphanage. Today, August 7 marks two weeks since I gave the compositions and drawings to Matara, he still has not finished scanning. Every time I go to the store of Matara, he tells me back in an hour, and when back-in an hour, "he says come back in two hours, and yes, I'm very unfulfilled with the schedule, but here African English I can go through facilitated.

Matara Since I had not finished my request, I decided to go jogging (by the way, I feel bad because I was with an allergy that does not allow me to breathe normally).

As expected, when I got home from my friends "Those who always accompany me to jog and I make it look like Forrest Gump, joined me to walk. We went and came, and today, it should be noted, were a few more.

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When land in the way back, the mother of one child came to where we were to ask me to take me to the youngest child, Suzan-because in my country could live better.

I, the truth, I was speechless, not knowing what to say or express in my face, without an opportunity to think a response "diplomatic" with no arguments, no way ... with a paradox in crescendo in my consciousness.

What I can say to this lady? I thought at nearly the speed of light.

- Take it - insisted. (People here, like me, do not speak English well)

The only phrase that occurred to me that "almost" spit on was: "I have to for a long time in Kenya", "I promise you when it is time to return to my country think about it. "

- But, Why You Do not Want to go with she? (But why do not you take it?)

What else could I say? I'm too young, I have no money for another ticket, I can not take a child alone because I give it away, it's complicated .... If my brain were a maze, I assure you that this dilemma would never have found out, or at least not at that time.

- She is a human, take it. (She is a human being, take it)

Now if I had dropped a phrase that I perhaps would have been used in a similar time, or to write a job or to tell a story ... "She's a human being," Why do not you want it you wearing? "

If my heart could speak without awareness intervene, he simply would have exploded into tears. But no, the reason I was able to show empathy, weakness, or frankly just a feeling I was eating the skin, I stood firm against a mother who showed me extremely hopeful eyes of a girl less than four years, sucite, barefoot, and with a hard life ahead.

- I can not, I said, and accepted it with resignation.

However, after leaving the mother and child on my back, my conscience kept telling my heart something that, perhaps, was costing him more understanding: "You can not" You can not do anything "

... It's hard, seeing some Chamos live in the kind of conditions in my school books described as extreme poverty, to see them smile because they are at your side, and see them too, running barefoot.

is not easy to go to the supermarket and spend 1000 Shillins (10 dollars) in biscuits, bread and pasta, knowing that they can only eat so they grow his parents ... No cookies and probably will not have milk. Not much more than just have it. It is not easy, and I had not thought so far.

But beware, I know I'm not selfish to have what they do not have, what my thoughts led me is the possibility of planting an idea that they can live with a quality of life a little more dignified, I do not know if it will work, just as they'll tell sow.

From today I feel it is important to ask: What I can do to change, even in a minimum of things?

I also know that I can not change the world, but what I can do is start to try, although not everyone, I just know I did the same with the world of a few.

For now just know that today ...

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Sometimes when I jog. Peter Ngeresa

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eat a lot in Africa.

They say that is because they are obliged to walk long hours to reach the objectives that have been raised in the day. And it is true, the African walk a lot, wake up early in the morning, work the land, create food, build shelter, and saw the day of a senile effort inherited from their ancestors.

Now I can understand why they eat so much, work hard, are not machines, and the sun, at some point in the afternoon, can be quite unforgiving.

But as they say in my village, there is always a blessed but-I, a Venezuelan by birth, with Italian roots to stay in my body, an insatiable tendency to be fat, not work as they have, however, intend to eat the same amount of food they ... two to three plates of food at night, and I, I can not.

Yes, I'm gaining weight in Africa, as this is not the first paradox that life presents to me, but I worry not for aesthetic reasons, or perhaps if, for who knows me knows that recently cut a lot of kilos , and the truth, it feels good to be well ... On the other hand, the clothes, not that I have a lot of money to buy new clothes. In short, I am concerned.

So I decided to get up "early" (At eight o'clock, when everybody has been up at four o'clock) and go for a jog on a path that must have four or five miles. I confess that I have less than two weeks trying in this way (just before trotting in a circle in the same orphanage), and that I could not jog around, sometimes I have to walk to catch their breath, as it is worth saying that it's cold and I can hardly breathe (Another paradox, cold in Africa), to try to justify my lack of commitment little mind-body (I want to finish the tour gets trotted, my body can not)

Today, as trotting (by the way that every time I jog more and walk less) I got the following statement of motivation:

not think about what left, and think about what you will ... think about each step you take.

Live every step, every step feels, breathes every step, focus on this accurate and will achieve goal.

On the other hand, sometimes, some children encounter on the road, they start jogging with me, and although not speak English, I do enjoy the tour much more.

And surely I'll find a way to thank them for make more beautiful the road.

ASANTE SANA!

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Mr. Peter is the only person who has some relationship with the orphanage, who speaks no English; For this reason, communication between us is very difficult, if not impossible.

Peter is a very nice man, always happy, singing or whistling.

the morning when I see it, I greet you with a great Habari (How are you? "In Kiswahili) and he with a huge smile, I replied: MZURI SANA (very good in Kiswahili)

For me, Peter is a character worthy to be narrated in any story, novel or story I can think of writing in the future.

For him, my respect.