Teddy couldn’t focus on her school teacher’s lesson because she was trying to find a way to sneak out. She loved being in school, but her mother had left dinner cooking over the fire, and Teddy was worried. It was the only food Teddy and her family would get to eat that day, and if she didn’t get home soon, it would be burned.
As a child in elementary school I don’t recall ever being chosen first for the daily kickball games that took place on the playground. My less-than-amazing running and kicking skills led to my demise, so it made sense why I was usually chosen last. I guess I just kept holding out hope that someday maybe someone would do the unimaginable and choose me first.
The memory of Jacklyne’s last bout with malaria still rests in the back of her mind. But thankfully, that’s all malaria is for her now—a memory. “Since last year, when I got my mosquito net, I’ve never gotten sick from malaria,” she says with a smile.
Thanks to the generous gifts of sponsors, Venture Teams, and people like you, the children have had an incredible summer in Uganda! As they go back to school this week, they have wonderful memories of Center Days, Art Camp, and the sleep-away camp the children from the Children's Village attended last weekend.
It’s pitch black on stage except for the spotlight on fourteen-year-old Rachna Deshpande in her colorful Indian sari. As the music begins, she captivates her audience with an ancient Indian dance form known as Bharatanatyam. This is her debut performance. But even though this is one of the most significant moments in Rachna’s life, she wants to share the spotlight with children in Haiti.
You hear the whiny, high-pitched buzzing and awaken smacking yourself in the ear. But it’s too late. The mosquito has already bitten, and now there’s an itchy little bump on your temple. You try to go back to sleep, but every time you begin to drift off, you hear it again—the worst sound in the world. You swat at the air, clap your hands, but you know that even if you kill the one that just bit you, there are dozens more just like her, waiting for a taste of your blood.
There’s more to the worn baseball field than meets the eye. It’s the home of Jean Carlos, Leonardo, and Christopher. This past spring these three rising stars were chosen to play in the Dominican Republic national playoffs for their home province of Barahona. For any player this is a high honor. But for the players in Children of the Nations' I Love Baseball program (ILB), this confirms their non-traditional training program is producing big results.
The air is filled with the smell of delicious treats and the entire home is buzzing with excitement. With a flourish, Marietta is directed to the seat of honor and her birthday celebration begins. This is the first birthday party she has ever had. She is overwhelmed by all the presents, good food, and the kindness of her new family at the Chitipi Farm Children’s Home in Malawi. It doesn’t take long before Marietta forgets her shyness and joins her friends in singing and dancing.
We all have those magical moments, those keepsake memories that shape who we are. For me, one of those moments happened in preschool when my teacher poured a cup of blue water into a cup of yellow water—and suddenly there was green! Today art is what I do for a living, as a graphic designer with Children of the Nations (COTN). And this summer, that job led me to a place I never expected to go—Africa.
Emmanuel was not looking forward to camp. As an albino living in Malawi, he was used to other children always making fun of him. So a sleep-away camp with 350 other teenagers did not sound like fun.
But one of the speakers at the camp spoke of the love of God, and how the teens should all show that love to their neighbors. He encouraged everyone to focus on their future and move forward, despite the challenges of the past. After the speech, Emmanuel was personally inspired and challenged to move forward with his life despite his challenges.