I don’t think your family will be letting you go…

Everyday good things happen in our four therapeutic houses. Everyday a small change happens taking one of our Kings or Queens striding on towards a ultimate goal – but somedays are just AMAZING!!! Today is one of those days Two years ago a small frightened little girl arrived in our house. She was five years old and had been sexually tortured by her step mother. She had injuries you dare not even imagine. She was broken into a million pieces, physically and emotionally.

Being a volunteer; visiting Kenya; Life changing experience. What is that all about?

Being a volunteer; visiting Kenya; coming to Rafiki Mwema (Play Kenya); Life changing experience. What is that all about? I think I struggle with the whole concept of volunteering because I don’t really know what it means.I struggle to explain what is expected or hoped for because I can’t really name it. I think it means a million things – Donating your time for the development of others? Experiencing a different culture? Supporting communities and projects? Hanging and building relationships?

I am a different person now

I’ve been home for 12 days. I still find myself tearing up, crying, bawling at everything/ anything. I still haven’t turned on my telly. I didn’t start unpacking for 1 week, was this a sign that I didn’t want to put my old life back together because I felt different now?? Or was it because I wasn’t ready to be home?

A Secret Safe to Tell (Indigenous Australian Version)

‘A Secret Safe to Tell’, Indigenous Australian version Empowering Resources (Naomi Hunter), Rafiki Mwema and FSG Australia are joining forces to raise funds to create an Indigenous Australian version of A Secret Safe to Tell, by Naomi Hunter. 

Beatings and Burnings

Sitting at breakfast this trip has been a joy. We have taken two boys from our older Kings house with us each morning. It gives me a way of ensuring I spend time with them all, as I have a crazy busy agenda while I’m here. It has other impacts to. Many of the boys have opened up about life in town before they came to live with us. One boy talked about his childhood. His father died when he was five. He described him as a good man that didn’t beat him but talked to him if he made a mistake. His mother died the following year, again she was a kind and loving mama, so proud of her four children.