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Sunday, December 2, 2018

Humanitarian Trip to Angola - 2018 - part 2


The second Saturday of our stay, Missionary Ana organized an educational training program for young girls ages 11-15 in the neighbourhood. Around fifteen girls showed up for the 1st class which was presented by two local women. The class taught the girls how to make a simple pastry which they could either sell or make for their families. Many young women sell home made patries, fruits, boiled eggs, nuts and such, on the streets. We were surprised how many girls attended the training on such short notice and felt there was a vaccuum for such programs. We would like to include such training programs in the young people´s community center.

Here are some of the finished products.  The next Saturday another group of girls came and helped our cook prepare tunafish pastries for an event we had scheduled for the afternnon. We were giving out medicine to the parents to use on the frequent skin diseases that the children have in Africa as a result of lack of cleanliness due to limited access to running water. In Angola these skin diseases are must frequent in the hair and on the hands between the finger. On my early morning jogging each day I would pass by those small children which I showed in the earlier post.

We had coordinated for a local Catholic Nurse who had helped to start a Health Clinic in the neighbourhood some years ago, come to speak to the children and parents. As it turned out, most of the parents were out working Saturday morning and only a few attended the meeting. Nevertheless, the Nurse spoke with the children and attending parents and we visited the homes of those who did not attend to deliver the medicine and explain how it was to be used. A big thank you to those whose donated these products back in Portugal.
Besides the medicines donated, we were also able to distribute 40 backpacks which we brought from Portugal. We left money with the missionaries in Benguela to  buy second hand-sport shoes for all the children. New Asian sports shoes are very expensive. There are Chinese sports shoes available, but they are not of good quality and fall apart very quickly. However, you can find in the market second-hand sport shoes. These shoes probably arrived in Angola designated for an association. But the government puts a tax on everything that enters the country. If the association cannot pay the tax for some reason, the government sells the articles to others interested and second-hand shoes that were donated in Europe end up being sold in the markets on the streets of Angola.

The car of the missionaries was in the mechanic's for a repair which was taking a long time, so my wife learned how to drive the motor scooters that are very popular in poor countries as means of transport. They are even used as taxis as the public transport system is very poor, as also are the roads many of which are dirt roads filled with holes, or other obsticles. On Sundays you can see a father, his wife, and two or three children driving to church on a motorcycle or motor scooter.


Two evenings each week, every Monday and Thursday, I was able to give a talk to the 100 orphans at a local orphanage run by the Catholic Church. The boys were ages seven to twenty-six and I was amazed at their behavior as they were very attentive to my words. One of the first power-point presentation was about how to over-come the obstacles of life. The boys sat and listened to my life story as if it were a best selling novel. Later I challenged them to be men of God in whatever capacity they could. Father Quim, the director, praised me for bringing the gospel to life for the boys.
The month flew by and it was all very relaxing and reinvigorating. I encourage as many as you can to take a trip to Africa and help a humanitarian organization involved with the poor. Your life will change and you may even find a purpose you lost or have not yet found. I had always wanted to be a missionary in Africa since childhood when I read the life story of Albert Schweistzer. When I first came to Portugal my goal was to raise some local support and move to Africa. I ended up supporting various mission and humanitarian works, and taking a few mission/humanitarian trips instead. But life in Europe can be very dry spiritually as secularism is rampant and belief in God diminishing. Take a break and get involved in Africa or some other needy country or situation near by. My wife and I are very glad we did and our project is flourishing. 

If you would like to help Ana and her husband Pedro in their work in Benguela with some 200 plus children here are Pedro«s banking details in Portugal. Private Account - Name of Client: Pedro Nuno Garcia Viana. Intervention: IBAN of account: PT50.0036.0030.99101453683.38. BIC/SWIFT: MPIOPTPL. The name of the bank is Banco Montepio. the branch is Aliados, Porto, Portugal. For more information write me at dennismedwards@gmail.com or send me a message on WhatsApp: +351-915016534. Thank you!

Friday, November 2, 2018

Angola Humanitarian and Mission Trip - 2018

My wife and I just returned from an inspiring month's visit to Angola. We have been helping to support an effort by a friend living there to create a Community Center for the children in her neighborhood.

Many of these families live in homes without electricity or water. A few months ago through the help of a kind friend in Portugal, we were able to rent a property for a year where we could begin the project. The children from ages three to fifteen can come to the center from two o'clock until six. During that time they have activities with a teacher including reading and listening to stories, number work, writing practice, and group games including goal shots, hit the can hanging from a pole, potatoe sack race, etc. The final event is the meal served around five o'clock. Afterwards the older children help with sweeping the grounds and returning the pots, pans, and plates and cups to the mission center not far away.

Roadside stop on the highway to Benguela
We arrived in Luanda at 2:30 am after a long flight through Morocco. Knowing that the mosquitos could carry Yellow Fever or malaria kept us quite nervous even though we had prayed that the Lord would protect us from all evil. At 5:00 am a friend of the mission took us to the bus station to our bus to Benguela where we were to stay for the month. Our bus left at 8:00 am and started on the long journey south. Some years ago the Chinese had built a highway to Benguela, but within five years the road began to break up. What had orginally taken 4 hours on the new highway, now would take us over 12 hours as the bus had to continually leave the broken up highway to use a dirt road along side the highway.

Some time near to nine o'clock at night we arrived in Benguela and Ana and Pedro were there to pick us up. That was good because my phone's battery had gone down, even though I had a new chip for the Angolan system.

Ana and Pedro have a nice house in a neighborhood just outside the center of Benguela, a city of 300,000 urban inhabitants and 300,000 provincial inhabitants. Benguela is along the Atlantic ocean some 542 kilometers south of Luanda, the capital, and located at 12º south latitude and 13º east longitude.


To help you have an idea of where Angola is situated, Berlin is located at 52º north latitude and 13º east longitude. Both Benguela and Berlin are at the same longitude, but the difference is in the latitude. Benguela is 12º south of the equator, while Berlin is 52º north of the equator. Being close to the equator means that the seasons in Benguela are not as pronounced as those farther from the equator. The daily amount of sunlight in Benguela is quite similar throughout the year with the sun rising around 5:30 am and setting around 6:00 pm. The summer months do however get very hot and visits to Benguela are better before or after the summer months. Angola is above the word South Africa on the map, along the coast. Namibia is between Angola and South Africa.

Here I am with the first cook we had hired for the project. She was 54 years old and had had 12 children, five of whom had died. Her husband had also died some months previously, so she was very sad. I got to talk to her because I asked her why she seemed so sad. We talked about faith in God and how our loved ones go to be with God when they die. How sad it must make our loved ones to see us sad while they are enjoying eternity with God. We prayed together. I shared what God's word says, "The joy of the Lord is our strength." She definately was happier and took our time together to heart.


These are two of the children that Ana and Pedro are taking care of. Carlos is 6 years old and Maria Angela is 3 years old. Maria has a hearing problem but is very expressive with her eyes. I spent time using the Uno cards to practice numbers with them. Carlos goes to a local school in Benguela, but Maria Angela is home all day. She enjoys her time at the community center with the other children. Ana and Pedro have another "adopted" son called Pedro who is fourteen years old. We will see him a little later.  He attends a Catholic school in Benguela but lives at the school during the week to help him concentrate on his studies. 

Here I am with Saviola the Angolan man we have contracted to work with the children as teacher and coordinator of the children's activities. He's 29 year old and himself was brought up in a local orphanage not too far away. As a results, he has a heart for the children and young people in our neighborhood that come from poor families. He knows all the different situations and helps greatly in our understanding of the problems that each child confronts. He knows which children are more needy. He's a good teacher and has a good relation with the older boys which helps him, many times single-handedly, care for the 50 plus children who attend the center.

From 2:00 pm the childen begin to arrive at the center. Not enough school exist in the area so the children go to school in shifts. Some children go in the morning, while others go in the afternoon. 9:00 am to 1:00 pm, or 1:30 pm to 5:30 pm are the schedules. Many of the children have difficulty reading. They have no books at home and no electricity which means no television.

We brought some children's books for the center and the children and young boys would spend the first hour at the center reading through the books.


The fact that most of the children rarely watched television made them very hungry for any type of mental stimulation. The children and young people were very communicative. We didn't notice any generation gap. Even in their difficult living conditions they were generally happy.

After the children had free reading time, Ana would arrive to read them a united story. Many stories she chose were from the "Children's Bible Stories." The children and young people would sit and attentively listen. Ana would act the story out and pull out some of the older boys to help her. She's very animated even at 56 years of age.

After the story, Saviola would begin the united activities with the children and young boys. The games were usually the same each day. They would first play a game of trying to hit a can hanging from a clothes line with a ball. The ball was made from a piece of old cloth stuffed with plastic bags and then tied. The boy at the left is showing you the type of balls they play with.

Saviola has made the rule that the winning team during the game period gets to help with the distribution of the food at the end of the day. Saviola would divide the group into two teams and at the end of the contests, the older boys of the winning team would help give out the food. All the boys were interested in winning because it often resulted in a slightly bigger portion of food. We have had to balance this idea of Saviola's as the boys were going over board and keeping too much food for themselves. "The violent take it by force." But we want to teach them Christian ethics like, "let all things be done decently and in order," and "esteeming others better than ourselves." So we've had some talks and the boys are doing a lot better.


The next game was the rice sack race.
After that race came the goal shots. As usual the game can get very intense.
After the games the children line up to wash their hands.
Then they sit down to eat.
The older boys help give out the food and serve.
These boys helped to carry the pots and pans and dishes back home, while other boys would help sweep the patio for the next day in a similar way that their mothers sweep at home.
The next day we were able to visit the local orphanage and saw the desks and benches that are used there. We decided these were just what we needed to get the children off the floor and made an order with the orphanage to build some for us. The above photo is of an outside classroom at the orphanage with the type of tables and benches we will soon be using at our center.

Walking back from the orphanage I saw these older women carrying their loads on their heads. Most of the women that you see are selling something. You don't see so many older women. People die younger in Africa. The majority of the people walking about are young adults or children. Even though Angola has been a communist country since its independence from Portugal, the people are deeply religious and abortion is against the law. Maybe the communists and the Catholics made some secret agreement. In any case, Angola is a country of young people, its exploding with young people. But the problem is that the young people are by and large not getting a good formation and the economy is stagnant, offering little opportunity for work. Instead of producing food to feed the country, Angola imports much  food products from South Africa. The poor live on a diet of imported rice and beans. Bananas are cheap and the children knock the mangos from the trees even before they are ripe and well developed. It's a very sad situation that the rich of the world have maintained in order to safe-guard their riches, in this case, the oil and minerals Angola produces.

I also was able to speak with Father Quim the director of the orphanage and arranged to come and speak to the boys about my testimony of how I had found God. Coming from an American born in Brooklyn, New York, this sounded like it could be interesting and the priest gave me the go-ahead. After my first talk, he invited me back twice a week for the duration of my stay. I was also able to show the movie "Sister Act" part one which the boys enjoyed immensely. I taught the boys to sing the song "Because He Lives, I Can Face Tomorrow."

On the weekend I went with Ana and Pedro to a birthday party. They had been hired to do the animation for the children. Ana and Pedro had worked with me in Portugal some 16 years ago when my wife and I had a small animation company as part of our NGO. They are very good face-painters and balloon sculpters. Ana does an improntu animation with the children through music and games.


The next evening we were invited out with a Cuban/Portuguese couple we had met. They took us over to Lobito a city about a half an hour from Benguela. It has a better port for large ships and so was the main port for export and import activities from the time of the Portuguese colonists. Julian, the Cuban, introduced us to Sr. Miguel a restaurant owner. We were able to talk to him about our project and he agreed to help with vegetables for the children as he also owns and operates a large plantation. Here he is on the day after when he came with some food stuffs for the project.
On Sunday I went for a walk along the river and saw the people digging for water to wash themselves and, or their clothes.

While doing my jogging I would pass many children sitting outside their homes unattended while playing in the dirt. As a results of playing in the dirt and because they have little running water to clean, many children have skin diseases from organism that live in the dirt.
While their mothers washed clothes in the river, these children were playing safely in the sand by the riverside. They used whatever they could for toys. I felt my camera was intruding on their privacy.

If you would like to send a donation to help our work in Angola you can use the following bank account of Pedro in Portugal.

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Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Humanitarian Trip to Mozambique 2000

By Dennis Edwards

At the end of the year 1999 and the beginning of 2000, Mozambique experienced severe flooding due to an unusually large amount of rain. You can read the following Wikipedia article for the history and details of the event. Moved by the reports of volunteers working in Mozambique, I made various campaigns for financial help for a mission I was helping in Maputo, the capitol of Mozambique. I later would travel with two young adults to Maputo to distribute humanitarian aid and buy supplies for two missions reaching out to abandoned children in the capitol. You can read my summary of the visit after the Wikipedia article.

[Excerpt from Wikipedia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2000_Mozambique_flood]

American helicopter flying over flooded Limpopo River in Mozambique[above]
Date February-March 2000
Location Southern Mozambique
Deaths 700-800[1]

Property damage $500 million (2000 US$)[nb 1]

The 2000 Mozambique flood was a natural disaster that occurred in February and March 2000. The catastrophic flooding was caused by heavy rainfall that lasted for five weeks and made many homeless. Approximately 700 people were killed. 1,400 km² of arable land was affected and 20,000 herds of cattle were lost. It was the worst flood in Mozambique in 50 years.[2]

It started in South Africa when heavy rain falls traveled over to Mozambique. It caused dozens of deaths. 44,000 were left homeless and many of them had lost relatives of some kind. Later, Cyclone Eline came and destroyed many more homes and lives. The women and children were hurrying to shelter and high land. 800 had died and thousands of livestock were killed. The government distributed 15 million dollars to its citizens to account for damage property and loss of income. Even now in 2016, people are still living in recovery shelters with fluctuating water supplies.

Meteorological history[edit]

In October and November 1999, heavy rainfall affected Mozambique, followed by a period of heavy rainfall in January 2000.[3] By the end of January 2000, the rains caused the Incomati, the Umbeluzi, and the Limpoporivers to exceed their banks, inundating portions of the capital Maputo.[4] At Chókwè, the Limpopo River reached a level 6 m (20 ft) above normal on January 24, twice its normal level.[5] Some areas received a year's worth of rainfall in two weeks.[6] The resultant floods were considered the worst to affect the nations since 1951.[1]

Flooding was beginning to recede in late February by the time Cyclone Elinemade landfall.[7] Eline was a long-lasting tropical cyclone that struck near Beira at peak intensity on February 22.[1] By the end of February 2000, the situation was considered the country's worst natural disaster in a century.[8]

Impact[edit]

By late January, the flooding had already caused increases in malaria and diarrhea. Flooding also disrupted water supply and covered roads,[5] with the primary north-south highway cut in three locations.[9] Widespread areas were inundated, which displaced about 220,000 people,[6] and killed about 150 people before Eline struck.[10]

The combined effects of the preceding floods and Eline left about 463,000 people displaced or homeless,[11] including 46,000 children five years old or younger.[12] Overall, the preceding floods and Eline caused about 700 deaths,[1] half of whom in Chokwe.[13] with damage estimated at $500 million (2000 USD).[1] The cyclone and the floods disrupted much of the economic progress Mozambique had made in the 1990s since the end of its civil war.[14]
Aftermath[edit]

Before the arrival of Eline, the government of Mozambique appealed to the international community for assistance in response to the flooding, and countries were beginning to provide relief.[1] Mozambique's president at the time, Joaquim Chissano, requested for additional aid after Eline struck,[15]asking for $65 million for both reconstruction and emergency aid,[16] and later increasing the request to $160 million.[17] By March 17, various countries had pledged $119 million to Mozambique.[11] By March 4, 39.6 tons of various relief goods reached the country,[18] which nearly overwhelmed the small airport at Maputo.[19]

The government of the Netherlands donated Æ’5 million guilders ($2.2 million USD) to the country, after it previously had donated about Æ’2 million guilders ($871,000 USD).[16] The Italian government earmarked ₤10 billion lira (2000 ITL), half of which for immediate emergency assistance,[20] and Denmark earmarked €2.68 million euros.[21] Sweden sent kr10 million (2000 SEK) and Ireland €507,000 euros to the World Food Program.[22][23] Portugal delivered 40 tons worth of aid, including food, medicine, tents, and dinghies,[24] and the Spanish Red Cross sent two flights of aid.[25] Canada provided about $11.6 million CAD) to Mozambique,[26]while the United States provided $7 million worth of food via its Agency for International Development,[27] part of its $50 million contribution.[28] The European Community Humanitarian Aid Office provided €25 million in early March.[29] Botswana donated P23 million pula (BWP, $5 million USD),[30]and Mauritius provided about $100,000 (USD).[31] The nation of Ghana flew $100,000 worth of food and clothing to Mozambique.[32] Australia also provided $1 million to the country,[33] and Saudi Arabia flew two planes' worth of aid.[34] Concern Worldwide allocated $650,000 (USD) at the end of February.[35] Médecins Sans Frontières sent a crew of five people to Buzi to help residents.[36] The Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation sent $350,000 to CARE in early March.[37] Through the Jubilee 2000, most wealthy nations postponed debt payments for one year.[38] The United Kingdom canceled its $150 million debt in late February,[39] and Italy canceled its $500 million debt in March.[40]

The Mozambique government used boats to evacuate residents in flood zones,[41] setting up 121 camps for evacuees.[11] However, the country had a limited capacity for widespread rescues due to insufficient helicopters.[42]South Africa sent a fleet of twelve planes and helicopters to operate search and rescue missions, as well as airdropping food.[43] They were assisted by two helicopters from Malawi, six from the United Kingdom, and ten from Germany.[44][45][46] By March 7, the fleet of 29 helicopters had rescued 14,204 people.[47][48] Residual floodwaters contributed to outbreaks of malaria and cholera,[49] with malaria infections at four times the usual rate killing at least 11 people.[50][51] Areas in southern Mozambique also lost access to clean water, furthering dehydration and illnesses.[52] In addition, the United Nations Mine Action Service expressed concern that the floods shifted the locations of landmines leftover from the nation's civil war.[53] Later, the remnants of Cyclone Gloria halted relief work due to heavy rainfall.[54]Residents began returning home in early March after floodwaters receded.[55] [For footnotes see original article. End of Wikipedia article]

Dennis:

Hearing about the flooding from some volunteers we knew working in Mozambique, I decided to make a campaign in Portugal to help those suffering from the aftermath of the disaster. At that time AND was in its infancy and we were two couples working together, but independently to help make a better world. Our motivation was our Christian faith. By March I had raised the equivalent of 5,000 Euros as the currency was still Escudos at that time and prepared for my trip to Maputo.

Having heard the complaints of many that the "help" never gets there and therefore it was no use to help, I decided to fly to Mozambique personally and distribute the "help" myself. I was accompanied by two young adult volunteers. The program was also aimed at broadening their outlook on life by offering them a humanitarian experience. 

Previously we had sent humanitarian aid by ship to South Africa to later have to transport it to Mozambique, with all the transportation and import charges. We found it very costly and time consuming, so after various cargoes we abandoned that method. I flew directly to Maputo and stayed with an American/Dutch couple who had a support work in the Maputo area. The wife was teaching reading, English and singing to the orphans at Mother Teresa's orphanage on the out skirts of Maputo. Her husband was helping at the Center for Street Children in the center of Maputo.

We had brought with us by plane from Portugal extra luggage which included as much clothing for children and young people and sports shoes we could carry. I remember have boxes of clothing also, but don't remember how we sent it, or whether it came with us. But I think we were able to arrange a discount from the airlines for the overweight we were carrying.

Of course, from reading the account from Wikipedia, you can see our efforts were a drop in the bucket considering the need. But as one person wisely stated, that if each one did what he could to help remove the suffering of the needy the world would be a better place. That was our goal: to do what we could, however humble.

We decided to distribute the clothing and goods to the two local institutions being helped by our sister associates. The Center for Street Children on Avenue 24th of July in downtown Maputo was run by one of the local Protestant churches. The object was to help solve the street children problem. Many youths seeking adventure and a better life had been drawn into the city where they ended up making their living by begging and stealing. The younger boys, being as sympathetic as they are, could make a good living enabling them to by Coke-a-Cola  and eat well. The weather is quiet mild so they would sleep in the rough. However, the older boys would steal from them making their lives difficult.

I remember being approached by these boys and taking them down to buy them a bunch of bananas and coconuts, both very cheap there on the street corner. I'd rather give them food than giving them money. On the streets they were free and didn't have to obey rules and regulations. They therefore looked unfavorably at the confines of staying on the Church facility. The Dutch missionary would try to befriend them, giving them food and even taking them to a restaurant. He would attempt to convince them that for the long term they were better off to go live at the Center. There they could have food and shelter, but also get an education and or apprenticeship.  

We distributed the clothing to the boys at the Center. However, the next day we found that the older boys had stolen the items from the younger boys to try to sell on the streets. We saw we needed to address the moral aspect of living together. We gave a class with skits to try to drive the point home to the older boys that love for others was the better road to choose. We bought a month's worth of dried good for the Center. Later we found that the sugar we had bought to compliment the oats was never given to the boys, but they had oats with milk without the sugar. The Center didn't want to spoil them as the Center normally was unable to afford sugar in the children's diet. 

It was a constant fight to keep the boys inspired so that they would remain at the Center. The Dutch missionary would do extra curricular activities with the boys at a local amusement park. He also found local restaurants who agreed to offer free meals once a week for a group of the boys staying at the Center. It was important to keep the boys motivated to stay at the Center and off the streets. These extra events served as a reward for good behavior and an encouragement to continue in their education and or apprenticeship.

On the outskirts of Maputo just next to the gigantic city garbage dump you can find the Mission of Mother Teresa. The American missionary took us along to meet the 150 orphans a few days after our arrival. The site near to the dump was chosen, perhaps because it was cheap, but also because to Mother Teresa every life is important. In Mozambique a quick form of abortion was to leave the new born on the dump. Mother Teresa's sisters were right there available to save the new life. 

We were able to also supply a month's supply of dry goods for the orphans and left what money we had left in the hands of the American/Dutch couple to use in their humanitarian work as they saw fit. During the time I was there I never saw the two foreign Spanish Missionaries of Mother Teresa as they were always out on fundraising missions when I visited. The Orphanage was clean and well organized. It was hampered by the lack of staff and volunteers as it was quiet removed from the city and any residential area except the extremely poor.

But that's their mission to help the poor and downtrodden and I admired their dedication. They wouldn't let us take photos as others had abused the privilege to their own associations advantage while forgetting the orphans. I remember being taken into the new born's section. We found some fifty small babies and helped to carry them outside unto the cleaned porcelain patio. The children were lain down on the floor to get some sunshine. There were only two local Mozambican Mission workers for the 150 children in total. They did have two cooks, also. That was the staff besides the two Spanish missionaries who were the administrators.

We laid the children down and one of the most frustrating things happened: the flies. They were everywhere as the Orphanage was on the border of the city dump. We tried in vain to shoo them away, but they landed on the mouths, eyes and ears of the babies. I thought, if only I had a way to build an enclosure with screening for these tots. I heard their cries and promised that when I would get back to Portugal I would try to raise funds for that project. 

The truth was I really didn't know how to do it. When I got back home, I felt I couldn't ask my sponsors at the time for more help. AND was not as cohesive as an association as it is today. We were two struggling families trying to do humanitarian work while needing to raise our own living and take care of our own families.  On returning to Portugal other responsibilities overcame me. The voice of conscience, the voice of those crying children became muffled by the problems at hand, until I did nothing. I don't know what happened to that Orphanage. I didn't fulfill my promise to go back with help. I kept sending financial help to the American/Dutch couple. But in time their mission closed and they abandoned the field.

While in Maputo I also visited a poor family in which the husband had malaria. They were very poor and slept on the bare dirt floor. The conditions were very depressing. At the local hospital we also went for a visit. I may have had some basic medications that I brought from Portugal within our luggage, but nothing of quantity, which we delivered to the hospital. I myself didn't go into the hospital, but stayed outside with the children playing on the hospital grounds. Some were there because they had cancer or other health problems. They seemed to have external cancerous growths on their bodies. Other children were there waiting for their parents who were having an appointment,or operation, etc. I shared the oranges I had bought with me with them and prayed for their healing asking God to take care of them. There seemed to be so much to do.

Another project which we helped to support, although we did not participate in during that time, was land mine education. Because of the history of warring factions in Mozambique, many land mines have been left where they were planted during the fighting. Men, woman and children were often killed or handicapped from walking over a land mind. Therefore, land mine education was an ongoing project for the missionary couple when they first arrived in Mozambique. 

At that time, I believed God was calling me to Mozambique. So much needed to be done, so much could be done. God was looking for the someone, like those Sister's of Charity, who would come and lay down their lives in service to the poor of Mozambique. I heard the call, but I didn't pursue it with all my heart. I let others convince me that I needed to put other things first. I hope this report will stir in you a desire to help someone, somehow today.  

Monday, July 9, 2012

The Oasis

by Dennis Edwards:
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Several years ago, I spent two weeks in Sahrawi refugee camps near the oasis city of Tindouf, in southwest Algeria. Ten of us, from teenagers to fifty-somethings, had made the trip from our base in Granada, Spain, to speak and perform in the camps’ schools and community centers.

The Sahrawi people are the remnant of the nomadic tribes that roamed the deserts and coasts of the former Western Sahara. During the 100 years that they lived under Spanish rule, they became accustomed to living in more stationary situations and built large communities like Smara.

When Spanish colonial rule collapsed in 1975, Morocco and Mauritania rushed to fill the vacuum. The indigenous Sahrawis fought a losing battle, while most of the international community looked the other way. For over 30 years, nearly 200,000 Sahrawis have lived in squalid conditions in the hamada—a type of desert landscape consisting of largely barren, rocky plateaus. Summer temperatures there reach 55ºC (130ºF).

We were impressed by the humility of the Sahrawi. They are neither politically nor religiously fanatical. Their plight has been largely ignored for nearly four decades, but they are not bitter. God looks down upon them, they say, and will one day save them.

We lived with three families during our stay, and each treated us royally. The living conditions were basic—there was no running water, electricity was only from solar panels and 12-volt batteries, and the heat was almost unbearable—but the hospitality and camaraderie more than compensated. Family and greater family units were strong. No violence, crime, or drugs were evident. No noisy city traffic or construction work. The blanket of stars in the night sky was not hidden behind high-rises or obscured by the reflected glare of city lights. We had stepped back in time, where globalization and modern conveniences were nearly nonexistent, yet we were renewed and invigorated spiritually.

We laughed and danced and sang. We talked and listened. Even the days were tranquil. We had a barbeque by moonlight on the sand dunes, and sang songs together about love and peace and faith in God.

When we returned to Spain, our friends applauded us. “What a great sacrifice you made to go to those refugee camps,” they said. But we answered, “No, we were blessed!”

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Humanitarian Trip to Bosnia 2000

Here it is, the long overdo slides of my trip to Bosnia in 2000. Thanks to the help and the cooperation of many (especially Paula in Lisbon and her association Novo Dimensão http://www.and-pt.org). The trip was a big success. My son Martin,who died in 2010, accompanied me on this trip and was a great help! Let me know what you think!

Monday, January 9, 2012

Trip to Mozambique 2000

In February 2000 I went on a month trip to Mozambique. They had just suffered a severe rainy season which had washed out many roads and destroyed infrastructure. After a fundraising campaign I personally went to Mozambique to insure the funds got to those in need. Part of our mission in Portugal at the time was to prepare young volunteers for service in Africa. Two young people travelled with me and got to experience life in Africa on the ground. Mozambique was one of the poorest countries in Africa at the time. Here are a few of the photos I have managed to keep over the years.

In this first photo I am delivering foodstuffs to Mother Teresa´s home in the outskirts of Maputo, the capital of Mozambique. Rather than send the aid by container which our association had did before and found very complicated, expensive and time consuming, I brought money with me and bought foodstuffs in Maputo and distributed to needy institutions working with children in Maputo.
Mother Teresa´s home had around 150 children from birth to seven years. The fifty or so newborns were laid out on the courtyard patio while the older ones played games and did activities with us and our missionary friends. The flies and the children´s faces were horrible and I picked one baby up to at least save one from his torment. The nuns were busy trying to gain support and improvements for the children which left the children with some sweet local workers to take care of them. With just a little bit of financial help the orphanage could have been greatly improved to keep out the flies.
The orphanage had been built near the local garbage dump for Maputo where babies were often found abandomed by their mother´s, a kind of abortion. People going through the garbage for goods would bring the babies to the orphanage as it was located not far away. However, because of the dump, the children and orphanage suffered with the flies. The Sisters asked me not to photograph.

These boys were at the Anglican Center for Street Boys in the center of Maputo. As is typical in many poor countries, some children run away from their homes to the big city to try to have a better life. A local Mission tried to encourage street boys to move into the Anglican Center to not only have a place to live, but to receive an education with them. But life on the city streets had its benefits as the children could raise quite a bit of money begging, especially the younger ones. But the older ones would rob from them and abuse them, so it was not all roses. Moving into the center had its withdrawal problems and the children had to accept they would not be able to buy Coke and the things they could get on the street. I again bought food stuffs for the center. Later I found out that the sugar I had bought had never been served to the boys. The director of the center later explained that since they could not always afford to buy sugar for the children, they did not want them to get into the habit of having sugar with their cereal.
One of the boys with some of the sacks I bought.


Mines left from the years of war have been a problem for many years.
We carried as much extra things in our luggage to distribute and had sent some boxes ahead by mail. At the center the things we gave to the younger children, were later stolen by the older ones to sell on the street. We later pow-wowed and did a skit to try to teach the boys the error of their ways.

Here is a picture of the former street boys with our humble offering of foodstuffs which was greatly appreciated at the time. Much of the food came from Pakistan and India. You notice the Muslim Crescent on the bag. The local merchants were mostly Muslim Pakistani´s. The Mozambicans resented that the Pakistani´s would send their financial increase back home instead of investing in Mozambique.
Here is David who came with me from Portugal for the month long visit. In the end he did not volunteer for any service in Africa, but I am sure the visit affected his life positively. Four other volunteers which we helped to send to Africa remain there today involved in local humanitarian work. My oldest son and his wife spent eight years in Africa involved in humanitarian work. My oldest daughter spent a year in Zimbabwe. Two other sons spent a year each in Mozambique and Equatorial Guinea. That was part of their higher education. The children in the above photo were patients at the hospital with different cancerous growths.
Here we are back at the center where the boys are learning a trade as part of their education. These boys were around 14 years of age.
Back at Mother Teresa´s which we visited each week during our stay in Maputo. I even almost got a speeding ticket driving out to their orphanage. The police woman pulled me over and told me I had been speeding and would need to pay a fine of 1 million in the local currency. It sounded like I lot of money. As I passed her my driver´s license I carefully slipped a $50 bill and explained how I was taking the foodstuffs to the orphanage. That seemed to solve the problem and we were on our way again. I recently found out the fine would have been around 500 Euros or $600. Later on another day, when I went to the local market in Maputo, the local mission worker told me not to stop for anyone as we walked across the market square. Half way across the square, a Policeman approached me and asked me for my documents. I did not realize he was the one I was not suppose to stop for. I stopped and found out he was looking to make a fast buck at my expense. Though my papers were in order, he kept trying to figure out how he could get some money out of me. I was willing to give him a "tip" but the mission worker would not let me "out of principle." Anyway, she was quite upset that I had stopped when she had told me explicitly not to stop. But my natural reaction was to obey the policeman which in Africa it seems you do not always do. We spent an hour at the police station "out of principle."


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