Quick English summary on the Czech gossips underneath 🙂
We are back here, in our loved-hated Sierra Leone. Also this time we are working for Abs, the impressive guy with glasses, always on a phone, mostly in his car, shouting at other cars, and greeting other people. (there is estimated 2 millions of inhabitants in Freetown, Abs, or should I say, Dr. Abdulai Dumbuya seems to know at least half of them). I have probably mentioned his amazing lifestory. Born here in Freetown at the age of three he contracted polio (unfortunately quite common dissease amongst poor African babies, that has cruel impact- leaves them with damaged limbs. The tragic fact is, that there is vaccination for this dissease…) Abs grew up in a Leonard Cheshire home, and was adopted to England at the age of 17. He was doing so well at school, that he completed even PhD (the other day he tried to explain, what it was about….ehm not that I was not paying attention, but the only think I understood is, that it was some computer simulations of traffic jams or what). And who payed for all his education? Only after the death of the lovely lady Abs found out: her name was Dorothy Springer. Of course Abs was so moved that he decided he has to give back somehow. So off he went, packed his life back in the cold UK and set up a charity, called – how else than Dorothy Springer Trust. The aim is to provide ICT scholarships to disabeled students here. By the end of the year the students are amongst the highly qualified people in Sierra Leone. Just by the way – all the alumnis from the first year are now employed (touch wood!).
Where do we (me and Phil) come in this story? Well – I´ll Kiss n´tell you (don´t worry: this means Keep It Short and Simple and Tell you J) It seems the right time to expand the small charity and take it to a new level.So in spring we wrote a proposal, that (yupiiiiiiiiii) got a great feed back. Now we are back in this dusty tropical country to actually push it a bit more and get …well the MONEY!
This time we are on a tighter budget, so living with Abs (thanks hun :-P) and his family. It is a proper African house, but luxurious: we have running water and electricity in the house (ehm, most of the times). We do have a washing machine but most of the washing anyway happens in the back yard. That’s how I learn about the latest gossip in town, swearing in Krio (Bo yuself) and the new version of a popular song (it is a bit rude, but I can´t resist: suck my booby instead of také my money)
Given Abs´s background we coulnd´t have skipped visiting the disabled people…and trust me, where they live is shocking. Imagine a slum…there we go. Just a detail to make the picture more vivid: one (for Europeans unaccebtable) toilet for sometimes even hundred people.
These people were trained, mainly as tailors. The problem is, that they don´t have any jobs…well who would go to a slum to get dress, right? Ehm, I would! And here came the idea for the mini projest – skirts. On the market I have bought lovely African fabrics (oh, so glittery, shiny and colorfull) and ordered skirts. At this time I already had orders from home, so I knew approximately how many adventurous ladies there are. In the end we made 50 wrap up skirts. Thanks, ladies! (Distributed mainly amongst my Czech friends).
I am going to go to the houses soon, so ladies, and gentlemen by that matter, if you are already interested, please let me know: firstname.lastname@example.org
I’ll be back soon with some juicy details from our African life
(shall I say gossip girl…:))