Up Day/ Down Day

We’ve all had these kinds of days. The ones where you are up one minute and down the next. I never know what to expect or what I will encounter when I pull out of my gate each morning. But my Tuesday this past week was an emotional roller coaster that left me with much to contemplate about my life and the lives of those I am here to serve.

My day began with a quick stop at ShopRite. Today was the last day of school for the 3 children in our first Sunshine House. They have worked hard this year, and I wanted for their caretaker to be able to celebrate their accomplishment with them. I arrived at the grocery store about 5 minutes before it opened at 9 am. As I got out of my car, I saw at least 30 people waiting outside the closed doors, all of them jockeying for a good position once the doors would be opened. It kind of looked like a scene from Black Friday. I couldn’t imagine what the big draw was. So I waited patiently in the back, not wanting to get trampled when it was time to enter. The doors opened a few minutes late, and everyone filed in. I felt a bit impatient; the late opening of the store made the start of my already packed day delayed as well. Like a robot on a mission, I headed straight back to the bakery and grabbed a chocolate cake. I passed by the frozen foods and grabbed a half-gallon of ice cream. Then I hurried my way to the register. As I stood with the attendant who rang me up, I took notice of the long line of people at the next register. There were young people, old people, and children. There were no women, only men. Their clothes were dirty and had tears in them. Each of their arms were laden with reduced foods from the deli that were left over from the day before…sandwiches, French fries, and the like. Each food item had a bright pink tag on it. The highest priced item I saw was 15 meticais, the equivalent of 25 cents. It dawned on me that they were buying up all the day-old food because this was what they could afford to eat. And there I stood with my luxury items for which I barely even glanced at the prices. And I felt horrible. Absolutely horrible. I felt like Marie Antoinette…”Let them eat cake.” Most of us reading this will never know the desperation of poverty and hunger. How very much we all need to realize how blessed we really and truly are.

I finished paying and scooted on my way. I had too much to do and too little time to get it done in.  I dropped the goods off at Sunshine House 1, hung up a “Parabens” (Congratulations) sign and some balloons, and then headed to our community project at Sunshine House 2 where I was teaching a Bible lesson and craft. As I drove down the final lane to the house, my car was swarmed by dozens of children. Their school holidays began just last week. Because they have been in school, most don’t know me. All I could hear was the playful chanting of “Mulungo” (white person) as I got out of my car. The little ones not old enough for school yet who do know me came up to the car looking for a balloon or lollipop. This is where I stopped them all and told them that I have a name and it is not “Mulungo” but “Mama Terri” and that if anyone ever wanted a balloon or lollipop from me again, I had better not hear the word “Mulungo” ever again! They watched in silence as I walked away, for sure pondering what just happened.

Before I went into the gate of Sunshine House 2, I stopped by to visit with one of my very favorite people who always brings an instantaneous huge grin to my face. Next to Sunshine House 2 lives a little old lady that I call my vovo (grandmother). She is utterly adorable. She is all of 4 feet tall. She wears a black shirt with a skull and cross bones on it…this cracks me up and endears her to me even more! She doesn’t even know how old she is, nor does anyone in her family. Her brown eyes have turned a bright blue over the many years. Her brown skin is wrinkled with age. She speaks a tribal language from the area she come from, so no one can even understand her, nor can she understand us. But that doesn’t keep us from communicating. I adore this little old woman. 

Her face lights up when she sees me and we exchange the biggest of hugs. Who needs words when you have hugs? Yet when I arrived today, she was hurriedly putting something into the small fire that was cooking their morning porridge. I couldn’t believe my eyes! I looked at my vovo and exclaimed, “Voce fuma cigarros?” (You smoke cigarettes?) She looked at me sheepishly, like a small child, and nodded yes. And we both burst out laughing until we were crying! This resulted in her whole family joining us in laughter. This in turn drew the attention of everyone around…what a scene it was!

I composed myself, gave my vovo one last hug, told her to not smoke anymore as it was bad, bad, bad for her health, and went in to greet the darling group of 15 children at Guida’s community project. As is customary with school children in Mozambique, they have been taught to stand when an adult enters and greet them with a little memorized group of lines. Each of these children are so adorable in their own unique way; they are God’s gift to me. Yet today, there was an additional little girl amongst them as well as an older woman sitting by the house. Guida pulled me over and introduced me to Maria. She is the grandmother on the mother’s side of 6 year old Maura, who was then brought over to join us. 

Maria shared with me that Maura is an orphan. Her father abandoned her mother when she was pregnant and her mother died only 2 months ago. Maura now lived with an elderly grandfather on Maura’s father’s side of the family. He is not able to take care of himself, let alone a little girl. The neighbors have been bringing her food to keep her from starving. Maria came at the grandfather’s request to ask us to take Maura into our care. This is one of those moments I now have at times where I cannot believe I am living here and experiencing these things. I sit here, a privileged white woman from a small town in America, next to an orphaned child who lost her mother only two months ago. A child who is suffering and alone in the world. And I look down at her, and she looks up at me with her big brown eyes, and I fall helplessly, hopelessly in love with her. I want to take her in and make sure that she is never left abandoned or suffers again. Yet, I know I first have some hoops to jump through to get the proper permissions granted. The process to give Guida guardianship of Maura has started and I am really hopeful that she will be able to move into our second Sunshine House by Christmas.

After my lesson was taught and the craft completed, it was time to head back to Sunshine House 1 to do my lesson and craft with Zelda’s project children. As I walked out to my car, all the children returned…this time chanting “Mama Terri” as I drove away. Memo to self…buy lots of lollipops for the next trip in!

I arrived at Sunshine House 1 and entered the gate. Again I was greeted by a group of little ones, welcoming me to their project. Yet this time, we were missing a child. Juis was not to be seen. He is our littlest guy. In the beginning of the year, he was very quiet and shy, but he has grown to be the life of the project. Zelda shared with me that the day before, instead of going  home, he wandered off. He was not found until the next morning allllllllll the way down near the grocery store, Spar! That was at least 2 miles away! He had spent the night sitting on a rock. The police found him just that morning! Be still my heart! Our poor little Juis! Countless numbers of children go missing in Mozambique each year. They even have a TV segment each day where a man stands at a podium showing photos of missing children and giving out a phone number to call if you have seen the child.

Just as Zelda finished recounting the story to me, the gate slowly slid open and Juis poked his head in, giving us a shy smile, seeming to know that we were talking about him.  We were never quite so happy to see him. He was slathered in big hugs from us all. Once we settled down, I completed the lesson and craft with the children and began to say my goodbyes until next week. As I turned to leave, one child came up and wrapped her arms around my legs. This led to another and another all coming forward to hug me goodbye. This was a new development. These children don’t have many encounters with white people, and for most of the year, they have been quite hesitant about me and who I am. This was a wonderful breakthrough for us and it warmed my heart.

Now it was time to visit my other vovos, Theresa and Bento. They live on the other side of the Matola Santos community. Theresa is the mother, and she is just plain old. Bento is her son, and it appears he has had a stroke and cannot use one side of his body. Neither one can walk and they have no means of taking care of themselves. Each day, they drag themselves out of their little houses to sit …Theresa sits in the shade under a tree and Bento sits in his front doorway. We provide a meal for them twice each week as well as daily tea and sugar. The funny part here is that we discovered we must divide the tea and sugar giving each one half. In the beginning, we gave the month’s supply to Bento, assuming he would share with his mother. We assumed wrong. She finally tattled on him one day, telling us he kept it all to himself! Shame on you, Bento! 

I do love sitting and visiting with these two lovely people. Bento’s speech is slurred and Theresa only speaks the tribal Shongan language (of which I know maybe 10 phrases), but that’s okay. We just like each other’s company. I do know how to ask, “How are you” in Shongan, and Theresa always does a dance with her arms as she sits on the ground to show me that she is as fit as ever. Bento can understand my “American-Portuguese” that I speak to him and I pretend that I understand what he says back to me.  Ha ha! Our visit came to a close and I left to head home, looking forward to an ice cold Coca Cola after a long, hot day.

I only drove a short way before I encountered Vovo Theresa and Bento’s neighbor, a young woman named Bia, who had been recently widowed only a month ago. According to cultural tradition, she must wear only black for one year. She was dressed carrying her little boy, Candido, with her. Candido is terribly afraid of me. Not only am I white, but I also treated his badly burned leg and foot a year ago. It was a painful process of soaking off the blackened skin twice each week and bandaging it until I returned to do it again. Every time he sees me, he screams and runs the other way!  Needless to say, he was not happy to see me stop to chat with his mother. He didn’t scream, but he did pull back into her arms as far as he could and stared me down with wide eyes that shouted, “Don’t come any closer or I will scream!” This was the first time I had seen Bia since her husband’s death. I shared my condolences with her and she shared with me the horrible events of his passing after being badly burned on his chest, neck and face while on the job. His company refused to give him medical treatment or to give him money to go seek it out. They were too poor to afford the treatment, and he died. Bia’s sweet eyes filled with tears as she retold me of his suffering. She is now a 27 year old widow with a 7 year old girl, Amina, and 1 1/2 year old Candido. I asked her if I could pray for her, and she accepted. It was a privilege. Then I offered Candido a lollipop, and he accepted it from my hand! Bia and I were thrilled! Our short visit ended on a good note, but still, I drove away with such a heavy heart for this dear young woman.

This day left me with a lot to think about and a lot to celebrate. I miss home so very much. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss my family and my life back in the US. I have no doubt that God gives me days like this one to center me and remind me that I am an important part of what He is doing here. I am humbled to be just a small part of His work.

A Reason to Carry On

Usually my writings are about my work in the communities, but this one is focusing on a very new topic for me…the workers at our company, Sunshine Nut. They really and truly are the main reason Don and I came to Mozambique. We came to provide adults with dignity, hope and opportunity by giving them jobs. Working with people can be hard. They can disappoint you. Sometimes they break your heart. At times, they literally turn on you. It is important that we take the good with the bad, but that we focus on the good. Otherwise, we can lose our hope in humanity.

A few recent glimpses have shown me that our work has not been in vain. They have restored my inspiration, at a time when I really needed to be rejuvenated. Let me share these glimpses with you…

Our employees were recently working A LOT of overtime to get a container filled with cashews and on the water to America. They were working 6 days a week. When it came to crunch time the week before the shipping date, they were even working from 6:00 in the morning to 7:00 in the evening. They were exhausted, but continued to press forward. I joined them in the factory one day to add an extra hand. I was assigned the task of putting labels on the boxes. We always play music in the factory over our speaker system. It adds a jovial air to the work. At any given time, a particular favorite song will come on that livens up everyone. A Mozambican song came on late in the afternoon that caused quite a ruckus as the entire workforce erupted into song and dance at their work stations. It was electric and joyful. This is why we came to Mozambique. We came to provide hope. This moment in time gave me hope too.

We recently hired 6 new employees from the community. I sat in on the interviews. The candidates who came in were so broken. They could barely look you in the eye. They sat with their heads down and their legs shaking. I thought a few were going to cry. They came wearing their best clothing but still it had tears and stains on it. For most, this was the first job interview they had ever attended. These were people who never had been given anything by anyone. No one ever gave them a uniform to go to school. No one ever gave them medication when they were sick. No one ever offered them sweeties and presents. They came from very poor families where they had to fight to attain anything in their lives. I was in the office last week when one of these new employees came in to fetch her first paycheck…and it was a nice one too because of all the overtime they had worked. We looked out the window as she walked away and saw her break into a dance, waving the paycheck in the air with her head held high. This is exactly why we came to Mozambique.  We came to provide opportunity. This moment in time gave me opportunity too…the chance to see how our efforts have helped others.  

This afternoon I drove into the industrial park where our factory is located. As I came down the road, I passed two groups of our employees who were leaving at the end of the day. They were all dressed up, walking along and laughing together. We exchanged waves and smiles as I passed by. Ahead of me a pair of people caught my eye because they were out on the road. A young man was using his phone to take a photo of a young lady posing so that the industrial park was her background. It was two of our newly hired employees. They were taking photos of each other showing that they worked here in the park. They wanted others to know they had work. Having a job gives people pride and independence. This is why we came to Mozambique. We came to provide dignity.  This moment in time brought me dignity too…I was proud of what we have been able to provide.   

Tonight, I am feeling so very thankful. I needed just a nugget of something to incent me to carry on. I got not just one nugget but was spoiled with three. And three is way better than one!

The Making of a Sunshine House

When we moved to Mozambique 7 years ago, we assumed that the profits of our Sunshine Nut Company would be used to assist the work being done at existing orphanages. But over the years, our experiences revealed to us that children flourish and are better prepared for a successful adult life when raised in the Mozambican community, in a family environment, and by one full-time caretaker who loves them best of all. Thus the Sunshine House concept was created. We buy a house, fix it up, move in everything a family will need to live, and then place a caretaker (a widow or abandoned woman) with 3-4 orphaned or vulnerable children.

When I was back in the US visiting at my daughter, Cassie’s, house, she got me totally hooked on the TV series Fixer Upper. Well, let me say that Chip and Joanna Gaines have got nothing on me! I would love to see them come to Mozambique and fix up a house for our Sunshine families. Now that would be an episode to watch!

First, we go out into a designated area and look for a house. We have three main requirements…it must have two bedrooms, water, and electric. Sounds like an easy thing to find. Not! I still find it shocking how few families in Mozambican communities have water and electric. Electric and water hook ups are a must for us to purchase a house. We learned the hard way with our first house that one can wait weeks and even months for the water or electric company to come. It is not something we ever want to endure again!

Our search for a house in our price range with these three requirements took months to complete. Yet a house was found and the bargaining process began. After repeated offers and counteroffers, we agreed on a purchase price with the owner of the house in which we were interested. The actual purchase of the home is the most simple part of this whole process. It is a cash deal, which requires repeated trips to the ATM machine. It simply involves a meeting of the owner, the buyer, and the local chefe (community leader). The contract is a hand written piece of paper that simply says, “The buyer, Sunshine Approach Foundation, is purchasing the home belonging to XXX for the price of $$$ and is witnessed by the chefe, XXX.” All three parties sign and the deal is done. The house was ours.

It is at this point that I get to see the house for the first time. Before this, I cannot show my face because I am a foreigner or the price will double. I went to see the house with my colleague, Delcio. We made a list of all that would need to be done before anyone could live there. And then…the work began.

The first job was to replace the broken front door and to add a door for the room that would be the kitchen. Having good solid doors would be a deterrent to burglars. A carpenter was hired for this job as well as to repair the wooden windows that were still usable. Now that our house would be protected, we moved forward.

Our house did have electric, but the lines were tacked on the outside of the walls. This is not a safe situation for children. So we hired Alberto, a former Sunshine Nut employee who went to school and studied electrical engineering. His job was to hack channels into the cement walls and to run the lines of wiring to all the lights, outlets, and switches. This is the most destructive part of the process. It is during this time that I stay away because it is so disturbing to see the house literally torn apart. Alberto dug the channels and installed all the wiring in the walls, hung new lights from the ceiling, put in switches on the walls for the lights, new outlets for the plugs, and 4 temporary outdoor lights to provide lighting at night. When he was done, it looked like Armageddon!

This is when we called in the pedreiro- a mason. He cemented all of the dug out channels in the walls. He also replaced the air vents in each room. 

Meanwhile, another pedreiro replastered the back wall of the house, which was decaying, and he put in 4 new metal windows purchased at the local market to replace wooden ones that were rotten.

A third pedreiro was hired to make a cement walkway from the front veranda, around the side of the house, and to the bathroom which is located out behind the house.

In came our plumber, Lorinho. Lorinho’s job was to install a sink in the kitchen, connect it to the water supply, and install the tubes to let it drain out into a fossa (a pit) in the front yard. 

For the fossa, we hired a local man to dig a hole that was as deep as he was tall. The pedreiro was called back in to line it with cement blocks, and we let it sit to dry out before putting on the cement lid. Unfortunately for us, a huge rainstorm caused it to fill again with mud. So it was dug out again and more layers of cement blocks were laid to raise the height of the fossa.

 At this point, someone broke in and stole the sink from the bathroom out back as well as the light bulbs from the exposed temporary lighting Alberto had installed. So the plumber was called back in to install a new sink plus replace the totally gross toilet. A good strong lock was installed on the bathroom door and burglar bars on the window. And Alberto came back to install official outdoor lights that were burglar proof.

 We were now ready for the fun parts! Carlos arrived on the scene and spent a week painting each room. A fresh, bright coat of white paint made all the difference in the world! 

Delcio hung curtain rods and I added the curtains. We were now ready to move in furniture. In came beds, mattresses, mosquito nets, a wicker living room set and TV, table, chairs, stove, and a refrigerator. We added pots, pans, plates, cups, cutlery, bed linens, towels, and a hundred other of those little things you need in a home.

 And now comes the best part of all…the people! Just as each of our Sunshine Houses will be unique in the way they look, each house will also be unique in who lives there. Our main focus is on helping needy widows and orphans. Yet we will also have women who have been abandoned by their husbands and have no one to care for them. Zelda, in our first house, is such a woman.

We will also have children who have been abandoned by their parents. Christina and Virginia live at our second Sunshine House because their parents separated, and when their mothers met new husbands, the new man would not accept the children of the previous husband- an all too common occurrence in Mozambique.

 We searched for a caretaker for our new third house. We first spoke with a woman named Ilda. Ilda was a widow who had experience working as a caretaker at a children’s center- a definite plus. She was a lovely woman, but she was young (33 years old), strong and capable of finding employment. Our objective is to have a woman who needs someone to come alongside her. Someone who is struggling to survive on her own and has no ability to gain income. We then met with Angelica. We liked her from the moment we laid eyes on her! She had a smile that brightened the day and eyes that were filled with light. Angelica is a 57 year old widow. We shared our expectations with her and then asked her if she had any questions. Her only question was whether she would be able to take the children to church with her…she was hired!!!

 Angelica has moved into the house and is settling in. On the day she moved in, we met to pray so that the home and all who live in it will be blessed. 

Angelica is getting to know the neighbors and learning where in her area to buy the things she will need. We check in on her each day to make sure she is adjusting well. She is very excited to receive children. This will come next. We are waiting for the final approval to register our foundation with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. We can then work with the Social Action branch of the government to identify and place orphaned children. We have been told that we will receive this approval in the coming week- a welcome notification after a grueling and frustrating year and a half run-around registration process.

So stay tuned for our big announcement!

BEFORE AND AFTER PHOTOS...

Children's Bedroom Before

After

Tia Angelica's Bedroom Before

After

Dining Area Before

After

Kitchen Before   

After