By Edward O. Edward in 2010 showing off his love of soccer My name is Edward, and I’m a Civil & Structural Engineer, thanks to Ndoto. My story before Ndoto was quite a long and painful one. To summarize, I was a young orphan boy living with my grandparents. They did everything to take care of me. I went to a local primary school, but always struggled to get my basic needs like food, clothing, and even shelter.
by Janet W. Janet was part of Ndoto’s first class of students in 2010 Many girls, even some of my friends, got married at an early age. This was probably going to be my destiny, too. I was born in the Obunga slums and was raised by my grandmother because my mother was unable to care for me. I was blessed to be able to go to school, but when I was 16 years old and in my first year of high school I became pregnant, and all my dreams shattered.
by Fred Sadia Telling a story is nice, but telling a story of true resilience is sweet. Such is the beautiful story of a man who, after several years of challenges, is ready to repair. He is ready to patch up the broken past…. and broken vehicles. It is a breezy Wednesday afternoon – the advantage of being in a town adjacent to a lake – and as usual all the Ndoto offices are occupied with staff who are ensuring that the mission and vision of Ndoto are attained.
by Allison Schlack Mr. Livingstone said that church wasn’t really his thing. When Fred began talking to Mr. Livingstone by the gate that afternoon, he wasn’t sure what to expect. Our evangelism team, made up of young men sponsored by Ndoto, had gone to Mr. Livingstone’s house the previous week to pray for him and his family. While he seemed to appreciate the gesture, “church” really wasn’t his thing. Nonetheless, Fred had invited him to our next Sunday service.
by Allison Schlack When it comes to travel, our story is one of struggle. As with most couples, we had a desire to get to know each other’s families and friends, see where they grew up, and get to know some of their life. It becomes exponentially harder, however, when one of us is Kenyan and the other American. I’ve gotten the privilege of seeing and participating in many facets of Michael’s life, yet there was always an unmet desire for him to do the same.