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.
Ordinarily, when a student leaves Ndoto before graduating, it’s a sad occasion. Sometimes, however, we are amazed at their maturity and praise God for it! Irene is an example. She joined Ndoto in 2018 at 21 years old, going into her third year of pharmacy school at a top university. With incredible grades, but her single mother raising 3 other children in high school by selling tomatoes, Irene’s family had sold nearly all of their belongings to settle debts.
by Fred Sadia This is not a story of qualified physicians operating in slums. It’s an account of a slum that is producing doctors year after year, young men and women who have overcome all odds to be able to dress in brilliant white lab coats with stethoscopes hanging around their necks. It’s the dream of most Kenyan children to become doctors and study medicine, but because of the high cost of the programs most families cannot afford to send their children.