Butha-Buthe Celtics

In the remote, border town in northern Lesotho called Butha-Buthe (boo-ta-boo-tee), children work hard, I mean really physically hard, just to help with the chores around the house -- hiking to gather sticks to burn for fire, trekking to find water to drink and to do wash, and schlepping tools to the valley to try and grow food. As you can imagine, farming in the mountains takes a physcial toll that my urban body would probably flounder under, despite hours of honing its Zeus-like qualities;)

Despite these obstacles, there are naturally majestic views and resolve in the people that can hardly be put into words. So, I have attached a picture! Here, in a small, lush green pasture, with grass over a foot tall, Ms. Mika was dedicating her free time to help empower the local girls through the training she received in Maseru, the capital. With the laughter and smiles of these girls, I knew Ms. Mika's time to travel by mini-bus for over an hour to recive training in the city was a good investment. Moreover, this confirmed for me the credibility of the CaC "train the trainers" model. As we drove away to continue our work, I felt like the world had taken one small step forward. Although she is a tiny, little lady, or I am a giant of an American man who truly enjoys his fast foods, she packs the energy and dedication needed to inspire this nice group of girls. Thank you Ms. Mika! I know you will inspire my many nieces AND nephews through your work.

And, I hope you enjoy the indestructable One World Futbol during the drier, rocky months...

Collywobbles, Christiano