My Name is Witness Niini Lesariko. I am from Tanzania. Honestly, my life has been a blessing – a living testimony. I have loved how God has brought important people into my life. He uses us together for His purpose. These people are making it possible for me to go to school and that means they are helping me achieve my dreams. Before, I could only wonder if I would ever be educated.

My dad ran away from home when I was 5 days old. All through I have never enjoyed dad’s love even to the tiniest bit. I have seen daddies who are everything to their little girls, but for me, I did not know mine. I simply have grown up to know my mother as the only parent I have.

He left my mum with nothing to help us survive. My mum had to look for odd jobs around our home to get food for my older brother and me. This is not what a mum who has just given birth would be expected to do, but she just could not sit idle and let us suffer and cry. Little children don’t understand.

It was not easy growing up with all these challenges. Nevertheless, through God’s grace we did manage to get where we are today. I studied for my entire primary school education in Tanzania and I joined high school there.

I had to bear up with missing classes from time to time due to lack of school fees. The little money that my mum got was not even enough to supply us with two simple meals a day. The teachers were not keen on us missing and they would not allow us to make up the work we missed. But without fees, there was little choice. The schools sent us away. I devised some means of surviving in school. It became heavy on my heart because I was being dishonest, but it was all I could do by then. I would be sent home for fees but I never left the place. I would sneak back to class and keep avoiding my teachers. I knew they were tired of my excuses but I just had to be in class. I knew a good education was the only wealth I had and there was no way I was going to let the opportunity go just like that.

Though I couldn’t understand then why this had to happen to me, I now know for sure that God had great plans for me – more than I could actually dream of.

First, we had visitors to our school. They were students from the USA and our teacher assigned each one of us to partner with one of them. I got Talia. I could not speak English, not even a word, but I enjoyed her company so much. When the students left, many of them gave gifts to us, but I found a way to tell Talia I only want education.

I will never forget the year 2009 – It is the year that God brought His angels in my life. They traveled 17 1/2 hours, across Kenya and into Tanzania, only knowing that I lived in Arusha Tanzania…. and they came to find me. I could not imagine how anyone would do this great thing to another person. When I saw the car arrive at my school, my heart felt as if it was beating outside of my chest! I was really shaking. These angels from Matanya’s Hope had come all that way for me!

Matanya’s Hope has since transformed my life. Erica – my sponsor has proved to be my heaven sent. I honestly do not know where I would be without her support. Being sent home from school for fees was never to be my reality again.

Through Matanya’s Hope, I met many new friends from Kenya and the USA. GG is one who has imprinted my life; each mission, she teaches me poetry that makes me feel love and hope. She has shared stories with me that make me feel so alive.

Yes. I should say this too; Kenya education standards are much higher than in my own country, Tanzania. In Tanzania, the curriculum is purely in Swahili while in Kenya, most of the curriculum is purely in English. I know it sounds funny, but I did not any English words. Not a single one – except for “hello”. It was a foreign language to me, but, I had to master it for the sake of my studies in Kenya. For the first few months, I could only stare at my books and pray and really cry. The entire world was foreign for me. It was not easy. Matanya’s Hope continued to encourage me. They promised me it would be like a flame; once I started to understand English, the whole world would feel brighter. Despite the pain, I believed too much in my dream; I never allowed myself to give up.

Even when last year, God called my precious mum home. Matanya’s Hope surrounded me with love and many traveled with me all those miles to support me during the days of burial. During that heartbreak, my father tried to find me and marry me off, but I refused to entertain such silliness.

I can tell you for sure I am a different Lesariko now….not the one Matanya’s hope found buried deep in the dust because of poverty! I am finding my voice as a girl and I am growing into a strong, determined woman. I will make a difference in this world and I will help others to do so, like Matanya’s Hope is helping me.

I am in my fourth year in High school. As you can see, I can now speak English. I am still learning, but it is true; the flame is lit. I believe I am going to make it.

I want to tell every one reading this that God is not a human being – even if all were to leave us, He will always stick with us.

I wish to thank my sponsor Erica and Matanya’s Hope founder, Michelle Stark, for the incredible work they are doing. In addition, to all those who are sponsoring a child, please know it in your heart that your sacrifice is changing a life somewhere. I could have been married off long ago, and even last year, but now, I am the symbol of Hope through God’s hand and yours, through Matanya’s Hope.

To Erica my sponsor, you are a great gift – my treasure. I adore you.
To my mum, I shall honor you in all my days.

Witness Niini Lesariko

Life is good, even in the face of adversity. You just have to hold onto hope.

My name Is Phineas Kaimenyi. I am a Kenyan and I live in in the remote mountains of Meru County in Kenya. I am currently a form three student, known to you in the USA as a Junior. I attend Nanyuki Boys High School and am the first born in a family of three.

When I was in class two my father left home and went away. No one in my family – including my mother has any idea of where he went. Honestly, I miss my dad every minute of my life. This made my life seem hopeless until God proved to me that He could work in a way different from what men think – by the time you are through with reading this, I assure you, you will agree with me that God has been amazing in my life.

Since that time, my life became hectic – my mum could not support us with our basic necessities – I know it pained her to see us suffer but she had no means. Have you ever slept on an empty stomach for a day or two? This was part of our growing up. Two days hungry was normal to us, but it hurt.

My mum went out seeking a job that at least would give her something to put on the table but do you think anyone cared to know what she had been through? The only job available for my dear mum was to sell drugs! Honestly, this pained me so much since, other than just selling the drugs which I knew was not what any one in their right would want their mother to do, it involved associating with people of all sorts – even drunk men! It always pained me to see my mum live such a life but there was nothing I could do – to tell you the truth it just made me feel miserable and so hopeless.

Despite the effort that my mum had in this business, it was not well paying at all. The money she got was not even enough to cater for our food. We could not afford to buy clothes. We felt like we were just shadows of life.

Though I love school and I knew how desperate I was for education, I could not afford the fees. I wanted to study and change my family – I wanted to feel some hope but there was none!

I struggled every day to find the coins demanded by school so that I could attend class. I struggled this way until I finished std 8 (8th grade). Many were the days that I failed and had to exchange my desire for books to work in someone’s fields: digging, planting, weeding…from sun up to sun down and yes, hungry. But, no matter my absences, at the end of the year in std 8, I sat for my class eight exams. Here in Kenya, the marks you get on these exams qualify you to join high school. By God’s grace I attained 320 marks! This was a miracle considering the many times I never went to school – and even when I did, it was on an empty stomach. I qualified to join a good school in Kenya but this was not even heard of in my family. Getting to class 8 itself was an achievement. I desperately wanted to join high school but where could I get the fees? How could I even tell my mum that a school principal somewhere demanded that I pay fees? I only made a prayer to God, though by then I didn’t even believe He existed.

I confronted my Primary school head teacher about my trouble in raising the required fees. He was touched by my story and suggested that I go and look for this man who happened to work with an American based organization which sponsored needy students. The man’s name was Julius. I was desperate and would not give up until I found him! Funny enough, success shined during our meeting and he invited me to repeat std 8 in hopes that I might get a sponsor within that year. If we could manage to secure a sponsor, I would have hope to continue my education through their support and love. This I agreed to without much struggle at all. I worked tooth and nail to perform at my level best! I knew where I came from. I needed to believe in change.

Talk of miracles happening!!!!!

I was introduced to Michelle Stark who, since then, has proven to be my heaven sent. She gave me blankets and soaps, toothbrushes and toothpaste, pencils and so much I could not believe my eyes. But most important, Michelle believed in my story. She saw something special in me and told my story to Patrick Ormsby, who became my beloved sponsor.

I was happy to be sponsored by Pat. This was a miracle and I could not ask for more. My hopeless life was now transforming before my own eyes. I could now confidently talk of a brighter future – of achieving my dreams – of changing my family status.

My dearest, my Mum Michelle, not only helped me to get a sponsor but also has been my solace and inspiration. She always makes sure that I am comfortable at school and even at home. She has actually found me a better place to live away from my drunken mum. This has increased my concentration in school.

My Loving dad Pat has been so good to me. He is always ready to listen to me. I take him as a special gift given to me by our Heavenly Father. What a wonderful dad!!!

My life experiences are teaching me the importance of giving back to others: helping them when they need help – giving them hope since I believe that there is always hope for us.

I thank God for the good opportunity He gave me. I am using it to my maximum by working hard every day so that I will reach my destination. When I start earning, I will give back to the poor, helping them as Matanya’s Hope is helping me.

I would love to tell everyone who is making sacrifices to support Matanya’s Hope that their sacrifice is changing the life of an individual who might never have had a way out of hunger, hopelessness and despair. That coin that you donate may be just what someone here in Kenya has been asking God for.

Special thanks to Matanya’ Hope and all who have been supporting this beautiful work that God started in Michelle.

Phineas Kaimenyi

I did not know that I would ever make a step ahead in my life. I lost hope in getting a good education. I lost hope in getting shelter. I lost hope in general. I had given up in life.

Then came Matanya’s Hope. I thank God because of them; they are giving hope to many children who lost hope in life. I being among them. Matanya’s Hope has changed the world for me and my family.

In 2008, my whole life was transformed from hopelessness to hope… one level to another.

I was brought up in a family of six children. My parents were not able to provide us with basic needs such as soap, tissue paper, or even a pencil for school. Sometimes, we had no choice but to go to bed without food. Education was also a tough struggle for my mum and dad who were jobless. Unless they worked for someone doing odd jobs, we did not have money to buy food. My parents did not earn enough money to support our education and therefore, one of my brothers and sisters dropped out of school in class five. During that time, my sister and I were in nursery school. We missed a lot of school because there was no money for our school fees.

In 2003, Kenya announced FREE PRIMARY EDUCATION; I passed the interview well and I joined class one. I had to stay at home for one good year without going to a single day of school because we could not afford the books and pencils. They were not available to me.

The next year, I managed to go to class. My parents struggled to buy me one thin book of a few blank pages which I used to write all the subjects in. I worked very hard and I used to be among the top students. I was given books and pencils as rewards and therefore, I was lucky to get some more supplies through my hard work.

I finally had hope to continue with my education, but in 2005, when I was in class 3, my dad passed away. I was only 10 years old. I wept so much.

Life after his burial became very tough for all of us. We could not support ourselves and when we needed the support of our extended family, they started turning against us. They threatened to grab our land and make it their own. They forced my mum to leave home and she knew that she did not have a choice but to go. She left us behind… we were now on our own. My sister and I had no choice but to abandon school so that we could provide for the rest of our family. Among them was my little brother who was a toddler of two years old. We struggled too much and it was after a lot of suffering that our grandmother started taking care of us. She loved us so much but the same relatives who wanted to grab our land also did not want her to support our family.

She provided us with food and took care of my little brother. My sister and I returned to school. The pupils were now very much ahead of us but we tried our best to catch up with them. It was no use; staying at home for that long caused my marks to drop and my position was taken by someone else. This hurt me so much.

I refused to quit. I pulled up my socks until I came back to my position. My teachers were very happy. They helped me by giving me text books.

IN 2007, my sister was introduced to Michelle by Mr. and Mrs. Mugo. Through them, my sister’s life was never to be the same again. She was provided with clothes, shoes, and many items of which I also benefited from. In 2008, she was taken to a boarding school where her education was much better. She was provided with all of the books, uniforms, bedding, supplies, and even the toiletries that she needed. I was elated to see my sister in a good school. I found myself believing that we would make a step ahead and that our lives would never remain the same.

I benefited too. Mr. and Mrs. Mugo introduced me to Michelle in 2009. I was taken to the same boarding school where my sister studied. I was so happy and worked hard to ensure that I kept my top position.

The family was still intending to cause us harm; they were not happy and envied us openly. They refused to be associated with us and separated themselves from us during any family celebration. Though they did this to us, I am very proud of my grandmother who supported us and encouraged us to work hard in school and to put God first in all that we did. She also encouraged us to use the opportunity that Matanya’s Hope and our sponsor Tim had given us. I spent my vacations from school near my grandmother for her good stories. Some made me laugh, some encouraged me never to give up in life; others acted as a warning. Through her, I learned to cope with life. But our time was short. In that same year, she passed away. I got the information when I was at school. I wept too much.

Our director encouraged us. He told us that she passed away from old age. But she was the only one who loved, cared for and supported us. It was during her burial that my mum came back and she took us to live with her.

Matanya’s Hope gave us a better education. It gave me hope for a future life. I know that my dreams will materialize.

Matanya’s Hope provided our family with a shelter which was built for us to live in and to study in. They provided me with clothing, bedding and even sheep which enable us to earn a living. We sell the offspring when we have a need to be fulfilled. Our sponsor and Matanya’s Hope are taking so many people from my community to new heights.

I found encouragement through them that it is not all lost; there is still way for a better tomorrow. I pray to The Almighty to bless our program so that it can change other people’s lives too. There is no discrimination here, regardless of status, tribe or colour. Matanya’s Hope supports all kinds of people from Kenya and beyond. I believe that I will make it in life. My dream is to become a teacher. One day, it will be me giving hope to students. I know I will support needy children as I am being helped today. God bless Matanya’s Hope forever and ever.

Yours affectionately,

Kamanga Jane Wangui

PSALMS 23:1-6
The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
He leads me beside quiet waters,
3 He refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths
for His name’s sake.
4 Even though I walk
through the darkest valley,[a]
I will fear no evil,
for You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff,
they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
6 Surely Your goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of The Lord
forever.

My name is Faith Wanjiru. I come from Nairutia, Kenya. It is a dry place. Crops can’t grow. We lack water for everything, even to drink.

When I was in class 3, in primary school, my father died. We were only left with my mother. We felt as if we had no hope.

To me, my life was very hard. Since we were very poor, we could not afford everything that we wanted, like food and shoes and story books. Our family was 9 in number. The little my mum got, she used to pay school fees. But it was not enough. Sometimes, we were sent away from school to go home and get fees. They did not care that we had to walk long distances to return home. We walked hungry. We cried.

Most of the time, we went without shoes. At church, children would laugh at us. We ate little food because my Mum had no job. We would stay the whole day without eating.

We would work in the shamba (the farm where we tried to grow crops). That made our hands to become rough. I never thought that my life would be better. Our house was made of mud. We would share one bedroom. The house had three small rooms with dirt floors.

We would wear tattered clothes. Children born of rich parents would tease and look down upon us. Hunger threatened to suffocate us. Our villagers feasted on all types of food. We would coil into our mud house.

As days passed, my family members lost all hope and people thought of nothing concerning our future. We were so humiliated each painful moment we saw other children going to school when we were at home. In the morning, we could hardly afford a cup of sugarless millet porridge.

During my first term of class four, we were in the play ground at school. It was a dry field with wild brush and thorns. My mom came running. She could hardly breathe. She was calling our names, “Francis. Faith.” We also started running and we followed her for a long distance to Father Maina’s house. Michelle was there with Mr Mugo. I never saw her before. She was a mzungu. I stood with Francis. We were breathing hard and sweating. We always felt ashamed for our bare feet and tattered clothes. Michelle did not mind them. She was kind and loving. She asked me a lot of questions.

Her good friends were there too.

This is when my life changed. I was helped by Matanya’s Hope. I got a sponsor named Lisa. Francis got a sponsor named Tina. We were helped a lot since then! They bought us uniforms and shoes. They took us to a good school. They love us. I really thank God for that. It was like a miracle happened in my life through God’s grace.

Thank you Matanya’s Hope for your kindness and your love. Now I am in class 8. I will not let you down. I will learn well so I can become somebody and help others as you have helped me. You have lifted me from nowhere to somewhere.

Faith Wanjiru Kimingi