If someone had told my 25-year old corporate self that, just before I turned 30, I would voluntarily be taking bucket baths in Tanzania, Africa, I would probably have gotten a really good laugh
out of it. I liked my 401K, my beige cubicle, my health insurance. Notice, I didn’t say *love* but I was comfortable. And comfort is something we all take for granted every single
day. People ask me why I have chosen this route, when I could make simpler choices for my life and obtain some security or stability at the very least. And to be honest, some days are easier
than others to come up with a relatable and true answer. I remember the first day I landed back home in the States. I turned only the knob labeled “HOT” all the way over and watched as my
pristine, white bathtub filled up with steamy, clear water. I felt a tinge of guilt overshadowed by an enormous “Praise Be, Glory to God” thanksgiving. And within a matter of days, I
forgot what a chore it had been to stand in a tiny, dark cement shelter and bathe with two buckets. Before I visited the village with no water, the kids joked at me being a “chafu mzungu” or
dirty white person. I didn’t like standing in the chilly morning air, dipping my saucer into my bucket and dousing myself with enough water to make the soapsuds. I gave them plenty of
reasons to tease. How did I manage to soak the clothes I was changing into? And washing my hair? Forget it. No wonder the women shave their heads! But we are adaptable
creatures and we get used to whatever comforts we are allotted. It wasn’t long after staying in Mrandawa, the village where the women and children are walking ten hours a day for water, that I
yearned with excitement for my bucket bath!
It was once said that everyone in the world starts life the same way. We are born from our mothers. We do not choose which Mom. We do not choose where. We don’t decide the when. All I can tell you is that I was fed by people who had nothing to eat. I was housed by people who had mud huts instead of pillow-topped mattresses and air-conditioned homes. I was taken in and cared for by those who could not read and would never be given the opportunities I was afforded. What sets these people apart from me? Nothing really, except that I could get on a plane and escape when the time was up.
And for me, this is the reason I continue to climb a mountain when I wonder if I will ever see the top. I was born in a land where opportunity flourishes. A place where I am born a woman and with rights; the right to seek emergency care if I have no money; the right to have an education, job, and children; and, of course, the right to the pursuit of happiness.
I continue to climb because I now can’t look the other way.
I climb because God chose it. It was He who gave me legs strong enough to endure and a voice loud enough to be heard. (Trust me, He and I are going to have a long talk one day).
Last month, BeSomeOneNYC ascended a little farther up that mountain. Four New York City bands lent their talents to raise $3K for the Masai villages. This month, we are in preparations to start excavating a water reservoir giving 8000 villagers access to water. Every month it is because of each one of your donations and prayers that get us a little closer to providing opportunity to people who needed light shone their way. You are the light of the world…Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in Heaven. (Matthew 5: 14-16) To follow our progress or make a donation:
www.fundly.com/napokiefoundation; www.besomeonenyc.com or like us on Facebook!
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