Thanks for the attention and interest you are taking towards my request of help for the children of “St. Daniel Comboni Social Development Center”.
We, the Comboni Missionary Sisters, started this Center in 2016, in a very poor compound (Makeny Villa) in the suburb of Lusaka, Zambia. Our desire was to create a safe place for children, adolescents and young mothers where they could be away from the street, learn good values and attend the Literacy course.
In this compound life is hard and infrastructures are almost inexistent…. People try their best to find piecework to have something to eat in the evening. The women try to sell something sitting at the street side: a bit of tomatoes, few onions, charcoal…. Many of the children spend their day on the street, learning what the street offers them. Some go to the Government school, Twashuka School, with classes of about 200-230 children. Unbelievable but true!
Some of the children and adolescent of the compound come to our Centre, from 8:30 am to 5:00 pm. At the beginning, we were organizing various sport activities for them. Then, little by little, we have started giving more attention to their academic education, organizing some classes and teaching children either who have never been to school or that dropped school in grade 1 or 2: we firmly believe that the way out of poverty is education…. Personally, I have been here since January 2024. From the beginning, I noticed children moving too frequently in and out of the classrooms and going to the tab to drink. Observing them better, I noticed that their leaving the classroom was because of hunger. They kept on drinking and drinking and drinking to fill the stomach with something…
We started giving a bit of milk now and then, but the children need to eat every day, not only “now and then”!!!! And, trusting in God’s Providence, we started giving them a cup of milk and two slices of bread, or a bun, everyday… With God’s help, we will continue ….What we give is not much but the children long for “our lunch time” since they come to the Center with no breakfast and some of them even remained with no supper the previous night because there was no food… . They eat, drink the milk and run to play in the football ground until 2:00 pm when they go back to class.
Yes…to class. Here we have another challenge: the desks… They are not enough and so the classes are still few. It pains me when the children come to me and ask to be assigned to a class because “I want to learn how to read”…
Near to the Center, at a walking distance, there is a Refugee Camp: families from Congo and Rwanda live in tents or in one room only. Some of their children come to the Center, too, and enjoy learning, playing, sharing, making friends with the Zambian ones… no barriers, simply children and friends. Sadly, now and then a group of them is transferred to another Camp and the children have to leave friends, Centre, their teacher…and go.
They are all beautiful children but they have come to know suffering too early; nevertheless, they are full of enthusiasm and dreams … They dream to become teachers, doctors, police officers…; one even wants to become President of Zambia… and we dream with them.
Yes, I dream that no child goes to bed at night without dinner. I dream that everyone may go to school and not be left on the street. I dream that there will be no more cases where a five-year-old girl, like Jamina (false name), is locked in her house, from morning to night, because no one can look after her; or that another girl, Liza (false name) also five years old, is locked out of the house every day, because no one stays at home…
I dream that there might be justice everywhere and no more schools for the poor, with 230 students per class, standing or sitting anywhere, on the floor, on tables, literally everywhere…
I dream that there will never be children who, to calm their hunger, constantly go to the drinking spot to drink, drink, drink… and fill their stomachs. I dream of happy children in families, not in refugee camps, children who can look at the future with serenity and forget the fear of suddenly being picked up and sent away to another camp, leaving the Centre, the teacher, the friends.
I dream of peaceful days, full of children growing up well, who study, who have food and a home….
I entrust this dream to God our Father who will surely answer us through the good people of this world.
With gratitude, Sr. Enza Carini Comboni Missionary Sister