Imagine being left out of the gift giving! You can understand some of these looks. |
But the cool thing about these gifts is that to the children we visited they were rare and extremely hard to come by. So, the scarcity of these items and the response by the kids (and the adults) turned out to be a tricky combination of gratitude and joy mixed with fear of being left out and maybe a dash of greed.
We tried to organize the kids into groups (in addition to a meal and soda for all we put the boys in a line for soccer balls, girls in a line for school supplies, and little ones in a line for some fruit snacks and DumDum suckers) to make the distribution process efficient but you can only have as much efficiency as the kids will allow. Some of the older boys who earnestly volunteered to help Marissa and Kylie (see last photos at bottom) with the tasks ended up shooing away some of the kids when it wasn't their turn or barking at them to keep them in line. I must say that for the most part, at least at first, the kids complied and it was fairly orderly.
On my previous visit we had encountered a mentally ill woman who didn't understand that the gifts were for the kids and made a bit of ruckus so I was on the lookout for her and advised the girls to keep their distance. Well, this time she was a bit more lively as we politely tried to ignore her and focus on the kids. She didn't like that and actually picked up a large rock and acted like she was going to throw it or come at us. I instinctively pushed myself between her and my girls and then turned my back to her so that if she was going to attack us a) the girls wouldn't be hit, and b) I would get hit in the back and not the front. I knew she would only have one shot and it probably wouldn't hurt that badly but I was also trying to avoid the confrontation as I thought a wrestling match between a mentally ill village woman and a big white American man would sort of put an unwelcome mark on the day's effort. Thankfully she backed down and went her way without incident. However, it did shake us up slightly and I tucked it into the "Don't tell Mom" mental envelope (until now) and got back to work.
One additional complication was that on this day there was a certain group of the village kids who were all dressed up for pictures because they had been sponsored by an international charity group called Compassion. This group's village representative saw that we were there to give gifts and informed us that the Compassion kids didn't need anything and should be excluded from the festivities. It appeared that we had enough for these kids too (30 kids?) but this individual took a hard line and we followed suit. But the ironically-named Compassion kids just had to linger and watch these other kids get things and frankly the girls and I felt badly about it. But my attitude was: "When in Rome...don't make waves." Or however that saying goes.
However, I had almost forgotten who I had brought with me: my big-hearted, compassionate 17 year-old daughter, Marissa. In all the commotion of passing out gifts, keeping an eye on my girls, and trying to take pictures I looked up and saw Marissa crying hard. I initially panicked having no idea why she was crying (was the mentally ill woman back?!) and hurried over to find out what was wrong.
This one little girl (white dress below) was beside herself that she didn't get anything and started crying. Marissa saw this little girl and felt so sorry for her. This little girl's tears on top of Marissa's tender feelings while helping so many kids that had nothing was too much for her and she "lost it." This caused Kylie to cry as well. Wanting to help someone so much and being told you can't was just too much, and I understood. So, my dear Marissa asked me if it was OK to give her a soda and I said: Yes!
The photos below tell the rest of the story...
Marissa can't stand the tears of one little left-out girl. |
Disobeying instructions, Marissa makes sure this little girl gets a soda anyway. Look at those tears! |
All better now. |
So, we continued on with the effort until we had distributed the balls and gifts. Here are a few pictures of the sweet children who received the various gifts we gave out that day.
Holding his own box of chicken and rice. |
Here are some of the boys who received balls posing with Kylie for photos we gave to the donors of these balls. Some seemed to enjoy the moment more than others.
Marissa with one of the few girls who actually got a ball. Culturally the boys got the balls and the girls got school supplies. Maybe next time we will focus more on the girls playing soccer. |
As the day moved along the children, like any children will do, got a bit restless holding their food and wondering what else these white people may have brought to them. The older boys started to ask for things on the sly in hushed voices. "Mister--I need a ball. What about shoes? Do you have any shoes?" This is when the day started getting harder. Saying "no" is very difficult on the spot.
I had told the girls beforehand that we would never be able to meet the need in this one day and would have to leave some of the kids wanting and that it would be hard. But each of us had one or two kids we connected with in the short time we were there and naturally wanted to do something more for them. The problem was that we were completely exposed in the middle of the large crowd and could barely make it back to the car, let alone open it and discreetly hand something special to just one child.
I should have known better but the fatigue, the heat, the commotion, and my heartstrings all combined to make me at least attempt to try and give away all we had left in a fair and calm way. What else was I going to do with the items we brought?! Kylie had brought an old pair of goalie gloves and a personal jersey or two and directed me to give them to certain kids. I did all I could do distract the other kids but before I knew it I was literally surrounded by at least 40-50 kids in front of the car door. I tried my best to give the extra gifts to the intended recipients but was literally "mobbed" by these kids. I used my height to hold the items out of reach but as soon as I moved to hand it to the child pairs and pairs of hands started grabbing me to the point that my hands actually got scratched and I almost fell down. I was not at all prepared for that sort of pushing and grabbing so handed off the goods and made my way out of the crowd for some fresh air. Thankfully the girls weren't mobbed like that.
I was disappointed by this behavior but wrote if off to my lack of expertise in doing this sort of gift-giving and to the thinking these kids must have had in their heads: "We rarely get visitors with such unusual and rare things that I just have to get something out of this golden opportunity!" I don't really blame the kids but will be smarter next time in the logistics of generosity.
One quick funny story. Due to the heat we certainly were dancing a bit with dehydration but after none of us having had to empty the bladder all day that urge snuck up on all of us and I asked someone for assistance in finding a toilet or somewhere to take care of business. So, this young man escorted me, with the girls close behind, about 30 yards from the big group to a VERY exposed spot one foot off the road. I sort of looked at him, looked around, looked at him again, looked at my girls, then moved off the road to a tree about 5-10 yards for a little privacy, but still in view of at least 20-30 seemingly disinterested villagers. Talk about stage fright!!
The girls returning from the bush-room, er "bath-room." |
While I was trying to take care of business our escort turned to the girls and pointed to "my spot." The girls made an expression like "You have GOT to be kidding me!" He laughed at them and then took them to more discrete location. Marissa was a bit more committed to the effort than was Kylie and was able to find some semi-private relief. Kylie actually declined the opportunity which I found quite shocking given my knowledge of her usually small or weak-ish bladder. I am not sure when she actually did go but I think she didn't take care of things until that night back in Accra. At 12 hours she may have set some sort of personal, if not world, record for "holding it." Yikes!
Group shot towards the end of the visit. Smiles all around! |
Some of the girls' main helpers for the day. Sad to see us go (and by "us" I mean the girls.) |
Our host, Eric, explaining how the jerseys work and asking the village chief to be sure they are shared and put to the best use. |
Kylie handing over one set of 15 jerseys to the village councilman already wearing a Save-A-Thon For Africa T-shirt. |
See you next time guys! |
As the day grew dark we got back into the car, suddenly much more spacious, and headed for home. Traffic wasn't quite as bad on the way back so we made it "home" in about 2 hours. We were hungry and hit good ol' KFC for some chicken and Coke. Then off to bed to prepare for the next amazing day in an entirely different village and another amazing experience.
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