Children's Village
Back to blogging about our trip and only have a couple of posts left! I took a brief break while my mom was visiting. We were busy playing with Tate and going on walks.
To pick up on our trip, we spent the last afternoon in Lalibela with our guide Yosef. Yosef grew up in the town of Lalibela, in a well-respected family. His grandfather was a local legend, being a famous Orthodox priest who translated the History of the Kings and the Bible from the old language of Ge'es (which no one but priests can read) to the Amharic language of the day. This meant that laymen could now read the Bible and the History of the Kings on their own - something that for the western world happened centuries ago. Joseph smiled and said, not only did he and Yosef have the same name, but Joseph's grandfather did a similar thing; a paraphrase of the Bible to modern language (the Living Bible).
Yosef had studied to be a deacon and spent his childhood in much the same way as the boys we saw hanging about the churches. All the boys knew who he was and he spent most of the time we were exploring Yemrehane Christos, talking to the local deacon boys.

Yosef received a good education, went to college to study computer science (also like Joseph), but then after living in the city and sitting in front of a computer day after day, yearned to be back in his small mountain village. He began working with tour companies and receives, for an Ethiopian, a good living. He uses his money not to save up for himself, but to care for street children. As he walked the streets he knew so well, he saw many children sleeping on the streets, begging, and hungry. He and his family decided they needed to do something to care for the orphans. So, a few years ago he began working with the government to run an orphanage for these children. He now spends most of his time caring for these children and works for tour companies for financial support.

The Children's Village currently houses 12 elementary aged kids. They attend school, receive tutoring, play soccer, sell things at market, and study hard. Above is a picture of Joseph, Yosef, a young man who is a house dad, and one of the boys. Yosef employs a couple men to tutor the children and some young women to cook and do laundry for them.

They currently live in a rented, small compound, made of cement, with metal doors and roofs. Each room holds 2-4 children. Above every bed is a handwritten paper in English saying the child's name, favorite activities, favorite subject in school, and vision (what they want to be).


We have nothing to prove his legitimacy other than our word that we saw his work, saw the land, saw how respected he is in the area and we trust him. Because he works with the government and not a western NGO, getting money to him is a bit tricky. However, if you would like to support him in any way, please do let us know and we can put you in contact with him by email and answer any more questions you may have. (my email is heidibayly at gmail)
I keep thinking about the new, amazing hotel we stayed at in Lalibela, which must have cost a fortune to build. It was built because some Americans came to Lalibela and asked their guide (a friend of Daniel Damtew's) what the town needed. He said a good hotel, as there was nowhere comfortable for westerners to stay. The Americans said, "How much do you need?" and it was done.
How much more does the town of Lalibela need a house for their parentless children to sleep, eat and live in?! We're hoping some American will ask Yosef, "How much do you need?" and it will be done.
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