![]() ![]() This was my exciting childhood and my experiences growing up in Liberia will forever serve as a reminder of the dire needs of under-served communities. Women knowing my mother was a nurse, came with their sick children looking for help or a ride to the hospital. For them, to whom much is given, much is required, and that meant we had an open-door policy.Įveryone in the community came knocking for assistance. My parents never shielded us from the hardships of life. ![]() I learned to build a fire using firewood in Toma’s grandmother's makeshift kitchen. Toma had lots of chores, so to go off running around with me, I had to help her get her work done. My “yard friend,” as the phrase goes in Liberia, lived with her grandmother. ![]() I remember many days growing up in Liberia I used to run between zinc houses, playing carefree with kids in the neighborhood. Supporting Local Artisans In Nairobi Kenya ![]()
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