There are days I felt like I was speaking into the wind. We planned meetings, made phone calls, and shared ideas, only for the next day to arrive with empty seats. Some days we agreed...
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Being a CorpsAfrica volunteer is more than a title, it is a calling that has transformed the way I see the world. Every day, I step into the hearts of the community and experience life...
What if the very ground beneath our feet held the foundation for stronger homes, greener communities, and sustainable livelihoods? As a CorpsAfrica Volunteer serving in Eshironyanga in Kakamega County, I recently spent time with local...
Most people think that impact has to be grand, loud, global, and impossible to ignore. As an international relations graduate, I once thought the same, that real change has to happen through high-level policies, global...
February arrived with a quiet storm. Two weeks after the first physical PRC meeting, the rhythm of village life shifted again. This time, the visit carried weight: Mr. Mogaka, the Deputy Country Director, returned accompanied...
The most difficult conversations to have always surround finances. I had this assumption with me when I first started my service here in Tharaka-Nithi. I believed most of the community members had little to no...
There is a different kind of energy that comes with learning by doing. Throughout March, the Youth Skills Training Program at Namaindi CDC was in full motion. Sessions ranged from liquid soap making to yoghurt...
If you scroll the first picture you will see uninterested, bored youth. When I first met youth of Kamuwongo, they were just sitting in small groups, scrolling phones probably gambling? and complaining about “no...
March was not a smooth month. It was a mix of progress and delays, excitement and frustration, small wins and moments that tested my patience. If anyone thinks community work is a straight line, they...
March arrived with the rhythm of rain. The community slowed down, turning its focus to gardens, planting with hope after last season’s drought. For me, activities were fewer, but each carried meaning. With Grace, we...
