Career Choices

Ask some of the older Cambodian children what they want to do when they leave school and you will be blown away.  I am amazed and encouraged by their hopes and dreams and pray with all of my might that at least some of them will come true. 

There are dreams of scientists wanting to discover something incredible for mankind, of lawyers, doctors, and those who want to care for Cambodians, so they’re not so sick, poor and hungry.  When you see where these children live, when it’s dark at 6pm at night and there’s no electricity for them to study by and when they get up in the morning, they have to help their parents clean the house, cook or work themselves, or you question how the hell they will find $400 a year to pay for university, you begin to wonder how on earth they will achieve their dreams. 

But sometimes things just fall in place.  This week, Bon La, the 17 year-old whose family I sponsored returned from digging potatoes on the Cambodian / Thai border.  I’d funded her return trip ($30) and worked with Kemsour’s wife, Srey Mom, to find her a beauty traineeship, which she starts next Monday, and a guaranteed job at the end.  She’ll work from 08:00 – 17:00 each day and then study English at New Hope for an hour at 18:00 at night.

Srey Mom and I visited a local hairdresser / beautician owned by a woman called Theary who’d studied to be a beautician in Thailand.  (Check the photos of her training notes which she proudly showed me).  Srey Mom negotiated a six-month traineeship for Bon La which will train her in hairdressing, make-up and nail art.  There’s a huge demand for this here with all the weddings and other festive celebrations, the cost is ridiculously low.  (3,000 riel / US$0.75) to have your hair blow-dried / straightened and around the same for (pretty revolting) nail art.
 

At the end of her traineeship, Bon La will have the option of staying on to work for Theary or for New Hope, which is planning to open up its own beauty training business in the new school in late March next year.

I can’t believe how easily this came together.  One minute this beautiful girl was digging potatoes on the border, risking a life of rape, prostitution, of being kidnapped for body parts or shot by the border patrol.  The next she is ‘safely’ home, but her mother approached by a man offering to find her work in Malaysia, paying her mother $50 for her, and 80kg of rice.  And finally, because of New Hope, she has a new vocation and the opportunity to earn good money to support herself and her family well into the future. 

Meanwhile, we need to find funding for the traineeship ($80) and $60 a month plus 50kg of rice to (approximately $500) sustain Bon La’s family until she can start to earn a salary. 

Dreams of an education become a reality

With the discovery of the new slum area on the weekend, Kemsour, New Hope’s Managing Director, made an offer to the village chief to educate the children in English, maths and vocational studies, providing them with an opportunity that these families could only dream of before now. 

It was with much excitement that some 50 new students of all sizes and ages arrived to register for school on the Tuesday, following the King’s birthday holiday.  It was such an amazing moment to see them arrive on mass, wearing their best clothes, having walked probably an hour to get to the school.  Those whose mother’s accompanied their children were beaming from ear to ear.  Others were accompanied by older siblings or who knows who else.  Can you imagine not turning up to your child’s first day because you had to work so you wouldn’t starve that night?

So, New Hope has another 50 beautiful but completely illiterate children to educate and provide with bikes, exercise books and pencils, let alone the sponsorships that will now be required to feed these people.  

New Life. Wasted Lives.

Last Saturday Kemsour and Kerry visited a particularly poverty stricken family who were living on a rubbish dump behind the Kantha Bopha hospital area.  Their plan was to take the family to the New Hope Farm to show them the house they are offering them, to discuss family sponsorship and how New Hope will fund a small business for them to operate – effectively giving them an entirely new start in life.

The father is sick with heart problems.  The four children are illiterate and survive on the money the mother can raise from selling vegetables while walking the streets.  Their gorgeous ten-year-old son has never attended school, his family is dependant on the rubbish he collects and sells for a pittance.

This family is one of 30 living in absolute poverty and filth and with countless others, are about to be made homeless as the Government evicts them from the land in order to build tourist-worthy bitumen roads throughout Siem Reap.

The family was not able to visit the New Hope Farm and learn about their windfall, their new chance in life.  On arrival to collect them, the father told Kemsour that he had to stay because it was his job to dig a hole to bury a five-year-old girl who had died earlier in the morning of Salmonella – food poisoning from a bad cake.  He took them to another slum area, a few streets away which they had not known about, and came across a small funeral comprising a monk praying for the tiny body who was shrouded by a filthy, flimsy towel. Nearby was the tiny girl’s cement-worker mother, abandoned by her husband who ran off with another woman, now left to raise one seven-year-old daughter.

A little way up the path, two men were smashing a piece of wood to pieces to build the little five-year-old a coffin.  There was no money for a proper funeral.   There was no money for anything.

As Kerry and Kemsour were leaving, an older woman came out to ask whether they could help with a baby that had been dumped at her house the previous day.  

We returned on Monday to check on the situation and learned that the beautiful 20-year-old from the country had in desperation, landed on the doorstep of this caring woman with her newborn baby boy, not knowing what to do or where to turn.  Initially we thought she'd abandoned the baby but I don't believe she has the strength to keep moving and clearly has nowhere to go.  The young mother’s husband had been killed when a truck hit his moto.  She had no family of her own.  No money.  Absolutely nothing but the filthy clothes she was wearing and her new baby. The look of pure grief, exhaustion and desperation on her face was incomprehensible.  

I have never, ever seen such sadness and took every single bit of my strength not to crumble in tears there and then in front of her.  As we stood there, learning her sad story, a stream of blood trickled down her leg.  Why couldn’t this poor woman be in a hygienic, safe, restful environment being looked after by professional health carers instead of lying on a straw mat in the home of someone she didn’t even know, above a mosquito infested, fetid pond, crying tears of grief for her dead husband?