I'm currently raising money to help provide a scholarship for Ifra. Ifra is from an area near the Kenya/Ethiopian boarder that has been plagued by tribal violence. She frequently had to cross into Ethiopia to escape violence, and missed school to help take care of her siblings. But despite all that she worked hard to keep her grades high and was able to get an opportunity at Daraja.
Looking back on my own education, which at this point spans 22 years of school, I'm humbled by the stark difference in the way I valued education growing up compared to Ifra. In elementary school I struggled with the emergence of my OCD and frequently missed class to avoid it. In middle and high school I saw school something keeping me from doing the things I really wanted to do. I spiraled and my grades showed it, but looking back I know that the fact that I "had" to go to school every day probably saved my life and kept me out of even more trouble. My senior year in high school was the first time I even began to care about my education, and I thought it might be too late. Obviously since I've gotten my head on straight I have spent the last 12 years working my ass off for my education. Over the last six years, Daraja has repeatedly given me hope and a sense of purpose when I needed it. Many of my friends and family have supported me and the Daraja girls along our journey.
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Asante Sana!
