When we first meet the boys, they all line up in a row and we are strangers who don’t speak the same language. One day I sit outside playing my ukelele and fourteen year-old Daniel shuffles up to me with a curious smile. He is fascinated by the sound and we have a conversation in words we can’t understand and hand motions. I hand him the instrument and his smile grows a mile wide. Throughout the month we teach English classes. Some of the boys don’t know how to read, even at fifteen years old. One of them is further behind, and I take him aside with flashcards I had made. I hold them up, one by one in front of my face and he guesses, sometimes right, as to what letter of the alphabet is written on it in crayon. I’m teaching him the alphabet and how to read simultaneously and my heart swells as he learns week by week. (A few months after I return home to the US, I receive an update letter that says he is now reading and can write his name)
As we drive away on our last day, the boys stand again in a line and wave goodbye. Daniel holds back tears, which makes me do the same. It’s the hardest place for me to leave.
Beacon of Hope (BOH) is an incredible, small and humble organization that give young boys a chance at a better life. There is so much I could say about it, but instead I’d like to share with you the following photos and a short documentary I helped create while we were there (see bottom of page).
Watch below to learn about Angie & the boys of Beacon of Hope Africa along with ways to help! PLEASE share!