02/02/2021
Ending our series (for now!) with a moving story from Mo, our trip lead and personal Wolof translator, from our time visiting with orphans in Dakar, Senegal. Sometimes something that means so little to us can mean the world to others:
Wednesday was the most emotionally-challenging day for all of us. We spent the morning distributing hygiene kits and mattresses at the local orphanage. It was tough to walk through the temporary structures where the kids lived, which they would need to vacate once construction was complete and the builder moved in. That afternoon we were able to host the kids at a nearby park for some much-needed fun. While fulfilling my usual translator duties, Carly K. pulled me aside and showed me something that she wanted to give away: two t-shirts, one from a Xavier basketball t-shirt toss and the other designed with a popular graphic referencing tacos. We now had to find two recipients among the 100 or so kids. The Xavier shirt was easy: it was a long shirt which would serve as a night gown for most of the kids, so she gave it to one of the taller kids who was playing basketball. Success. The taco shirt was a few sizes smaller and would fit most of the kids there so we searched for someone who really needed it. We found him. A kid wearing a soiled shirt with holes large enough to fit someone’s head. (If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he got it from Kanye’s Yeezy Season 1 collection.) She walked over and gave it to him. He smiled. I didn’t expect what would happen next — his peers took notice, undressed him of his old shirt, and dressed him with the new shirt. They laughed and ran away. A childhood moment. I’m not sure if she could tell but I was truly touched by her generosity. Truth is, she didn’t have to. More importantly, she gave and left their pride intact. To Carly, it was just two shirts. To the kids, a gift of love.