Somewhere right now, a child who survived war, persecution, displacement, or life in a refugee settlement is waiting. Not waiting because they lack potential. Not waiting because they lack courage. Waiting because they lack access. A classroom. A teacher. A desk. A chance. That gap is why Hopeless No More
Dear Friend, In 1973, before I ever took my first steps, I was already on the run. I was born near the Rwanda-Uganda border as my parents fled violence against the Tutsi people. My earliest years were spent in a refugee camp. Later, that camp was destroyed by war.
My mother went into labor in a jungle between two nations. There were no doctors. Just wild animals, a terrified father, and a God who was already there. I joke that instead of doctors and nurses, my mother had lions, snakes, and hyenas at my birth. People laugh. Then I