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For a fingerprint, Nmayan

For a fingerprint, Nmayan

08 Febrero 2015 -
On 19th December 2011 a baby was born in a remote village in Monduli, Emairete, in Tanzania. A girl, unfortunately!  another mouth to try to feed and she will never become as strong or important as a Maasai warrior.  Her mother however received her with all the love and emotion she could not express with words.  After all she was illiterate, poor, and a woman.

Her mother, exhausted by the recent pain and effort, held her close to her and looking deeply to her face, wished her - without words- a happy life or, the equivalent: that she could feed herself when there was no more milk in her breasts.  The girl will be called Ndoye Nemayan, which means "my girl" and "blessed", a premonition in a name.  Surprisingly she survived -like her brothers- to hunger and her mother's wordless resignation and to all the hardship of that land where they happened to be born.

Outside the hut, two boys, her brothers, were playing unaware of miracles or curses, chasing each other among the bushes and the dust, waiting for the next lifegiving rain.  Nothing to eat, nothing to offer, however, they laughed, lifting the dust with their bare feet.

The same day, 19th December 2011, not far from there in Arusha (Tanzania), a generous white woman travelled to Spain.  Two long years ago she had given her life a new direction away from the hustle and bustle of the previous 15 years in London, with serious and profitable financial transactions (for another world), where life was impersonal and frivolous.  The woman travelled for the first time with a Maasai man, her translator in Africa.  He, also a generous man, believing in generous poor people like him, that have given what they didn't have to help him survive and forge a future for himself among the African dust.  They called the woman: the white Maasai.

On 24th October2014 Ndoye Nemayan was playing with her brothers chasing each other inside the hut where she had been born 3 years before.  She tripped over and fell in the fire. her moder picked her up and run with Ndoye in her arms, without knowing where to go, screaming in desperation.  Not a single car went pass in 4 hours!

A few days later someone told the white Maasai.

Ndoye Nemayan survived her own tragedy, but because of the burns her face and body have changed.  Also the terse, matt colour of her  dark skin has become shinny in parts, irregular, pink.  In the days following the accident, all the fingers from her right hand fell off.  Those on her left hand, are still there but cannot move very well.  It would be good if she could learn to hold a pencil, make a squiggle, despite the rigidity of her wrists, to be able to sign the identity document that she still does not have.  She is undocumented, does not legally exist, if she remains illiterate like her mother, Ndoye will not even have fingerprints to be identified from, the fire took them too.
After so many days of pain and fever Ndoye Nemayan smiles.  The skin pulls at the corners of her lips, also deformed by the fire.  She doesn't remember what she was like before the tragedy.  It is possible that she had never seen herself in a mirror or even reflected on a pond.  There are no ponds near where she lives.

Because she is only 3 years old, she is not aware of the chidren's reaction when they first see her.  It is only on first contact, children soon accept reality the way it is.  So Nemayan smiles, sometimes laughs with all her heart.

Meanwhile, the white Maasai has not rested and continued running with the help of her translator, now her husband.  Together they have achieved many things: building a school (with 2 classrooms),  buy 398 goats, so many hens, organise the Maasai widows in bead craft workshops that they sell, build a maize mill and more....

They believe that extreme poverty can be defeated.  They believe it so strongly as to dedicate their lives to this effort.

They have managed to get a team of surgeons from a Madrid hospital to operate on the girl free of charge.

We need your help:

Make your contribution at:

At Caixa España:
2100 / 1595 / 41 / 0200123072

Ndoye Nemayan, her illiterate mother, Mª Ángeles Carpio Perez (the white Maasai) and Mibaku Mollel (her translator and now her husband) will thank you for ever.  Even without words.

We need to take Ndoye Nemayan to Spain.  We need to help her to recover her imprint on the world, her future.

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