When I began sponsoring, I reassessed my finances and realized that I had much more to give each month. I began looking at children who needed sponsors. One little girl caught my eye. It looked like she was crying in her picture. It broke my heart.
This is the photo:
I thought about her and prayed for her often and I just knew she was the one. However, there was one small problem. I had never even heard of a place called Togo. Then, I saw on the Compassion Blog a picture of a Togolese voodoo market. I did some research and found that Togo was founded by similar French settlers that settled Haiti and has a similar voodoo influence. I was heartbroken and moved. God had already softened my heart and now I was ready.
I talked it over with a prayer partner and prayed over her for a week. Then, i knew beyond the shadow of a doubt she was my kiddo. I sponsored her. Meet Yayra, a ten year old from near Lome, Togo. She lives with her dad and grandma. Her mother is dead. Her grandma works as a farmer sometimes and she is responsible for selling all the crops in the market (you know, the scary voodoo one pictured in the Compassion blog!) all by herself. How scary! She also cleans, runs errands, and helps in the kitchen. She lives with 5 other kids in her household. She likes jacks, group games, and hide-and-seek. (I’m secretly hoping to turn her into an art fan!). During the months her grandma is able to farm, their family makes about 33 US dollars a month. The rest of the year they have no income. Her community has no safe water, no electricity, a lack of schools and a need for income-generating activities. She lives on the coast which leaves her vulnerable to be exploited. There is a very good chance that the deworming pill Yayra got when she entered the center for the first time was the first day she ate without parasites consuming her food in her entire life. Yayra is only in the equivalent of 3rd grade (at 10!) and she is doing poorly in school. I have sent her activities in hopes to help this as well as heaps of encouragement in her studies.
Since my sponsorship of Yayra, I have fallen head over heels in love with this child. I have only received one letter from her, but it is evident she is warm and loving. She sounds so precious. I wish more than anything I could hug her sweet self. Togo has also become a passion of mine-learning about them, understanding their culture, and wondering how to overcome the spiritual darkness.