A Year Later: Reflections from Lemong’o Village

It’s been a year since I had the privilege of volunteering in Lemong’o Village through The Lemong’o Project, and not a week goes by that I don’t think about the people, the land, and the lasting lessons I carried home.

I cherish the friendships I formed with the mamas—strong, spirited women who welcomed me into their world with open hearts and generous laughter. I felt a warmth that transcended language and culture. Their resilience, rooted in community and tradition, was humbling and inspiring.

Teaching at Belgrove Primary School was equally unforgettable. The classrooms were bare—no computers, few books, limited supplies—but bursting with curiosity, creativity, and joy. The students showed up each day eager to learn, and the teachers, many of whom walk great distances to get there, worked tirelessly with what little they had. Their spirit reminded me that education is not just about tools—it’s about connection, commitment, and belief in possibility.

I remember rising with the sun one morning and watching giraffes quietly move through the savannah, just beyond the village. That gentle stillness—so wild and yet so peaceful—felt like a blessing. It reminded me that beauty doesn’t need to be loud to leave a mark.

But I also carry with me the knowledge of just how much is still needed. From pencils to chalkboards to books and uniforms, the children and teachers of Lemong’o continue to do so much with so little. Their determination deserves our support—not just in words, but in action.

My time in Lemong’o was a gift. It taught me about joy without abundance, education fueled by heart, and the power of showing up for one another. I hope to return one day, but until then, I’ll keep telling their stories, raising awareness, and finding ways to help. Because the people of Lemong’o aren’t just part of a past experience—they are part of my ongoing purpose.

Mary Ann