I’ve spent time on this blog talking about politics, sustainable development, women’s issues, AIDS and even recipes. I’ve interviewed people I really respect like Freweini Ghebresadick and I’ve even interviewed world leaders like President Kagame of Rwanda. But, today I want to talk about something simple, yet completely transformational: Love. Without it, life can be a dark place to be. With it, all things are possible.
Yesterday, I passed the day playing tourist with my family. When I entered a little shop, I noticed that they sold lots of those little signs that you hang here or there which have sayings about life on them. You know. The ones like “Friends gather here”, “Live, laugh, love” and others like that. But then I saw one which really caught my eye and made me think of Africa: “Love is not a big thing; it’s a million little things”. Granted, I’m sure that the person who painted that little sign had something else in mind when they painted it; but life is about perspective, isn’t it? And for me, it was the inspiration for this blog post.
I’m often asked why I have dedicated so many years of my life to Africa. I have a decent education and could have done a lot of other jobs that pay a pretty good salary after all, right? I speak a couple of languages, have traveled to a few countries and have been offered a job or two along the way. But, why do I continue to work for virtually nothing in order to help children, most of whom I’ve never met in person? Why have I been up burning the midnight oil worried about sales, working on new projects, creating new partnerships or praying for families in Rwanda, Ghana or Lesotho?
In short, what gives me such a deep love of Africa? Well, love is not a big thing; it’s a million little things. It’s the smiling faces of women and children like Janet and her son in Kampala. It’s the pain in the hearts and voices of our cooperative members in Lesotho who have lost so many family members and friends over the years to AIDS. It’s reading a letter from girls in Rwanda whose lives have been changed so much because their adoptive mothers could put food on the table… and knowing how much a little thing like selling a pack of their greeting cards changes for them after losing everyone in the genocide years ago. Love is hundreds of sales made to hundreds of people who wanted to do their part after hearing about the weavers, carvers, farmers and other cooperative members we work with.
Love is Cori doing her shopping for her nieces and nephews each Christmas to help them feel tied to their father’s native country of Ghana. It’s not a giant check for $10,000; but it is the million times she talks about fair trade with her friends and family, sips a cup of our Red Bush Tea or is sincerely excited to see what kind of Christmas ornaments our cooperative in Uganda created this year. You see, Cori’s million little things are what will change Africa’s future. Each seemingly small gest adds up to what matters: Love.
I used to love the saying: Love is a verb. I still do I guess. But, now that I’ve heard this new quote, I think I prefer it even more. After all, how is a great romance lived if not through a million little memories which total up to a big love? How do you raise children, except through a million little conversations, gestures, meals and acts of kindness? In the end, they total a big experience called parenthood. Friendships, the kinds that really matter to us, are made up of millions of small cups of tea shared and all of those many moments lost in laughter, tears, support and concern. It isn’t because she bought you a giant gift at Hanukkah or because she lent you a lot of money when you really needed it. Sure, those things are helpful and even memorable. But, real friendships are built on a million little things. Just as we look back on those little things when we reach the end of our life; just as we can’t make bread without that little pinch of salt… life is made of the small things.
I don’t love my children simply because I gave birth to them. I love each of them because of their own “million little things”: the way #1 works so hard, yet plays so hard; the way #2 reminds me of old African storytellers and has the beauty of a Roman goddess; the way #3 is talented beyond measure and the way that little #4 has courage and strength way beyond her very young age. I could go on listing for hours. My love for Africa is no different.
I love Africa because of the deserts crossed regularly by the Tuareg families headed by people like Boubacar, who taught me so much about the art of leather-work and jewelry we occasionally carry. I love Africa for because of the beauty of Zulu women like Elizabeth, when her eyes light up as she laughs. My love for Africa comes from knowing how eloquent the Ghanaian’s like Dominic are when they speak. The style is absolutely charming every time and often makes me think of the great orators of history. None of that rushed, hurried, get-to-the-point kind of conversation had in the West; but instead, almost prose inspired ways of saying “How are you Sister, since we last spoke?” in a way that only someone from Ghana can. I love Africa for the incredible history in places like Lalibela, Ethiopia and the breathtaking beauty of its ancient Coptic churches. I love Africa for its diversity: of ethnicity, of cultures, of religions, of geography of foods, of people. I love Africa for the ancient empires like that of the Great Zimbabwe as much as for the modern day Zimbabweans who grow those delicious beans in my daily cup of coffee.
Even if there might be some “big ones” that others site, I love Africa for a million little reasons. What are a couple of your million little reasons to love Africa? I’d love to hear them!