Growing up in Bujumbura, Burundi, I remember looking forward to parties for one reason: the food! On very special occasions we would be given Fanta soda, samosas, and ibitumbura–similar to small donuts. We would eat them until our bellies hurt.

When I was growing up, Burundi was at peace. My childhood memories were filled with wonderful stories and laughter. I am disheartened at the condition it is now. The streets are flooded with children survivors of the genocide, years of ethnic conflict, and the horrific AIDS epidemic. Most of these children don’t have a party to go to, or a home to live in.

With the help of ChildCry, these children who are merely fighting to survive are being fed the same delicacies I used to look forward to as a child! Just the thought of this overwhelms me with an unspeakable joy. I am convinced that this practical display of love and affection will touch these children tremendously and remind them that they have not been forgotten by their Heavenly Father.