Faith House Stories
Mary Reeve is the wife of Faith House board member Bill Reeve and truly our biggest fan. She met many of our senior students more than eight years ago, while volunteering as a nurse in a Rafiki Foundation medical clinic. Mary has always been an inspiration in the lives of the Faith House girls.
We’re thrilled to have Mary share the photos and experiences from her family’s recent trip to »
Christmas often comes a little early at Faith House. Because so many of our students go upcountry to visit family during the holiday, the Faith House family usually plans its holiday festivities for early December.
For Faith House, Christmas is a time of developing traditions, sharing fellowship with each other, and reaching out to say thanks to the many people who help make Faith House a reality. »
Before 5 a.m. some of the early risers are in the study room with books spread over their desks. It’s so hard to be awake so early, but the students fight through illness and weariness to be fully prepared for the day.
Between 5 and 6 a.m. all the girls begin to stir, taking showers, getting dressed, gathering books and school supplies. Some greet the day with bright smiles. Others drag into »
Noah was dirty. Road construction on the main route between Faith House and Village Market had left a coating of fine red dust covering the van from top to bottom. A cry for help screamed from Noah’s back window: “WASH ME!”
But water in the Faith House neighborhood was precious. The main water supply had been off and on for the past few weeks. The house storage tank had been drained »
When I first met Jane Mwihaki, she was applying for a place at Rafiki Girls’ Center. I asked her to tell me something special about herself that would help me remember her. Few of the girls could answer that question.
Jane’s immediate response: “I am not easily discouraged.”
Jane has faced family tragedies and overwhelming disappointments in her life, and yet her sweet smile »
The evening was quiet. Most of the girls had settled into studying, some at their desks in the study room, some grouped around math texts spread on the dining room table, a few finishing kitchen chores.
We had been at Faith House in Nairobi for almost a week. The routine was becoming normal. I was working on my computer, recording my notes and observations, when Leah suddenly entered the room.