the story of Ralph Tim…

My first experience in the slums of Nairobi was in a tiny, fly infested room at the Good Samaritan Children Centre, a girl child in my arms looking up into my eyes with genuine curiosity as she firmly held my hand.

Having returned this June to see my dear friends here, I marveled in their accomplishments of turning this place into a safe haven for orphaned children. The building was vacant of children the day we were there as they were in school, except for one shy little boy, clinging to the dress of the Headmaster, Damarys.

I asked Emily, Damarys’s daughter, why this little one wasn’t with the rest of the children. She told me that they had found him a couple of years ago,an aborted and abandoned baby ( most likely in the eight month of pregnancy), in the street, tossed amidst the trash and rubbish.

Good Samaritan took in the premature infant, raising him as their own. The child, for obvious reasons, is having a hard time adjusting, and will not ever leave Damarys’s side. He will only speak one word, “mama”, and only to Damarys.

A German volunteer was working at Good Samaritan during this time. She asked if the boy could be named after her father, Ralph Tim, as the girl was an only child, and always wanted a brother. And so this little boy was named.

When the girl returned home to Germany and told her parents the story, they immediately returned to Nairobi to meet the little boy, and have continued to help Good Samaritan with financial support to raise this child.

I’m proud that I helped work on building up this Centre back in 2009 so that they are able to continue doing work that is so desperately needed.

Ralph Tim

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