Well folks, we are now on board with PeaceJam, a youth-led movement to inspire change and tackle 10 pressing global issues. Check out their website!
We will be launching a 2-part project to compile experiences from impactful volunteer work. Part 1 involves our upcoming calendar, which can include YOUR pictures with your credit and optional caption about your work. All those who send in two or more will be entered into a a draw for a free calendar and more prizes in store. Send them to our team at info[at]missionagainstmalaria.org by Dec 15th 2011!
Part 2 involves a write-a-thon; whether your volunteer work has been abroad or local, fundraising or hands-on ground-work, we and fellow humanitarian volunteers want to hear about it! Stay tuned for more info on this upcoming project
During our summer net distributions in July 2010 and 2011, MAMS donation nets were able to reach 12 hospitals & clinics in both urban and rural regions of Tanzania!
A big thank you to the University of Calgary medical students, Dr. L.T.Khan, Royal College of Surgeons Ireland students for their collaboration and effort! We look forward to working with them again in the near future.
MAMS is thrilled be part of LUSH’s Charity Pot program! Within the coming months, our logo and information about our charity will appear on the Charity Pot cream, distributed in LUSH stores throughout North America and the UK. Stay tuned for more information!
Check out the link to the right for a detailed “Frequently Asked Questions” research paper published this morning on the Terry* website. Comments are welcome. Also we would love to hear what you think about the ideas behind one of our future campaigns: “HEALTHCARE AS A HUMAN RIGHT.’ How can we empower youth through awareness programs so they can invoke change in their own communities?
“The noise was deafening.
I found it difficult to believe that less than ten minutes ago I was sitting comfortably in my uncle’s SUV, chuckling at his light-humored joke, marveling at the East African savannah scenery that melted past us. Little did I know then that in moments I would be forcing my way through a dense crowd of people who were all shouting, pleading words of desperation. Shielding my eyes from the searing sun, I passed through mothers wearily carrying exhausted, limp children in rags, and dozens of outstretched hands reaching for a hope that has always been out of their grasp.
My uncle was shouting something urgently over his shoulder as we hurried through the swarm, but his voice was drowned among the uproar that surrounded us. I don’t know how he could have spoken, let alone shouted; my mouth was so dry from panic that all I could do was mechanically nod and continue snaking through the dense horde on my own haphazard trail.
Shortly, we came to a bleached-looking cement building with a patched tin roof, where a group of familiar volunteers were briskly tearing open crates of pristinely packaged white netting. If I was not mistaken, the crowd had become even more relentless, a mass that embodied human survival in its most raw form. In a spur of the moment, I grabbed pieces of spare tarp and lined them up so that they led to the volunteers. Catching onto my idea, my uncle ordered everyone to stand on the tarp and follow the forming line. But even with the crowd immediately hushed, something was still unsettling; perhaps it was the unmoving, carried forms that began to stifle strained, dry sobs, or the perfunctory manner of 600 people moving in a line; or maybe it was my thoughts echoing ‘Why? Why them?’ answered with a helpless derision, ‘That’s just the way it is.’
Even with the numb silence, the noise was still deafening.”
August 2008; Mkumbara, Tanzania