Finishing What We Started.

14 months. It’s been 14 months since YOU – anyone who donated, supported, prayed for me – helped me go to Zimbabwe and dig a borehole (or well for water) for the students and community of Hwata Secondary School.

I’m grateful for the money donated for the 2015 project (over seven-thousand dollars). This money has gone to good use – thousands of residents of Muzarabani NOW drink clean water everyday thanks to generous people like you. So thank you.

13

…But one borehole isn’t enough. It’s a great start, but there is still MORE to be done.

With your help, I’m going back to Zimbabwe this December.

It’s not going to be cheap, but here’s the good news.

If WE (you and me, we) do this right, we can turn Hwata Secondary School into a self-sustaining, stable school that will lead to other schools and projects being helped.

The students of Hwata need more water.

The students of Hwata need a garden.

hope

Perhaps most importantly, the students of Hwata need hope.

I haven’t forgotten them.

I hope you haven’t either.

 

Signed,

Vimbo

Founder of TineVimbo Inc.

Drooling blood & other reflections from 2015

1661050_10153155788601493_2214824874656115041_nOk, so yeah, I just got my wisdom teeth pulled out around noon today, I am on some heavy painkillers, and I’m probably going to fall asleep anytime soon. But I want to write before my brain shuts down.

So yes, I am currently, unattractively, drooling blood and water out of my semi-numb lips.

But, in other news…

.

2015 was AMAZING!

Water. Education. Building up schools. In my home country!!!

God is great. And I’ve been blessed with some amazing friends who helped make it possible!

17Thank you SO SO SO MUCH to everyone who donated, prayed for me on my trip, and those who continue to support TineVimbo and it’s mission 🙂

(Wonder what I’m talking about? Check any of my past posts about my 3-weeks spent in Zimbabwe this past June. Such a life altering experience).

.

2015 was AMAZING!

17Notice, I said amazing. Not perfect.

I made a lot of mistakes with TineVimbo, the non-profit.

One thing I learned is that next time, I need to do things WAY more in advanced.

And going into 2016, TineVimbo now has a TEAM – 3 of us so far – to work with! Hallelujah!

Which is why, this is me telling you, unofficially/officially – WE (me and some of y’all reading this) are going BACK to Zimbabwe in June 2016.

8

Don’t believe me, just watch 😉

Stay tuned to this blog and facebook.com/vimbotinevimbo for updates,

& keep your eyes open for our new website launching January 2016!

books :)

A whileeeeee back, I did a book drive in the southwest Michigan area and collected over 2,000 books, and I’m SO glad to see that they’ve finally arrived in Zimbabwe, and help build up education in my homeland!
Thank you (to my mother in purple) for delivering the books!!!! 😀
#littleismuchwhenGodisinit
12186708_1756330931261169_6042983424660698564_o

Day 22 & 23: I Left Zimbabwe With Hope.

28 days ago, I landed back in the United States after spending a day in London, 3 weeks in Zimbabwe, and a day in Johannesburg.

Since I arrived back home, I have been struggling with what to write.

I have been struggling with how to feel.

I saw so much.

Met so many amazing people.

I felt so, SO many things.

And yet, I haven’t known how to conclude this chapter of my life.

So here’s what I realized. It’s not over.

For those of you wondering exactly “what” was accomplished by the trip, here are some highlights:

-I got to see Zimbabwe, my country of birth. I was there. I heard stories of my people, and I saw firsthand the needs of my country and some of it’s most underprivileged citizens.

-I was inspired by the work of ADRA Zimbabwe, and other great organizations. They’ve been doing amazing work for people who need it the most. And most of all, they empower people, so that they can eventually help themselves!

I saw water come from the ground, and now a school and it’s surrounding community have access to water. Thousands. Clean water. Hallelujah.

I got to visit the very first borehole well that ADRA Zimbabwe ever dug!

I got to visit the very first borehole well that ADRA Zimbabwe ever dug!

The journey is not done.

There is still work to be done.

James 1:27

James 1:27

I’m back in the United States, about to begin my second year of teaching elementary children.

One of my last days, I got to teach an English lesson to 3rd grade students in Harare.

One of my last days of my trip, I got to teach a reading lesson to 3rd grade students in Harare.

And next summer, I’ll be going to Zimbabwe again – God willing.

Which means soon, I will have information for anyone wanting to join me…expect it by mid-October once I figure out the logistics. 

I’m thinking that next time, maybe we do dozens of wells?!

Water guys. Education guys. Empowerment guys. This is what God has given me a passion for.

And I’ve already seen – with God – anything is possible 😉

Also, once again, a BIG thank-you to everyone who donated to my trip. Thank you. I simply cannot thank you guys enough. You were as much apart of this as I was.

 

Sincerely,

Vimbo

(which means fortitude/a strong hope that God is going to coming through for you…)

Day 20 & 21: Water at Hwata.

At the start of the new year, I started to feel restless.

For at least two years now, I have had a desire to return to my country of birth, and DO something. Anything. I knew that there was a need – for education, for resources – here in Zimbabwe.

That burden has laid uncomfortably on my heart.

I’ve wrestled with my own inadequacy. My fears. My little faith.

Until finally, last Friday, I saw muddy water burst forth from the ground, and suddenly, it all made sense.

“You Don’t Get To Be SuperWoman,” Whispered God

I have less than 48 hours left in Zimbabwe now.

As my trip draws to a close, one thing that has been apparent to me throughout my whole trip is just how small I am.

I am one, deeply flawed human being. Just one.

Not a millionaire. Just a teacher from Florida.

There are people – hundreds, thousands, perhaps a few million people – here who are surviving a different, difficult daily life. This actually feels like another world.

And there is this temptation – a very attractive temptation – to sink very deep into hopelessness.

Because when you are surrounded by a situation that has been so bad for so long, you think to yourself, “What can I do?”

“What difference does it make for me to come and try to fix one school, dig one borehole for water, or help one community?”

I think that the most profound thing that God has impressed upon me during this trip is that if I can get past myself, if I can get over ME, then I can be used as an instrument to change a life. Just one.

So now I find my rest in that thought.

Just one more person on this planet (that we all share) can drink clean water now?

Ok. That’s enough for me.

The Prettiest Mud That I Have Ever Seen

We stayed at lodges last Thursday night in Muzarabani, located in North Zimbabwe.1

(You can read all about the roughness of last Thursday in my last blog post!)

Friday morning, we woke around 6 am to drive over to Hwata Secondary School.

It was a short drive from where we were staying.

We arrived at the school before the students, but they soon started to walk onto the school grounds.

 

As they began school for the day in assembly, Cora and I visited each of the classrooms, talking with the kids and teachers about the needs of this high-school of 200+ pupils.

Some of the students, assembled for morning prayer.

Some of the students, assembled for morning prayer.

They were excited about the borehole we were drilling.

They were excited about us, the strange American teachers who came to say hello.

It did feel a little surreal, meeting all the children that I have been praying about for all these months.

The kids sat at run-down desk, copying notes off of cracked chalkboards, underneath roofs with little holes here and there. Luckily, it’s winter here right now, so it hasn’t rained for a while, but can you imagine going to school with a leaky roof during the rainy season?

8 7 6 5

I guess what struck me most about the school was that there was no running water. They had an old water source that was barely operating.

In fact, the whole time we were there, the little water I saw come out of the little pump went to the cows next to the school. The water was just fit for cows.

So, we called the kids out for a big assembly to commence the drilling of the borehole.

22

We said a few words.

We praised God for the blessing of this new borehole and water.

And then, the ADRA Zimbabwe crew began drilling.

18

For hours.

And hours.

We hit sand and rock and other things that threatened the borehole.

19

It took SO long, that we ended up having to send the kids back to class.

24

But eventually, we saw the prettiest mud fly out of the earth.

Vura! Vura! Vura! I yelled in my broken Shona.

Water.

We finally hit the water.

This looks like mud. But it signified that we didn't need to drill deeper - we hit the water! :)

This looks like mud.
But it signified that we didn’t need to drill deeper – we hit the water! 🙂

I have so much more to tell about Hwata, and all that happened, but hopefully I’ll have the energy to make a video that recaps all that transpired 🙂 We got a lot of video footage!

For now, I’m a bit tired, so I’ll post more later on this week.

Time to start packing!

 

Blessings & peace,

Vimbo