When Young Moms From Kibera Slum Saw Water, Grass, and Safety for the First Time
A sacred weekend in the wilderness with girls from Kibera—camping, hiking, storytelling, and belonging. The Dignity Project created space for joy, identity, and dignity far from the pressures of daily life. See the beauty of wilderness, wonder, and the hope rising in these girls.
The Dignity Project in Kibera Slum took the young mama’s and their children camping out in nature.
The Dignity Project — and the Christmas gift that changed everything.
A few weeks ago, we took a group of young mothers from Kibera Slum — with their children — on a retreat we called Wilderness + Wonder.
We drove hours outside Nairobi to Lake Naivasha, to a place that feels like a different world entirely.
Monkeys swinging from the trees.
Bright birds flying overhead.
Hippos roaring and slipping into the water just beyond the shoreline.
And for these young moms and their babies… it felt like stepping onto another planet.
The wonder started immediately.
One young mom ran straight to the outdoor sink and cupped her hands under the free-flowing water — water she didn’t have to buy, boil, fetch, or ration.
Another stood frozen in shock when she learned she could take a warm shower, for as long as she wanted — something she had never experienced in her life.
Then came the dorm tents — beds with pillows, blankets, clean sheets, and space to breathe.
And the grass… so much grass.
Soft land to run on, sit on, lay on.
A place where their children could finally play without fear.
For many people reading this, it might sound like a sweet getaway.
But for these young moms?
This was the first time they had ever known safety, space, or rest.
What Life Looks Like in Kibera
Back home in Kibera Slum, everything is different.
They navigate tight, slippery pathways, lined with garbage, raw sewage, mud, rusted metal, and broken glass.
Every step is dangerous.
Every errand is an obstacle course.
Most families live in 10x10 tin-walled shanties — one bed for everyone, or mats on the floor.
No running water.
No sanitation.
No safe place for a child to crawl or explore.
A propane burner in the corner acts as the entire kitchen.
One pot.
A few plastic dishes.
Enough food for that day — if work was found.
And for young single mothers, finding work while caring for a baby is almost impossible.
Which makes them extremely vulnerable.
Desperation makes predators bold.
Too many young moms are targeted, pressured, or lured into unsafe situations, trading themselves for a small amount of food — enough for one meal, maybe.
This is the weight they carry.
This is the world they are trying to survive in.
This is what The Dignity Project is here to hold, lift, and honor.
The Moment Everything Broke Open
One afternoon at the retreat, we all sat outside on the grass — the sun warm, the breeze coming off the lake, hippos echoing in the distance.
We began reflecting on the last two years — the pain, the small victories, the resilience, the things they’ve endured that most people will never fully understand.
I was sitting beside one young mom when I noticed her whole body shift.
Quieter.
Tense.
Holding something heavy.
And then she suddenly broke.
She folded forward, crying— deep tears she couldn’t hold back.
We didn’t rush her.
We didn’t ask her to be “okay.”
We just sat with her in the moment.
Through her tears she choked out,
“Last Christmas… we had nothing.”
She can barely get the words out.
She tells us how her children cried from hunger, how she tried what she could, and there was still no food.
I can feel her heartbreak in my own chest.
Then she looks up and says,
“You remembered us. You brought a Christmas bundle. My children ate.”
And she begins to cry again.
These tears aren’t just about food.
They’re about being seen.
They’re about dignity.
About worth.
About knowing her children mattered to someone. She mattered to someone.
This is why we do this.
This is why dignity matters.
This is why the Christmas Food Blessing matters here.
Why This Matters to Me
To be honest with you, I’ve been a young single mom before.
I remember the shame I felt.
The fear.
The quiet loneliness.
The feeling of being overlooked or judged.
The ache of wanting to give your child better.
And even though these young moms aren’t widows, so much of their story mirrors what widows face in rural villages —
displacement, exploitation, survival, isolation, and relentless responsibility.
This is why The Dignity Project exists.
To restore what poverty tries to steal.
To say:
You matter.
Your children matter.
Your dignity matters.
And at Christmas, when the contrast between want and need hits the hardest, dignity becomes even more sacred.
Help Us Give Christmas Food Blessings to Young Moms in Kibera
This year, we want every young mom and child in The Dignity Project to receive a Christmas Food Blessing — a bundle filled with:
maize flour
chapati flour
beans
cooking oil
sugar
tea
salt
soap
matches
Enough to feed a family for a full week.
The cost? $35.
The impact? Unforgettable.
👉 Bless a Young Mom’s Family for Christmas – $35
Because no child should go to bed hungry on Christmas.
Because no mother should be forced into danger just to feed her babies.
Because dignity is a gift — and we get to give it.
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