Stories & Testimonials
"Before we got the pigs from Lambi Fund we were very poor. Now that we are raising pigs, we have enough money to feed our families and even send our children to school. Our children have a hopeful future because they are going to school. Thank you Lambi Fund!" — Members of pig raising cooperative
"Before I got involved with the organization and the Lambi project, my husband did not respect me and I had no voice in the community. Now that I am a leader in the organization, my voice is heard, my husband respects me and the entire community listens to me."
"With Lambi's support, we have built 14 rooftop cisterns in our community. Our children are no longer sick from bad water. Instead of spending money on sending them to the doctor, we spend it on their education. Through Lambi, we have the power to make better lives for ourselves." — Member of an organization that built community cisterns.
"This project has taught us how to protect our fields and the surrounding mountains so that we have more crops, cleaner water and less erosion in the future." — Member of organization with sustainable agriculture project.
Une Longue and Harduous Day
If I knew the beauty of my country when I was yet an adolescent
I might have not negated my fructuous years, lending my abilities elsewhere
Although opportunities abound but I never feel satisfied in the same way
the smiles of the Haitian women beckon my warm embrace.
Whether it is in Gwomon, Didye, Mawotye, the similarities do not cease
When the drum rumble, we tap to the same rhythm
Although we do not know each other's name
We rock as I in frolic, an expectation of freedom, a dose of desire
Wrap our souls and we dance in saccade to the voice of liberte, egalite
Demands and expectations unfulfilled yet awaited.
Mother freedom, why has thou abandoned us
Who have searched and commanded freedom
From the jaws of the most able army
And unscrupulous people who tried to rob our spirit?
We are freedom in spite of the binding contracts
That brought the white trucks and the green jackets
They took for very little our most beautiful images
Clad in beaches, mountain tops and most hidden treasures
We look on as if they are not there; they are damming our souls
Bright eyes starring, little girls bright and right, born free
Arrogant little boys, starring me down without a smile
Clad in their nudity in their purity yet a few years
They will be lost thinking they are not right enough
Not light enough, a peasant instead of a neg la vil
A paysan and not a citizen, void of rights, often forgotten.
By: Marie Marthe Saint Cyr
On the way from Jean Rabel