
Today was a big day. We traveled to the Ouelessebougou area for the closing ceremonies of our water project in Sounsounkoro with our friends in the refugee camps there. The Ouelessebougou Alliance and LDS Charities partnered to drill 3 wells with hand pumps for these good people who have left their homes in the north to find safety here.
Biggo, Francois and Nourou from our Bamako Branch joined us as representatives from the Church. We also celebrated with our Ouelessebougou Alliance friends. Today was Anounou’s last official day as the Project Director before he retires. Djiba will be taking his place there. It was great to be with these dear friends.





The women danced their thanks after we arrived in the village.





This village elder was the keeper of the chickens that were presented to us at the end of the ceremony.

I love these women–their dignity, their poise, their colors, their love.

This elderly man (on the left) was the first of the Dogon people to come to this place 31 years ago. When the terrorists in the north started harming the villagers there, he told his friends to come to Ouelessebougou to find peace and safety here.




This ceremony was held in a tent near the first of the 3 pump wells. We heard remarks from village officials, including the Mayor of Ouelessebougou, the assistant chief of the village (the chief was sick), Anounou, the Imam, Nourou representing the LDS Church, the first refugee who came here 31 years ago, and women from the women’s organization.













After the celebrations and the speeches, we all walked together from the tent to the first well about 10 minutes away. The recent rains have watered the land and everything is green.


Once at the well, we had a few more speeches and expressions of gratitude from the village leaders. They pumped some water and drank from their cupped hands and gave thanks for this life-changing gift.




The women sang and danced again, telling the story of the well in their song.









What a happy celebration!

Then we started walking back to the central village where the next pump well was installed by the women’s garden.

This is the hope of this refugee camp–beautiful strong healthy children. Their eyes penetrate my heart. Our Father in Heaven knows them and He loves them. How can we not?

















































































































