We knew it would be a long day so we left early on Wednesday for a visit to Neema baby Maria’s remote Maasai village.

Maria was born in March in the big government hospital in Arusha two years ago. Unfortunately, her mother died shortly after her birth and her father died a few months after that. We were in the hospital after the birth where we met the grandmother who had agreed to stay and care for the baby. She was the tiniest baby I had ever seen, about 8 or 10 inches long from tiny toes to head. Curled up, I thought she was about the size of a hamster. We were not sure her little body would ever grow to meet her big eyes!

There was probably no way this little one would survive. Only about one in ten babies from these remote villages who lose their mothers will survive. Our daughter, Bekah, was taking formula to the hospital and checking on the baby. When we returned to Neema on our next trip to Africa we found after three months in the hospital not only had the tiny baby survived she had been transferred to Neema.
Wednesday we went out to meet Maria’s family. We traveled through some of the most beautiful African countryside we had ever seen. With all the rains this year the white moon flowers had covered the plains like snow and the zebra, wildebeest and impala grazed alongside the cows in the fields.
Some of the volunteers just had to get out of the car and take pictures of the flowers.
After three fairly tortuous hours of pot holes and rocks we left the main dirt road and drove over footpaths to the entrance of the village.

There were twelve of us on the trip with six volunteers, Hayley, Abby, Lexi, Alex, Morgan and Bailey. Our volunteers work hard while at Neema, we expect 30 hours a week of work from them, so we are happy to give them a day off to see the beauty of Africa.

As we drove into the village I immediately thought how very clean and swept every yard was. Red ocher mud walls and neatly thatched grass roofed houses scattered around the village and lots of newborn goats scampering here and there, all added to the charm of the village.

The women and children poured out of the houses and greeted us in their colorful reds and yellow wraps. They each wanted to hold and kiss Maria.

Surrounded by chattering and giggling women with children and baby goats under feet we were escorted to the brush fenced arbor where the village elders awaited our arrival.

It was quite a ceremony. Maria had been the last baby of the eighth wife of one of the leaders of the village so she has a big family and each one of them wanted to tell Bekah how grateful they were for her love and care for Maria over the last two years.

After the greeting speeches and the welcomes they presented Bekah with a beautiful hand made purple dress and jewelry and then had her stand in the middle of the group while they dressed her up in all the finery.

Amid lots of clapping and ohhs and ahhs they then presented each one of our group gifts of jewelry and a beautiful beaded belt for Michael.

They served us goat, chicken, rice and liver, some of which was quite delicious. We gave out candy and whistles to the children and 50 lbs of rice, beans, ugali meal, and a bag of tea and sugar.

Finally Maria who had had enough of all the hugs was ready to leave. We loaded everyone back into the cars and waved goodbye as we headed out of the village. It had been quite a day.

They have asked Bekah to raise Maria but it remains to be seen what the future holds for this precocious, funny, prissy little baby girl who sang almost the whole way home entertaining us with her antics. Click on the link below to see a cute video of Maria’s performance in the car on the way home. It will make your day!
https://www.facebook.com/dorris.fortson/videos/1669724166375503/
We believe God has good plans for each of our Neema babies and pray that you will continue to follow the exciting tales of Neema Village in Tanzania.
Michael and Dorris, Founders and Executive Directors of Neema.





Her group taught a bible class in the village, bubbles included
One of Kim’s group brought everything to set up women in a massage business as part of the women’s program.

Kim’s group picked up two abandoned babies from the hospital during their stay at Neema. That is Rachel our granddaughter, Kim our daughter and Emily from Montana pictured below with abandoned baby Bethany.






From its earliest beginnings our four children and their spouses have been totally vested in Neema Village.
Ceb with Patricia above, writes:




“The beautiful nannies, each and every single one of you are so special, it is evident in the love you share with the children. Thank you for allowing us to spend hours playing with the children and taking millions of photos. I will miss your beautiful singing.”













All in all it was a pretty good day. One of our babies who had returned home was happy and that is always a good day for us. 
























(Volunteers Kim, Emily and Rachel above went to the hospital to pick up an abandoned baby.)


This little girl was found crying on the side of a busy road. She had been there a good part of the day when people finally realized no one was watching or coming for her. She continued to cry, scream actually, for three or four days at Neema before she finally settled down. When these little ones are old enough to remember their mother it is so much harder for them. I just cannot imagine what they must go through before we get them.
This little newborn pictured on the right, was born on Feb 17, 2017. She was abandoned at the hospital. We were told the mother had threatened to take her to the river. Thank God she did not do that. I got to name her and chose the name Bethany. Bethany is beautiful and is such a good baby. I know that mothers everywhere love their babies and it must have been something very tragic to make this mother leave her baby. We are too busy loving and caring for these babies to take time to judge a mother who felt she had no other choice than to walk away from this beautiful little newborn. Neema is “A Place of Forgiveness and Hope.” Forgiveness for the moms and hope for the babies. Please say a prayer for that mom.
One of our sweet volunteers from Billings, Montana got to go with Bekah to pick up baby Bethany. It was an experience Emily Broadbent will never forget. I love this picture of Emily smiling through her tears.
Faith is about 20 months old. Her mother, suffering from substance abuse, has repeatedly abandoned her. She has an uncle who would take her but the current drought has left him barely able to feed his family. The interesting thing that happened with this baby is that the uncle who lived all the way across town had been told about Neema but did not know how to get to us. Arusha is a very big city with 1.6 million people. The uncle got on a dala dala (the local transport system) to try to find us. He sat next to a lady and asked her if she knew how to get to a place called Neema Village. The lady was Orupa, one of our nannies who was on her way to work. Now how sweet is that!
Faith is very lethargic and we have had her to the doctor to make sure there is nothing wrong. She was limp, not eating and lay on the floor with her face to the wall, even during song time when the other toddlers in the room were singing and dancing to “The wheels on the bus.” It was scary. Yesterday Bekah was able to get her to eat a little Ugali with some liquid vitamins so she seemed a bit more alert last night before bed. We have never seen a baby so despondent. It is very sad, please pray for little Faith.
Born at 29 weeks gestation, tiny baby Joanne, named by the nannies, weighed 2.2 lbs when she was born on Dec 17, 2016. Both the father and mother are extremely ill with HIV and left the baby at the hospital. The hospital called and said she was finally big enough to come home to Neema. She is very precious and we will have to see what the future holds for this little one. We definitely need your help to care for all these new babies. Bless you if you are already sponsoring a Neema baby. If not, why not? There is so much sadness in the world an abandoned baby should not be one of them.
We have had three of our babies able to go home this month. Sweet boy Rusty got to go home to an auntie. His mother had left him with his father and the father had abandoned him. When the mother learned of this she told her sister that she had a baby at Neema Village and if she wanted him she should go get him. Rusty loves everybody and was just fine as he and his aunt pulled out of the drive at Neema. He was waving to us. The auntie has invited us to visit him anytime.
Asha Bella’s mom died at her birth and her dad has now remarried. The new mom came and spent a few days diapering and feeding Asha and has fallen in love with her. We are so happy for this little baby and her new mom.
Angel is a quiet shy 2 year old that we have had since she was abandoned at a few months old. She was finally able to return home with an aunt this week. Her mother has had some mental problems but Social Welfare has now granted the Aunt permission to take Angel home. Angel has cuddled up very nicely with her Aunt who has said we could visit her any time. We like that.So babies coming and going has made for an exciting month at Neema.
Our daughter Kim and her Montana group wanted to go out to the village to see him. They took food, blankets, clothing and of course Carol Wald’s soccer balls. I had made the trip a couple of weeks ago so I was excited for them to see Joshua and his home.They told us, it was a hot, dusty trip through rocky gullies and they were not sure the big van would make it. They did make it but had to walk in to the village the last part of the way when the van could not go any further.

The Masaai love their cattle, they live off their cattle and count their wealth by how many cows they have. The Masaai are famous warriors of the old days of Tanganyika and claim to have never lost a battle. They are very tall people and would raid other tribes and capture their tall women. For hundreds of years their young men had to kill a lion single handed to become a man. Of course, since there are very few lions left outside the game parks now, they have stopped that ritual. But it is interesting that they still bring their cattle into the middle of the village at night into a boma, a thorn fence, to keep out the lions.
And they still do their traditional Masaai dance which tells their stories of killing lions, their battles of conquests and how they bargain their cows for a new bride.


Angel is our social worker and part of her job is to check on our babies who have returned home. We do take trips out to see them ourselves too and are always so excited to see how well they are doing.
he told how we are all now bound together because Neema saved Joshua’s life. He said, “When my wife died it was very bad for us because we had no way to take care of him and no way to pay for his care. But you took him in and now he is a big strong boy. That is Joshua’s dad standing by Michael and talking to the Montana group in the picture below.
He said, “We see Neema House as our family and Babu Michael and Bibi Dorris as our grandparents because they did a great thing which we could not repay. My father, (picture below) says thank you, thank you a lot and your family is now our family.”
Then the head momma spoke and said, “Neema House was an angel of Joshua. We are one big family now and today our tummies will be full of food because you brought gifts to us. Many people are getting a blessing today because of Joshua. Now let God go with you. Our gate is always open for you.”
In trying to communicate with you and say things in more meaningful ways, I’m always on the lookout for a good word. But words are slippery, they can change on you. They can become something totally different over time, like “cool.” Perfectly good words, like “cherish”, get lost in the tons of verbage thrown at us every day. When was the last time you heard someone say “I cherish you.” Words can dissolve into meaninglessness (is that a word?) by overuse like “awwwwesome”. They can lose their punch when we begin to “love” too many things like toothpaste or a pair of shoes. It’s hard to find a good word nowadays.
But Hope, ahhh Hope, now hope is still a good word. Unless it has something tacked on like “less or lessness.” We had a sign above the door at the old Neema House that read “A Place of Forgiveness and Hope.” We still are, but I miss the sign. I loved telling folks we are a place of Hope for the babies we keep and Forgiveness for the moms who had lost all hope. When we lose Hope, “Life is a broken winged bird.” It will never fly. We need Hope. We can never have too much Hope.
Without Christ working within us we have no hope of making this work. And without major help I think we are all in the same boat, we are all too inadequate. We need what Paul talks about in Colossians 1: 27 “Christ in us, the hope of glory.”