Like many girls I’ve met in Africa, Rose’s dream is to become a teacher. The shy grade 6 student revises her homework at a rickety table in a tin shack in a Nairobi slum.
Today is why I do my life’s work. A colleague, and I spent the day in Bugasera, Rwanda in an area where prior to the genocide, the population was 64,000, afterwards 2,000. We spoke with 30 (50/50 female/male) child heads of households