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Scarlet O’hara

05 Monday Aug 2013

Posted by Jana Lackey in Inspirational Thoughts, Life in Africa, Lorato House Rescue Centre, Love Botswana Outreach Mission

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One thing I know: If someone insults you its one thing. Let them insult your kids, it’s another thing entirely! Let any threat to Lioness’ cubs come anywhere near and instincts kick in with a roar!  I feel this way about the lives entrusted to our watchful care here at Love Botswana. I am privileged to be a Mama to anyone who will let me! If danger comes near and my cubs are threatened, my instincts kick in to protect. That’s the first and strongest instinct of any mother. Its something too strong to wrap words around. It usually defies logic and happens before critical thinking skills and planning and protocol have a chance to play a role.

My sister from my African Mother calls me “Scarlet Ohara” for my streak of, well whatever you call it. A name could be temper, spirited, passionate, and feisty. Regardless, it gets me in trouble more times than I would like to admit.

Its like the pushing part of giving birth. In order to make some things happen, that’s just what it takes. Tenacity. Grit. And yes, even a strong will to get that thing done! Just get out of my way cuz I am pushing! And give me some ice chips and encouragement when I need it because its going to happen!

One thing I know: If my motives are questioned and I am misunderstood in my efforts to be that mama, that is the worse thing I can experience. My knees go weak and the tears will not stop.

Real life is full of such experiences. All we can do is swallow our pride, “eat crow” and carry on the best we can.  If I don’t brush off those knees when they fall down, I won’t ever get up and keep doing what is before me to do. I am not a perfect person or mama, but I am going to keep on going, loving, trying, protecting, and watching out for my cubs.

Neither Jerry’s fingerprints nor mine are on this ministry, only the fingerprints of God. So enemies of good cannot stop us. Don’t let my white skin fool you. My instincts to protect the dignity of my African family are strong. Everything I stand for is FOR the land of my heart that I have been privileged to live and serve in for 25 years. I have received more than I have ever given in this rich land that values respect, honor, and relationships.


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Lorato House-A Story of Perseverance Pt 2

19 Thursday Jul 2012

Posted by Jana Lackey in Lorato House Rescue Centre

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The LBOM team sat together around the table at Riley’s Hotel in early 2004 to discuss our desire to develop more community outreach programs. Alf Birger Eikaas from Norway said as he was praying he sensed that 1 Corinthians 13:13 was to be our plume-line which says, “So now faith, hope and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.” (ESV) We all agreed!  It was like a road map for us.

The Setswana words for these are: Tumelo (Faith), Tsholofelo (Hope) and Lorato (Love).

Tumelo (Faith) was the preschool program for Orphans and Vulnerable Children. Tsholofelo (Hope) was for the community outreach work to those sick and disadvantaged.                                                                                               Lorato (Love) was to be the name of our Rescue Center for babies and young children zero to five years old.

Shortly after that time, our Chief Operations Officer and Missionary, Linda Madeksho and I made the 5 hour drive to do a fact-finding visit Nyangabwe, the Hospital in Francistown. We wanted to see how many orphaned babies there were living in that hospital. We were taken into a “special wing” where there were 5 orphan babies living there for different reasons, some abandoned, some the mother died and no family was found. We were both surprised when we found that the name of the 5 babies, all had one of the three names, Tumelo, Tsholofelo and 3 Lorato’s! We thought that was pretty amazing!

 We drove another 5 to the Capital, Gaborone. My “Motswana Mama”, Serara Kupe-Mogwe went with us to Princess Marina Hospital for another fact-finding mission. Mom, now, still active in her 80’s, is known as the “Florence Nightingale” of Botswana. Her contribution to the nursing movement in the country is recognized throughout Africa. She was the first woman in Botswana to get a degree and the first woman to get her doctorate on top of that! Her textbooks on nursing are used across the Region. She was the founder for The University of Botswana School of Nursing. Her daughter, Pearl, and I are dear friends, like sisters really.

Mom and I were having a traditional lunch one day at the Broadhurst Mall. Mma Mogwe, as she is known, proudly introduced me to the waitress. She said, “Yes, this IS my daughter. You see, the problem is that when I was pregnant with her, I drank too much milk and she turned out like this!” We all had a good laugh and I felt privileged to be introduced as “hers”!

More on the Lorato story in the next blog!

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Lorato House of Love- A Story of Perseverance: Part 1

26 Thursday Apr 2012

Posted by Jana Lackey in Life in Africa, Lorato House Rescue Centre, Love Botswana Outreach Mission, Trials to Triumph

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As I sat in the cool morning desert sands next to the grieving mother, tears flowed from both our eyes. Hers from grieving her baby’s death, and mine for all the babies who die, but could be saved. The sun had started to emerge on the horizon and cast its rays through the dirt that was being plunged into the dark hole of a grave. The dust was starting to fill the air. People were huddled close around the the scene, singing hymns in their beautiful Setswana tongue. As the dirt was covering the tiny little coffin, I saw a whirlwind of sorts coming out of the grave and in it was like a shriek from God’s heart, crying out , “It’s time to push!”

God put a vision in our hearts to open a rescue center for abandoned babies. There was no facility in the country for care for babies ages 0 to 5 years old. If found alive or if they survived, babies were living in the children’s ward of Botswana’s hospitals being cared for by already overworked nursing staff. For 6 long years, we tried to get permission to open our doors to care for these little ones. It was only then that I truly understood how violently the devil hates babies. If life can be taken from them when they are small, then the job is finished at that young age to wipe out their destiny.

 In years past you would not hear of an orphan problem in the country of Botswana. Life here is all about community. Your community is your family. Respect and honor are the fabric of the society. It is something that westerners can learn a lot from! People looked out for each other and if there were orphans, they were taken in and looked after as a part of the community. But over the last 20 years, the mark of HIV/AIDS has hit even this tightly knit Country. There are 1.7 million people in Botswana and hundreds of thousands have died and left a “missing generation” of mothers, fathers, Aunts, uncles, and grandparents. There is now a generation of young people with few role models. One in 3 are HIV+ in the country and only a small percentage in comparison are embracing the life-giving ARV drugs used to help victims become people “living with AIDS, versus dying from it.” The drugs came available to the public in 1990’s thanks to the good work of the MERC Foundation. (Gates and —-) In—-demographic of women HALF are HIV+. In 19— drugs became available to pregnant women. PMCTC? Before that time there were more babies born HIV+ than there is now. In an address to the UN assembly in June 2001, President Festus Mogae summed up the situation by saying:

“We are threatened with extinction. People are dying in chillingly high numbers. It is a crisis of the first magnitude.”

 But young women, as a result of this problem, often find themselves in a situation where there is no way for them to care for a child and no home support to turn to. In these cases, babies are often born or dumped in pit latrines or in obscure places and left to die. Many abortions gone bad end up with babies left to die in these terrible conditions.

What would you say, if given the opportunity, to a woman in this situation? Would there be words of judgement, or would you be willing to lend a hand to her and help lift her out of her desperate circumstances and help?

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Burying Baby Naledi

24 Tuesday Apr 2012

Posted by Jana Lackey in Life in Africa, Lorato House Rescue Centre, Love Botswana Outreach Mission

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During the long process of applying for the application to have our rescue center, I received a call from a Doctor from our church and she said, “Mma Moruti, a baby was found dumped in a pit latrine, can you please come.” They knew of our heart for these precious ones and that our team would be able to provide some support to the hospital staff. When we arrived, we were told, “the baby didn’t survive the night”. My head dropped, the tears started to flow and when I turned around, I heard God’s voice say to me, “JANA, I count the stars and I call each one by name (Psalms 147:4) and this baby has a name and you will bury this baby.” We named him Naledi, which means “star” in Setswana, the local language of Botswana where I live.

We just celebrated the Official Opening for the Lorato House, a rescue center for abandoned babies. Over the next few weeks, I will be sharing with you the story that is behind this amazing program that rescues children. To start off, I want to share this poem was written so lovingly for “Baby Naledi” who lived only a few hours after being found in a pit latrine. This poem was written for the funeral by Kate Nicholls of the Lion Camp, Mother, Biologist, poet, author, actress and most of all, my friend.

“I do not blame the young woman who dropped her baby down a long drop

but feel unimaginable hurt that a young girl should have felt such despair she lost her empathy.

What must have happened to her? And where is she now?

She needs so badly to be looked after

Women bear a hard burden.

I have seen lions walk away from their cubs and been saddened

But the females were sick or had lost contact with other females in the pride

It takes more than one to bring up young

For a young girl maybe HIV positive, or abused, or pregnant because of rape or briefly crazed by the wild

hormonal swings that affect some women

to have to endure such pain alone is more than the heart can bear.

 If women can be offered help without judgment

then one by one they will come forward

and be given the strength to bring up their babies or hand them over

to those that can – with a light heart.”

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Transition: Friend or Foe?

03 Saturday Mar 2012

Posted by Jana Lackey in Growing Pains, Lorato House Rescue Centre, Love Botswana Outreach Mission, Marriage

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 “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it”. That’s what my grandpa, “Cowboy Baker” used to say. The reality is, as my circumstances change around me, I gotta change with it. That means doing things differently than I have become comfortable with. My own mom, the Matriarch of the Baker family, known for her tenacity and grit, otherwise known as “the bull the granny suit”, just now retired at 70. Well, she didn’t really retire, she now has her own consultancy and has earned the right to speak to anyone who will listen about water conservation and preservation. Awarded honors from Governors and Presidents, she Chairs one board and sits on 2 others having to do with earth altering water issues. But the day job is now passed. That part, is retired.

Here I am at 50, in Africa, 4 kids. I pioneered an organization together with my husband for 25 years.  A staff of over 120 and even more volunteers serving in programs with a reach on average of 10,000 people monthly. It grew from “me n pop” to what it is today. Now comes the hard part. The part that has to be hard for anyone who has birthed it, burped it and changed its dirty diapers. We’ve seen it grow exponentially and now its time to let it go so it can outlive us!

 Whew! What does that even look like? Oh, we’ve had the specialists in, we have a growth plan and all that. But the heart part is what I wasn’t prepared for. We aren’t “leaving” as such, but we are in transition. We are told that we are now at the policy making level and have the role of inspiring the team and casting vision for them. Yikes! That is what got us this far in the first place! The policy part, we had little to do with, really. Through the years, key people came in and helped us do that. At some point though, maintaining the growth of what is, and cultivating new ground with new seed for fields yet unknown, seems scarey to me. Why? Did I think I would stay here till I died? Actually, yes, I did! I guess I thought since it was for life that I committed, that meant that’s how long I would do it. Who does it belong to? Me? Not really. God? You bet! He started it and He will complete it.

 When I married Jerry, 25 years ago, I said I wanted to help make his dreams come true. Has that changed? Together we have built dreams, some have been his and some have been mine. But its time to dream again. I gotta be “the wind beneath his wings” like the song says. Seriously. We have lived an incredible life. Do I want to finish my race with my life partner? You bet I do! He is a pretty amazing guy to hang out with. Adventure finds us – together! Neither of us are ready for the rocking chair. (Except I will always be ready to rock our babies at Lorato House, our orphanage for babies!) We have been immersed in this work together and is it possible that we could now dream for the future? Do something different?

 Like my mom, we will be at the Board level for some time. 5 boards to be exact. I am learning what that means, but woven into it all? The sky is the limit! So let me gather up my things, and embrace this thing called Transition, it is my friend.

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