By Volunteer Karmela

This year, I had the chance to volunteer at St. Anthony's Orphanage in the Tanzanian town of Songea. It was an experience that completely changed the way I see the world. But let me start from the beginning.

When I arrived in Songea, I was taken aback by the state of the streets and houses — many were falling apart, with roofs missing or walls barely standing. The streets were full of people making things by hand, fixing cars, women carrying goods on their heads, and men doing physically demanding jobs. But one thing they weren’t lacking? A smile on their face.

At the orphanage, I was greeted by a group of children, shy, but curious about the new volunteer. They showed me a game called “gumi-gumi,” which they played using bits of rope tied together instead of rubber bands. The other volunteers gave me a tour of the orphanage — it was spacious, full of greenery, and delicious fruit. A real little oasis of peace inside Songea.

I noticed one girl, Jackline, making a necklace out of bottle caps she had collected. At first, the sight made me a little sad — I couldn’t help but think about all the necklaces I have at home just sitting there, waiting for an occasion (or the trash). But then I realized — it was her creative side shining through. Even when another volunteer handed out beads to make jewelry, Jackline still chose to make a necklace with the caps she’d so carefully gathered. That’s when I understood—they see value in what we throw away. Not because they have less, but because they have a stronger desire to make something useful and beautiful out of it.

They live a kind of life we once knew — tech-free childhoods, fully present in the moment, without being weighed down by too many worries. Their day is well organized: everyone knows their responsibilities from the moment they wake up. No matter what task they’re doing - washing clothes, sweeping the yard, setting up the dining room, or going to the store, there’s always laughter and play filling the courtyard.

They had a bunch of special games they always tried to include us volunteers in, like hand-clap games with songs, hopscotch, and card games. Working with the kids was something else. They’re simple, rarely complain, always ready to play or help with cooking, and when we wanted to learn something from their culture, they were so patient and happy to share.

Older kids are respected and listened to, and they helped us a lot in translating, organizing trips, cooking, studying, even grocery runs.

Volunteering included helping with schoolwork, preparing meals and treats, organizing fun or educational activities, and attending Mass. Spending time with the kids was never a chore — they’re the kind of children who choose joy, even when they don’t get exactly what they want. They’re grateful, not just for the orphanage, but for life itself.

At first, I thought I’d be the one giving my time, my love, but I quickly realized they were giving me even more in return. They taught me how to find happiness within, no matter what’s happening around me.

I truly believe this experience changed my life more than theirs. Yes, they need us for connection, to learn about other cultures, to understand how important education is, but they remind us of the essence of love, happiness, and gratitude.

They left a mark on my life and awakened a deep desire to return, not because I feel they need my help, but because I want to spend more time with them. They’re already living full, contented lives.