GETTING IT TOGETHER AT LONG LAST! WE ARE MOVING!

Before i finish... i must add that yesterday was so momentus. We signed the new lease for our new 4,500 square foot office and production creative space. We will actually be paying less money for more space that is so professional and cool i cannot believe it. it all has just happened in God's Greatest Grace! I felt that if i could just survive - God would reward us. It is all happening in one week. Debi in Houston, Betty Helton, and Our new space!

JOINING FORCES....CASA DEL HISPANO

I am too tired to do this justice, however i will report that I have met another Angel of Angels that God has placed in my path - to light my way as well as her's. Her name is Betty Helton and she is also a Gringa Activista Mexicana (Latina/Hispana, etc). She is a 'corporate dropout' who is now changing the world in the lives around her. We met last week or maybe it was this week. I can't remember - all i know is she is wonderful and has the heart of a mother i wish i had had growing up. those of you who know me - know i am towering - amazonish powerful in appearance and often that is what i look like on the outside when on the inside i am actually a scared afraid (same thing but doubly insecure) child needing the love and compassion of a mother figure - and well i never get that secure feeling that my brain and my heart has found a kinship. all in our lives have meaning in the way we tie ourselves together in knots of strength, but when i met Betty - i was so curious to see if she would be like the thousands before her - distrusting of me and Bajito Onda's intentions to collaborate instead of devour others efforts. it seems when i have met more insecure warriors than betty they immediately ran backwards thinking my strength would surely eat them alive... instead of thinking as she did... what a great team we can make together! I am always looking for strong souls who are as equally bright and innovative who can compliment my efforts and bring strength to my weaknesses.. such as our new Angel in Houston, Debi Schneider. Well when Betty sat there in front of me - i was thinking .... she looks wonderful, sounds wonderful but when is the communication going to break down? that is the norm in my life. most people think i am a millionaire (very not true) who can continue doing this with no help forever. also not true. Well Betty and i had a wonderful visit that only got more wonderful the longer we were together. I swear i could not let her go. i wanted more of her calming motherly energy that put me at ease and made me realize how lucky those lives around her were to have her on a daily basis in their lives. i also could feel her own frustration with her struggle to help Mexicans or other Hispanics and today i heard the reason she does it. well today i packed up Armando, Daniel, Rob, Beth and myself and we just closed up our operation and went to visit Betty and www.casadelhispano.org - we had an invite from Betty so we could see how we could get married and help more people and reinforce each others works and agencies. i totally forgot about all the usual things i would have been doing at BO because it seemed petty in comparison to the relationship we were building today. she invited many people to come to the meeting of the minds... there was a psychologist from Mexico - a pastor from the Baptist church in some town around her place - she is located in Lewisville, Tx north of Dallas. well there were a lot of folks coming in and out - and after about five hours me, Betty and Beth sat down and began to talk about the seriousness of our bonding. I need some help from the top management angle - she needs help from the support angle - which i can easily supply. i need clients for the printing and she is tied into several hundred trucking companies for over 25 years when she was in that industry. instant what i need. i am so tired of having to go sell, sell, sell and then work work work. i need that kind of help also. she also can get me the type of volunteers i need ... the kind from SMU - she is already plugged in. I am already doing skills training - something she wants to offer but had no clue how to do it. i can easily plug in a program into her agency with no effort hardly at all. thus compounding her efforts in her community as well as tying us together as a true collaborative partnership for social and humanitarian good. she also has located immediatly many grants that together we can share and prosper with - utilzing Debi in Houston to also come into play with us also tying our combined efforts into the new Houston Chapter to let them know what is heading their way!
I am too tired to continue - just knowing though that all is coming together is incredible!

BAJITO ONDA RWANDA AFRICA

This is a leadership letter to my new sons in Rwanda - both students at the university - that does not matter to me - what does matter is that I recognize leadership qualities in Alex who is now bringing in more young soldiers in our Army for World Change. This is how Bajito Onda Foundation is now growing worldwide. Young people are wanting to have a hand in the shaping of their personal world as it applies to the global one. We are reaching across our own struggles and holding hands with one another in order to keep ourselves and those around us from sinking lower into society's traps of oppression and dysfunction. If we work as though we are sitting in one room together, enjoying our lives and our efforts as one small group who believes that together we can be one big force for lives in the darkness we can indeed change the world we as well as they ... live in. Together as one family - as one force we can not only survive, but we can flourish. Although it seems that those closest to me - understand me the less - it doesn't matter. I only know that i am true to this movement and to the work God has blessed me with - and I also know that each day provides new opportunities as well as hardships which we must utilize to the fullest and endure and conquer. So far my record has been excellent in both of those. Of course I get tired, but i never cease dreaming about the 'what if's .... what if i was not doing what i do for others across the globe as well as in my daily walk of life? what if my work didn't matter at all? (it would always matter to me because i am the first life it led out of the darkness when all around me was so hopeless for so many years). Here is a letter - well instructions for Alex (rwandan chapter president and recent son to the family) - he is now bringing in his best friend Maz. together i want to see if they can begin selling products in Rwanda that I can produce here - send to them - have them sell them and we all profit and progress - thus growing the movement by self-sufficient social programming methods which i have developed for this very purpose.
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Del, if i am going to travel to The Gambia to hold meetings with Amidu I need an official certification document from you as global head of the foundation - stating that i am a member in good standing and that i am the leader or president of Bajito Onda Rwanda African Foundation - not much more is needed. This will cover me to work in this country for the initial beginning startup organizing work i have to do. Please also mention that the Foundation is international not only African.

Del, i would also like to ask that you produce a certificate for my right hand who i told you about last time. we always work together in everything. His name is MAZIMA GEORGES. For him just say he is an active member of the foundation,
Your son Alex


Tell MAZ, welcome to the family and a big hug from the USA! He is a welcome soldier in the struggle.

HOW DO WE SAY IN FRENCH - 'peace soldier' - or 'youth army' something like that so that we can make up shirts and i can send to you all to wear to represent Bajito Onda in french -

also: how do we go about having you guys to help us raise funding there in Rwanda? i have some ideas....but i need you to be very flexible in your thinking...

you need to remove your traditional african thinking and let me put some Western thinking into that head of yours ;)

Alex, you are becoming quite dear to me - the reason is you are communicating as if you were sitting here next to me and actually you are.

listen, and amidu will tell you - i have many ways we can all make money and help each other as well as to continue to recruit true entreprenurial soldiers in the struggle (fight) for equality for those of us under certain forms of oppression and hardship.

now listen,

you africans (AMIDU I AM WRIITNG TO YOU AS WELL SON) YOU MUST NOT LEAD THESE BOYS BACK INTO AFRICAN TRADITIONAL THINKING BUT YOU MUST LEAD THEM INTO MY FORM OF THINKING WHILST THEY (YOU ALL ARE STILL INSIDE AFRICA)

I AM ADDING THIS TO THE BLOG - BECAUSE IT IS NECESSARY I FEEL THAT WE SHARE WITH OTHERS.

i want you to sit down and tell me

ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS

WHAT INFLUENTIAL COMPANIES YOU KNOW WELL
....
WHO DO YOU KNOW THAT WORKS AT THESE COMPANIES WHO CAN ORDER THINGS OF A GRAPHIC NATURE SUCH AS TRUCK LETTERING - OR DECALS WITH SLOGANS ON THEM?
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DO EITHER OF YOU HAVE A CAR? OR A FRIEND WITH A CAR OR TRUCK?
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WHAT SIZE SHIRTS DO YOU WEAR? (ARE YOU FATTIES OR SKINNIES? ;)
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DO YOU LIKE TO WEAR HATS? - WILL YOU WEAR A BAJITO ONDA CAP IF I SEND THEM TO YOU?
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WHAT I'M THINKING HERE IS THAT I NEED TO BEGIN TO ARM YOU WITH OUR PRODUCTS THAT YOU CAN REPRESENT THERE IN AFRICA TO OTHERS WHO WILL BEG YOU TO PRODUCE THE PRODUCTS FOR THEIR COMPANY - AND THEREFORE YOU WILL MAKE MONEY - WE WILL PRODUCE THE PRODUCTS AND SEND THEM TO YOU - AND YOU WILL SELL THEM AND SEND ME MONEY AND KEEP YOUR PORTION -

I CAN PRODUCE PRODUCTS HERE THAT I CAN SEND TO YOU THERE AND YOU CAN SELL TO YOUR CLIENTS THERE - BECAUSE PRODUCTS LIKE I CAN MAKE HERE DO NOT EXIST THERE - YET.

YOU CAN BE ON THE ENTREPRENURIAL FOREFRONT OF SUCH WESTERNIZED PROGRESS.

HOWEVER YOU MUST BE PREPARED TO DO SO. IT WILL NOT BE AN INSTANT MAKING OF OUR COMPANY BUT WE CAN DO IT IF YOU ARE CONTINUALLY ACTIVE AND PARTICIPATING AS YOU HAVE BEEN.

YOU ARE ACTUALLY BEING MORE ACTIVE THAN YOUR BROTHER - GATHECHA -

THEREFORE YOU MAY TAKE THE INIITIATIVE NOW AND THEN GATHECHA CAN COME IN WITH YOU LATER AND SUPPORT YOUR EFFORTS AS A LEADER IN INDUSTRY AND PROGRESS.

YOU MUST SUPPORT YOUR OTHER TEAM MEMBERS SUCH AS BABA - AND ONCE YOU HAVE 'IT' IN YOUR HEADS AND WE ARE WORKING IN COORDINATED EFFORTS WITH EACH OTHER THEY WILL THEN BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND THE METHODOLGIES AND THEREFORE JOIN US AS A STRONG AFRICAN TEAM.

AMIDU HAS GOTTEN SLEEPY I THINK ((((( :) ))))))) AND LET AFRICAN TRADITIONAL THINKING BEGIN TO SLOW HIM DOWN IN THE FINANCIAL RUNNING OF THE GAME OF LIFE.

AMIDU IS A WONDERFUL HUMANITARIAN WHO DOES A GREAT JOB OF MAKING MIRACLES OUT OF THIN AIR. HOWEVER HE NEEDS $$$ THAT CAN EASILY BE SUPPLIED BY ALL OF US WORKING TOGETHER.

YOU CAN BE THE ONES ALEX AND NEW SON MAZ - THAT PROVIDE THE STARTUP FUNDING FOR THOSE OTHER GROUPS - AND AS WELL YOU CAN BECOME THE 'EDUCATIONAL TRAINING FORCE' IF YOU CAN LEARN MY METHODS VIA THE INTERNET. I WILL DO WHAT I CAN TO WORK WITH YOU AND PUT THAT KNOWLEDGE INTO YOUR BRAINS...

YOU WILL HAVE TO THINK THOUGH - BECOME IMAGINATIVE - EXPAND YOUR THINKING PAST THE LIMITS OF YOUR AFRICAN BRAIN - FORGET ALL LIMITATIONS AND OBSTACLES... THEY DO NOT EXIST IN MY WORLD - NOW BECOMING YOUR WORLD.

YOU HAVE MANY ADVANTAGES - OVER AMERICANS - YOU / WELL WE - CAN NOW WORK IN MANY LANGUAGES - AND YOU CAN CROSS MANY CULTURAL LINES OF BUSINESS MAKING - I AM ASSUMING YOU LIKE TO MAKE MONEY - AS WELL AS HELP PEOPLE LIKE MAZ.

.....ANSWER ME THIS.....ARE YOU PREPARED TO BE LEADERS AT THE HEAD OF OUR KNOWLEDGE REVOLUTION?

IF YOU ARE ANSWER ME THIS...........
DO YOU HAVE ACCESS TO A
....DIGITAL CAMERA? (VERY IMPORTANT) - CAN YOU GET ONE - OR USE ONE?
....REGULAR CAMERA WITH PHOTO PROCESSING (NOT ADVISEABLE - TOO COSTLY - TOO SLOW)
....SCANNER IN WHICH TO SCAN THINGS AND EMAIL IMAGES TO ME?
....WHERE DO YOU WRITE TO ME FROM? (SCHOOL, HOME, INTERNET CAFE, ETC)
....WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS DO? ARE THEY PROFESSIONALS - WHERE DO THEY WORK?
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THAT IS ALL FOR NOW...... TAKE THESE QUESTIONS ONE BY ONE AND HAVE MAZ ANSWER THEM ALSO - INDIVIDUALLY OF YOURSELF.

YOU ARE TWO PEOPLE ALTHOUGH YOU AFRICANS SEEM ALWAYS TO WORK WITH A 'TWIN' SUCH AS AMIDU HAS JOSEPH AS HIS RIGHT HAND MAN - YOU ARE TWO PEOPLE - GIVING US DOUBLE SUPPORT - STRONGER EFFORT - BUT YOU WILL HAVE INDIVIDUAL ANSWERS....

GO THROUGH THIS AND GIVE ME YOUR ANSWERS - AND MAZ YOU DO THE SAME...

I SEND YOU MY LOVE AND STRENGTH - STAY TRUE AND LETS BUILD A LEADERSHIP TEAM - THAT YOU CAN THEN BRING IN OTHERS UNDER YOU AND THEY WILL MULTIPLY YOUR EFFORTS.

ALWAYS,

MUM

BO BOTH SIDES PRISON NEWSLETTER - FEB 2005

Monday, February 14, 2005

Dearest Guys – I am writing after what seems to be an eternity. I apologize for not having answered some of you back in your personal requests / demands  for me to personally write each and every one of you! Red you know who you are .

I want to thank you guys for your wonderful participation in the Prison Art Gallery. Some of you have been hitting home runs financially if you know what I mean. I know one of my brothers has been sent around $250 or so for a period of about sixty days. Some of you new guys are coming on with us and sending us incredible work, especially your leather work.

I want to have a heart to heart with you – so go get a cup of java and sit down for a minute and kick it with me. You all have been filling me in on your lives, whats going on etc. I need to do the same but I cannot do it individually I hope you understand… and no it does not mean that I am selling out on you.

I need to let you know how much you all mean to me and to this foundation. Afterall it is for you – that is why I do not keep one cent of the money I get when I sell your items. I send it all to you minus the 50 cents or whatever for a postal money order.

Let me get a few things clear…. MS. HALLMAN OF THE PAROLE OFFICE IS NOT HOOKED UP TO THE PAROLE BOARD. SHE DOESN’T HAVE A THING TO DO WITH IT. When I mentioned that I work with her sometimes I meant that she refers me some parolees to do community service with BO and to learn printing skills in the meantime. DO NOT SEND ME TO GIVE TO HER ANYTHING ABOUT YOUR CASES. SHE WILL THROW IT AT ME IF I WAS STUPID ENOUGH TO GO DOWN THERE AND STAND IN FRONT OF HER AND ASK HER TO LOOK AT IT. She does not know you unless she knows you already and if you are in prison that is not what she wants to hear so she will only get frustrated at me. I already suffered this thing with my now good buddy Louis S. and after me and him butted heads (that boy has got one hard head – not to mention mine as well so we might as well just forget about it and get along) – Louis really got under my skin with all that crap about me being a professional art gallery – now LISTEN TO THIS… I AM NOT ANYTHING NEAR A PROFESSIONAL ART GALLERY. I AM AN EX CONVICT AND I CARE ABOUT YOU SO THEREFORE I’M JUST TRYING TO SHOW THE FREEWORLD WHAT WE ARE MADE OUT OF – I’M NOT OUT HERE WITH SOME SNOOTY FOLKS WALKING AROUND SIPPING WINE AND EATING CHEESE. I made a tattoo studio where all kinds of folks are getting tattoos and while they are there – I have hung your art and collections on the metal urban walls and sometimes they are buying it. When I sell something we run to the PO and we fire off a MO straight to your hands. If you ain’t getting money its cause we’re NOT selling your crafts. Its not cause I’m not trying or cause I don’t want to or cause I don’t think your art is great but its just because enough people have not heard about the gallery yet to begin to collect and support it. Now some of you are sending in a lot of pieces. Frankly I have nothing against that. I love your work and as long as it is thoughtful, artistic craft work (not cookie cutter mickey mouse and tweety bird patterns) then I am honored to receive it. My boy Alberto Perez sent in three ladies clutch purses and bam! They sold in five seconds… plus I need you to hear me on this one… I THINK THAT IF WE CAN GET SOME BEAUTIFUL BIBLE COVERS AND THIN TALL WALLETS NOT REAL THIK ONES – with the Virgin of Guadalupe on them and ALSO WE NEED SOMETHING BLACK ON THEM IF YOU WANT TO MAKE MONEY. SOME OF YOU MESKINS MAY NOT WANNA DO BLACK CRAFTS BUT IF YOU WANNA MAKE MONEY THE BLACKS OUT HERE AIN’T INTO THE VIRGIN – IF YOU GET MY DRIFT. They are requesting some black type theme art – like MLK – family scenes, etc. I am not creative you are - but I do hear what they are telling me – now Big Red bless his little pointed head sent me the most beautiful Desk Plaque for my desk – its so big I can hardly see over it but its on my desk! Red you just gotta get in there somehow… While I’m picking on Red I do want the brother to have some of my deepest respect and love for his earnest and always fired up efforts to get the piddlers behind this gallery. Me and Red have been kicking it for a long time – and this I think is a joint effort between us. Red you done good my brother. I have been talking to the sister now my good friend with Prison Fellowship Kathy Maltz and maybe I’m going to go down to Coffield and do one of my in prison prison scared straight talks …… I’m just kidding – lighten up already will you guys???? Sheesh I know that already ruffled some of your hair on the back of your neck… yeah right, eh?

I have been asked back at the Roach Unit up at Childress, TX sometime here in the near future. I love to get into prison every chance I can and let our guys know how much you mean to me. I used to be there myself and therefore I want you to know that I do know how it feels and I will never sell out on you or turn my back or walk away from you. Your light is shining brighter out here than ever before. Please I ask you to have patience with me and not to jump to conclusions as sometimes ‘convict thinking’ will cause us to do. That deep sinking insecure feeling when we feel like someone has left us for good or cheated us or stolen from us when we are down. I know that feeling my brothers… I know it all too well. No matter if I am out here – it hits me in the face all too often and each time it hurts like the last time. We have all been burnt – but know in your heart that I will never burn you – we may not always get along… but I am trying the most I can do out here with not much support. If you are in Cali or Texas – know how much this organization is growing because of your love and support.

The kids out here want me to tell you hello and thanks for them – because you are giving of yourselves to let others know you do care about these kids and the ones I’m out here trying to keep from heading into the gates. Today some juniors at Molina HS in Oak Cliff brought over some Valentines Balloons to Bajito Onda for all we do for kids. It made me so proud and happy that we are truly making a difference in kids lives!

Well anyways, so I have another thing I want to ask you guys – can you please send me a list of all the crafts you know of so I can try them out out here. I do not know what you have access to or what you can get to make things out of. Now I’ve got everything from paint can birdhouses from my buddy Esteban – and No I am not going to take those into the parole office either – they will once again kill me. Those women are so particular on what they allow into their offices – if it isn’t about their college sorority and all their children’s and family’s pictures, it ain’t gonna be from me either. Man I already know those women down there. It took me about two years homies to even get through their tough walls enough to just get them to talk to me like I’m FIRST) NOT A CONVICT SECOND) NOT ON PAROLE THIRD) NOT IN PRISON FOURTH) NOT AN IDIOT FIFTH) NOT ATTACKING THEM VERBALLY AND SO ON AND ON. YOU GET MY DRIFT – turn around to that friendly CO OR SGT down the hall and think of striking up a friendly conversation with them… and that is what you are asking me to deal with out here.

Now I want to fill you guys in we now have a new office we are trying to move into – pray for us that it happens. It will be 4,000 square feet for $1,200 a mo. Where we are now is in three different offices and its killing me paying so much and not having any help.

Now I met this woman from Houston, and she has signed on to become our full time grant writer, funding director and disbursement officer. The woman has studied grant writing and is actively working with us to push us over the top this year. I cannot do what she is doing for us – I do not have time or brains to do it. So if any of you want to write her and say thank you for helping us – I’m sure she will be touched. Please leave the ‘lonely prisoner looking for a sexy single hottie penpal’ out of it cause she’s married with two little ones – but I would like you to write a sincere and of course respectful note to her – her name is ‘D’ – and no its not me just wanting an ego stroke!

I was on tv a while back on Fox 4 news and a homie from Chi saw me and he has written two books about his life in the gang lifestyle. He contacted me and is now writing my life story as Bajito Onda - in book form. His publisher in chi already is interested in publishing it so I’m happy we are getting that going also. This is gonna be our year homies!

Say Esteban I wanna tell you I really enjoy you sending me the Echo paper – its refreshing to hear your news too – not just always mine.

Say Andrew and Mita Mita – what’s going on up your way?

Rev Ramon Salcido in San Quentin, I send my love out your way and I pray the doors of Q will open for me this year – it is one of my goals this year is to make it out your way…. Another scared straight talk eh? ;) just kidding homie…. Say thanks for the great artwork – please see if you can send some more from some other homies also and put something in them if you can with Bajito Onda – San Quentin - I think we can get more press and more public interest with it like that.

Any of you doing some art with a big Bajito Onda into it at the top of it in ink will most likely end up with it on a shirt for our clothing line. I’m trying to get some art like Rollin Hard if you know what it looks like… cars, women, guys, jesus, brick walls, whatever, but keep it clean and cool and we should be fine…. Esp if you can design it with a black background and white ink or lettering – then I can print it firme on black shirts.

Till later…..

Now even though I do not write you all the time back and forth does not mean I do not love each and every one of you. Bear? How you doing? Sorry I too have not had a chance to write you. But I’m out here trying to get a real penpal thing going for you all – but its gonna take like a mini department to do it. Also I have met finally with Pastor Rose of Rose Ministries – last week she came over twice. I think she was afraid to come meet me but we had a nice lunch and visit and she hung around with us for most of a day. I think she has been sick and not over again. She is welcome to come and hang out – but with all she is trying to do with her ministry I doubt she can devote much to helping BO.

Now I got you handled Adan in regards to your arte. Pastor Rose is supposed to bring it over tomorrow to me…. Same day I try to mail this out. For those of you who got a Valentine’s Card – I hope you enjoyed it – for those of you who didn’t please forgive me – I’m trying to perfect a way to be more efficient. Now let me once more tell you Adan, that even when I have all your art here – I cannot do the list upon list thing – or all you needed from Rose. So let me know and I will simply box up your things until I hear from you what you want me to do with them knowing that I am too busy to do a whole lot of cataloging and all that that should go with being a real gallery owner. Since I am not – I need some sort of legal exemption from all those requirements. Its like this… I mark your stuff and put the price on it – I do not want a penney other than the MO cost. Do not insist… it is more problem than I can deal with to start deducting percentages out of each sale – If I like your art that much and if I have the time and money I will simply print some shirts of it and send your family a dozen of them – but other than that I am so busy I can barely think straight.

About the Houston thing…. I am considering seriously either opening a branch office there since D is already stepping up to the plate and forming the Houston official chapter. Or else I’m even considering if it works out – moving there lock stock and barrel. Still not sure about that one but its sure a possibility at this time in my life and struggle.

Now guys, take care,

I’m sleepy and tired and its late, but I did want you to know I was thinking about you and I care about you – so please return the favor… your prayers are always welcome!

Hugs to each of you!

Del

BAJITO ONDA HOUSTON

I want to welcome to our growing family of concerned residents who care for the future by a very aggressive, bright, uplifting, hopeful, knowledgeable, compassionate as well as PASSIONATE Houston Chapter? Our newest chapter President, Debi Schneider - concerned mom who is on fire with a mission! Bajito Onda does not seem foreign nor too complicated or intense for Debi who like myself, is white. So many people when they meet and even know me think i am some form of Hispanic. Or at least mixed. Wow, she is really awesome! Her degree is in early childhood education and she was a teacher - but she somehow wanted more out of life for others. she wanted to make a big difference in the lives of kids and others. as i have been wearing my knees out praying for God to send me Angels, especially in the grant writing department / funding development, etc. Debi has been praying for God to send her an agency with the meat and passion that Bajito Onda has evolved into over the past 20 years. She has her own two small children, who she treasures like the rest of the children of the world. She has a supportive husband who allows her to give and to grow with us. My world is very blessed to have met such an Angel such as Debi. Our meetings in one day alone have planted an entire field of seeds that will one day be harvested into such a valuable crop of good that together we will do. Who will receive the fruit of the crop? I pray that i will meet soon the same kind of movers and shakers in Dallas so that we can prevent so much crime DALLAS IS THE NUMBER ONE VIOLENT CITY IN AMERICA - a city so violent with so much youth destruction, community loss and politicians and so called city leaders (JOKE - DALLAS SO CALLED LEADERS ARE SELL OUTS WHO WALK OUT ON ALL THE LIVES THEY STOMP ON ON THEIR WAY UP AND OUT OF THEIR OWN DENIAL). Why has no one in Dallas come to me like Debi has and offered something, anything to help us. Why must they sit there and judge us as they judge the lives we help on a daily basis? STAY STRONG DEBI AND SOON OTHERS WILL FOLLOW YOU!

BAJITO ONDA HONDURAS - PRESIDENT TEDDY

Teddy is a lovely young man. It was love at first sight when we were introduced at the UN Conference in Monterrey in October. It was at the Governor's Palace and quite the palatial setting...When the tour buses carrying all of us arrived outside the pristine compound we were ushered into the courtyard with fountains, waiters in white gloves carrying around the snooty little trays with ordourves (sp?) wine, whiskey (as the Mexicans said) and of course all the overly made up, dressed up Mexican dignitaries.... as i looked around the garden setting it was if i was in my dream home / office. Lots of round tables sitting all under the surrounding overhangs and something I will never forget - faces of all races, literally - all sprinkled at the tables with around 5 or six persons at each table. I could not dare sit still and miss knowing everyone there. I sat down for one second, grabbed a few handfulls of hordourves (how do you spell that word anyways?) and i was off to network. I was dead tired from my BUS TRIP! down there to Monterrey (how embarrassing) but hey, i was there! As i went from table to table, meeting people who were from Chile to the tiny 3,000 inhabitant island of Saba in the Caribbean, i met people from the UN offices around the world from Kenya to Brazil and Mexican governmental officials from the Governor of Nuevo Leon to the City Purchasing Director.

It was about that time that Antonio Melin, my first official "Bajito Onda Son of Mexico" and the President of Bajito Onda Mexico and Latin Americas - (A title I gave him a few years back and he has slowly grown into).... well Antonio came up to me and (as he has always done... he took me by the arm and said - there is a special table i want you to meet - I said 'wow! really?' I thought surely it was President Fox or someone higher than I was already schmoozing with. He and i speak only Spanish to each other since Antonio is sort of a wannabe English speaker..... He took me over to a table and he proudly presented me to the table of MARASALVATRUCHAS - Ahhh, Salvadoran gang members... As we approached their table they were sitting there in formal looking attire throwing gang signs. Hmmm, i thought, Antonio loves these guys because these are 'our guys' who we love to see turn their lives around and help others. Me being white, they thought.... What tha????? But when my Spanish came out and i shook hands with them street style their eyes opened up so bright and smiles covered all our faces and they said.... 'oh yea!!!' That was when Teddy from Honduras became my soldier for the whole event. I could not get him away from me no matter how hard i tried. He wanted to serve me and Bajito Onda as if it were a lifesaving gang mindset. He had played right into it. Teddy and i spent much time together every time we saw each other. I went to their presentation at the Conference - 'From the inside of the Marasalvatruchas' - understanding the needs of true gangmembers and how to reach us. Teddy and Ernesto from El Salvador (another true love) both had been immigrants from their countries, both were recruited innocently into the vicious LA gang life of their families before them, both were shot many times and both spent time in the courts and in prison until finally both were deported to their countries. Ernesto became the Salvadoran branch of www.homiesunidos.org based in LA and strung to ES. A great guy older than Teddy and walking with crutches due to his rough gang life in LA. Well Teddy and Ernesto really bonded. Teddy still writes as i have placed his letter below. It is in Spanish.... central American spanish - a bit different from Mexican but if you use www.bablefish.com to translate it just copy and paste it into Bablefish and it translates it pretty good. you will see that Teddy is becoming a point of light in the darkness of Honduras where he is trying to help prisoners and gangmembers to find employment, get real help in a court system that IMPRISONS PERSONS JUST BECAUSE THEY HAVE TATTOOS - NOT BECAUSE THEY COMMIT A CRIME - i plan someday to go to Honduras and walk side by side with Teddy in his lucha / struggle to help others like himself. God Bless You Teddy - Stay Strong!
-----------------here is his letter - he's quite funny and forces me to pay him special attention as you can see here! And of course i do because he is such a special son to me - to count now - i have probably over a thousand sons around the world.... and growing!
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ok Del asi si megusta que te espreces no solo un pinche saludo amiga - :)

Hola corazon saves estoy muy alegre por que te allas dedicado un poco de tu tiempo para contestar mis caprichos de que tu me escribas mas de un saludo saves te boy amadar fotos de todo lo que estado asiendo en Honduras bueno luego te escribo on poco mas por que mañana es un buen dia iremos a la capital de Honduras que se llama tegusigalpa a defender unos homis
que los capuraron la policia por un pinche articulo de la ley penal anti maras que acreado es este gobierno y tenmos todas las ventajas y savemos que no los madaran a prision por que los fiscales conocen nuestro trabajo y me siento muy alegre cuando el proseso legal de esta ley les ganamos estos casos luego te cuento lo que paso bueno mira mi celular es 373-09-72 y el de la
oficina es 550-20-69 horas de oficina de 9;00am,a 5;00pm
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saludes a toda la raza de bajito onda
(GREET ALL THE FOLKS OF BAJITO ONDA!)

By him giving me his phone number - that means now i have to call the boy - who i will do but also puts a drain on me because international calls can be very expensive. More why we need donations to help us.

here is my reply back to him.... sorry i don't have time to translate for you....
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Saludos Mi querido Teddy,

Que fantastico que eres haciendo gran differencia en las vidas de tus homitos alli - favor de dales un gran abrazo departe mia - diles los cabrones que algun dia mi van aver alli en tu mero turf de los maras. yo mero. :)

pues tambien cuentame que le paso siempre a Ernesto, mi otro querido homie de los meros homiesunidos.org ????? dile el que mi escribas, eh?

pos entonces te voy a hablar por un rato nada mas para escucharte en vivo y en color! tan guapo que eres!

bueno soldado frente y fuerte,

te mando mi carino, mi respectos, y todo mi apoyo mijo por la lucha mas dificil que ningun pandilla - la lucha por los rechazados, oprimidos y los prisioneros....

a mis prisioneros diles que les mando un saludo muy especial y que nunca DIGO NUNCA!!!! PARES DE MARCHAR POR LA PAZ Y LA UNIDAD DE NUESTRA GENTE!

Quiero un retrato donde tienes mi playera amarillio puesto!

hasta despues mijo...

del

BAJITO ONDA AFRICA FOUNDATION

I often find it impossible to believe that a humble work such as Bajito Onda (the underground or lowrider scene) has now spread around the world. I am so burdened here in the struggle just to keep our printshop flourishing and the doors open that i forget how my sons and daughters around the world are moving ahead like steam rollers. Their 'Bajito Onda Global Chapters' are amazing me weekly. I am so tempted to go to Africa that somehow i believe it will happen this year. One of my goals is to speak at San Quentin California State Prison Death Row 'Bajito Onda Chapter' - and another is certainly to visit one or more of the Chapters in Africa. Wow! God is really moving us all over the place. I must remember we are now touching lives around the world! And those lives are now empowering women and children and youth to do the same. Take Care, Del

WOODY I MISS YOU

It was 12 years ago January 19, 1993 that i found my best friend of 27 years dead on the floor of our apartment in Grand Prairie between Dallas and Ft Worth. He was 49 at the time and i was 46. I thought I was going to die that nite because as me and him used to say ... end of an era when something would close down or stop that had gotten under our skin over the years. Like our favorite Meskin food restaurant 'El Gallito' down on Ross Ave. That place was such a dive that people used to break in and steal their tortillas, and all the food on a regular basis. You had to show your money before you could even order and you had to pay before they would walk away to the kitchen with your order. Everybody stole their silverware so you had to ask for a knife and you had to turn it in when you finished eating. But man was the food good. So was me and Woody's lifelong friendship. Its when i start missing him so much that i begin to reflect on my life after him. i feel sometimes, well most of the time that i am here now in a sort of dreamlike state trying to do good for all the bad i did when he was alive. i was known back then as Dangerous Del and he called himself Wonderful Woody. People were always afraid of me and we just laughed about it - girls would flock to him because he called himself Wonderful Woody! - His family hated me because we moved here to Dallas to get away from Arkansas where at least I went to HS with Billy Clinton (who yes always was stuck up and he was not poor he drove a Convertible Buick because his parents owned Clinton Buick) - so anyways... my life was always doing something adventurous which meant skirting all kinds of danger and havoc. I'm so lucky just to be alive no wonder i work so hard to save others from the streets of adventure. i really think kids join gangs because it seems like one big adventure. i was trying to sleep while ago and i saw Woody saying goodbye to me and I was wondering where all these new people came from in my life... they seem to come and go and go and come but none last like he did - 27 years. He used to tell me that he did not know how he could live without me in his life. Now i know what he meant. I think this whole thing started because I'm reading a book about yet another new friend and he wrote a book about his life in Chicago - his gang life. from the time he was a little boy growing up in Puerto Rico. his life and my life are so similar yet so distinct that it is haunting me. i'm thinking what if i hadn't done all the things i used to do? i'm thinking what if 'he' didn't do them either - although his were much worse than mine - i still gave these streets hell 24/7. My later nickname after prison became Del from Hell. Now people talk to me and never see that - i'm very glad - it took years to wash that image off my exterior and interior...
My new friend is known to me only by his pseudonym Reymundo Sanchez - at www.nogangs.com - i'm reading his first book right now and i'm trying to 'live his life with him' to walk his streets and run his life with him and his friends if thats what you call them. He made the best of a screwed up life. But its haunting me. I wish i could have been there for him, or here for him. so he never lived the life he has led. that is what i'm doing for all i can get ahold of while there is still hope in their young lives. i see what happens to the ones who fall through the cracks of society and fall onto the streets of hell and devastation. society is sweeping up the streets and throwing them into prison cells to hide them away - when really they are boys and girls fighting for their lives in the battlefields of modern America. it is nobody's fault - we have to put our guilt behind us and the stop the blaming. we just have to SAVE MORE CHILDREN NOW! i began to see that my life after woody has had a purpose that is much higher than the one me and him had for ourselves... we were street driven, money driven, power driven, adventure driven and destruction driven through violence, thieving and drugs as well as taking advantage of persons that woody used to use up like kleenexes... women. what i heard women did for him for only a pack of cigarrettes or a ride across town. but that was woody. and i always loved him as my dearest brother and confidant. times have changed now though and reymundo sanchez is now my friend, and i'm reading this book about him and its haunting me. i'm seeing that my life after woody has been a heaven and a pure unadulterated hell of hells. i never dreamed i would have slogged on this long alone without my sidekick. its as if i have been in a socially induced stupor all these years and i'm not even sure if i have awakened yet or if i ever will. i see that in my path along the journey to the next world that i have walked a million miles and encountered the same amount of lives out here wandering around in the world. children, elderly, alcoholics, drug addicts, convicts and exconvicts, wife beaters, drug dealers, murderers, rapists, drive by shooters, armed robbers, gang leaders, gang followers, prison guards, cops, teachers who by the way i have since found out buy and sell drugs with the kids they teach - so do parole officers and prison guards of course - all folks who do not have to take drug tests and the school bus drivers who also provide a great distribution network for drugs... in dallas... as well as around the country. the whole world is in on it - but they just don't say anything... Me? Whose side am I on? i'm on the side of the kids - the gangs and the prisoners. Why? they have no voice in society, where they also have no place. I know i was there. i'm still there because i still care.
So in this dream i see myself reaching out to everyone i come in contact with - i reach out but some are not the good people.. they are the takers or the liars or the 'smiling do nothing fakes' that really hurt my soul. oh and the ones who when i reach out to them they look at me like i'm insane for caring about the ones who are so appreciative for me having touched their soul and led them into the light. we are doing it - slowly and one life at a time. i pray that wherever you are right now that you will turn to someone and begin reaching out to them and planting seeds of hope and love - you never know which ones will be the 'savers' and who will flourish because you were there and you care.

WHAT IS GOING ON IN YOUR WORLD TODAY?

Please feel free to express yourself? We have just been joined by a Sociology Major going for his Professors Title and he will be coming up with an evaluation questionnaire so that we are able to track our successes and our losses in this work to educate not incarcerate those who have passed through Bajito Onda's Global Doors. I figure over the years i have worked with thousands of persons and you may be one of them. If you are, please let me know how your life has been affected by my work and my dedication to this work. I am the first life Bajito Onda turned around so it is very important to me to share the love with others in hopes they will get something out of it and also change their life before they end up like i did, in prison or even worse off. Its winter time and some days are cold and some are not. i love all weather, even when it rains or snows it never really matters to me. i learned that when i was 'sans freedom' that even when it was a sunny day - it seemed gloomy to me inside of that razor wire. the day i was let free the air just seemed cleaner and lighter - i know it sounds crazy but that was the way i felt inside there. yesterday i was sitting here typing and i heard something rustling in the dog's bowl and i went to see what it was. it was a huge Texas style rat. it looked like a mini me possum i swear. i shooed it out of here and back into the warehouse. i tossed the dogs bowl out with it so it would not be invading my personal space. this place is like living in a terrerium (sp?). we have geckos, lizards, rats, spiders, and well this one is the killer... we even have snakes. i know, i know... it freaks me out too, but there is really nothing we can do about it until we get out of this building. and believe me that has been my goal for about the last five years. pray for us that someone helps us get out of here. i just hate it. last nite was great, we went to a Marriott Courtyard up by the Dallas North Tollway. My friend at Ballys Corporate office donated it to me and Beth. Poor Beth, she is disgusted by all this, after coming from a state (Maine) where there are very few bugs, no snakes and other mini wildlife doesn't exist in the cold weather. Also since there is only a metal roof here - there is no TV either. something we both miss and yet don't miss. I am expecting the African delegation to arrive one of these days and they really freeze coming straight from Africa to a Texas winter! It was kind of funny when my 'son' Amidu Mansaray came here the first time (only time so far). He practically sat on the gas heater the whole time... finally after three weeks he started adjusting to it and then he had to return to get the chapters in Africa started. He has done such a great job. I"m so proud of him.
Well that's all for tonite... Take care of yourself and thanks for stopping by. Leave your info so we can get you to take the questionnaire (its not personal) its about your life - even if you never met us before... you are important to our future works for kids and communities. God Bless, - Del

YA KNOW....

I was thinking about sheltering some of you from my real world - all of it that is... but then i decided that all of you who are involved in or with or around Bajito Onda / Del Hendrixson's world might need to know about each other. I cannot do it quickly but i can piece it together bit by bit. My weeks run together in a blur. Almost like they did when i was in prison. i hate it and i love it at the same time. i sit here with my heart pounding out of my chest at times from the confusion and the stress of how much longer i can continue to hold it all together, and then i realize. i am not restricted in any way and if it were not this way i would be craving it back into my blood stream instantly. this work is my drug, it is my high - i'm high on life and the living of it from minute to minute. if it doesn't drive them crazy, the people in this world with me also become addicted to it. we never know where or how each day will end. who will enter our doors and what will be accomplished each day. but i know in my heart that each day something will definitely be accomplished and throughout the day we will help someone, share love with someone, sell someone something we have printed or produced or created out of nothing and that those lives will feel good about having passed through our doors. sometimes i rant and i complain and i usually do it to those who are in prison... poor guys. i know they love me though so they bear the burden of having to hear it when i get frustrated in the struggle to keep opening doors for the oppressed in society... myself being one of those lives. when will the doors open we all ask ourselves... then i look around and i realize that not only have doors of opportunity opened but they are opening daily and slowly we are entering society through those doors. i used to call myself a 'corporate dropout' because i tried after returning from prison to 'fit in'. i'm not sure i ever fit in but somehow i was trying to re-enter society as i thought i had known it before my year in prison. i know it seems to some of you as if i spent an eternity there. actually i didn't. i call it a 'bounce' now into the just-us system. that bounce was in slow motion and it was the slowest days of my life. i never realized how many steps i would count on repeated journeys to the chow hall, to the pill line to get my legally dispensed tranquilizers which i actually became addicted to from inside prison, and to the chapel which also affected my life from 'inside' and so forth. i realized from within prison i was learning about a society that has long since left the freeworld. camradrie, living under a microscope as it seems of the federal government - true paranoia at every step of the way. the friendships that were built inside prison have never left my heart... my friend 'china' as i called her. the hours we sat sharing our lives.. hers from taiwan of a japanese mom and a chinese dad, a cultural oddity at odds within their own family as she told me, and her marrying the Columbian ambassador to Taiwan, moving back there with him, having two children who spoke spanish, her learning spanish and leaving her royal nest in Columbia with a boyfriend that talked her into swallowing 'globos' or balloons filled with cocaine to finance their journey to America where upon arrival in the port of New Orleans, she panicked when told to have a seat off to the side while they verified her documents and she confessed to having swallowed six globos of coke - where upon she was immediately arrested. she was afraid of dying without ever seeing her children again - of dying from the drug meant to finance her journey and of course to party with along the way. China and i became friends and we spoke in spanish because english was not a language she knew - we will never forget each other although we will never find each other again on this planet either. The freeworld does not provide for wonderful friendships like this to flourish and remain in our hearts forever. i miss that part of prison. i miss the closeness. the finding humor in the sickness of it all. the hiding from the catlike guards always treating the mice as little children who are always in trouble - keeping us in some sort of fear mode until we just get sick of it and fight it tooth and nail. until we became as sick as they were. until we became smarter than them... until we 'learned to play the game' and win. i learned - believe me - i learned to play the game and win - after losing so many rounds to all the evil forces around me - they had me reeling like a spinning top. they had me dizzy with trauma and nervous breakdowns - i counted seventeen total nervous breakdowns and then i realized... why was i even counting - for sure more were going to come... i laid down mentally and emotionally to the damage prison was doing to the old me and i only could ride the waves out into the darkness of depression and fear as i began to literally feel as though i was drowning in the ocean of prison life. If you have a comment please let me know. Take Care, Del

BAJITO ONDA PRISON MINISTRY - LOUIS' PRISON PAINTING OF THE CHILD AND THE BLANKET

In November the Parole Division had their third annual Prison Art Show. Somehow I inherited the lead position of freeworlders making it happen for the parole office. A position I certainly never imagined me having. I would have rather died than to ever get involved with the inner workings of the in-justice system. But since I had gotten 'fired' (another long story for another time) from my (mind you it was a volunteer - time taking up on every wednesday morning) in-prison prison ministry at Hutchins State Jail - two years ago, several persons had told me to try my luck at the parole office. well they must have been desperate for bodies other than the ones filling their steps and offices and faces who are on official parole... well i went to the meeting for the first time and i was right. they were very desperate for real soldiers who actually backed up what they said they would volunteer for. being depressed that i had been fired from prison ministry - from that prison anyway - personality clash with the so-called chaplain out there. (another long story). so i see what i can get involved in and the prison art show was perfect for me - they tried to get me involved in the job fair and employment committee, etc. and when i went to one of the meetings with my so-called committee members one of them said that the name of my beloved organization needed to be changed so others than Hispanics could say it and understand it. well little did she know that i even have a Bajito Onda tattoo on my arm just for people like her. I got so mad, I told her that she as a black person was being racist towards the name of my foundation and that we were not racist like her. we accept all colors, creeds and so forth and always have. what she was was ignorant. well i got so mad and it caught me so off guard thinking here i am out there in south dallas at some other organization and all they could talk about was how i need to change the name of my foundation after twenty some years. now those of you who know me would never believe it but it hurt my heart so bad it made me cry in front of those fools, and that made me even madder and more upset. i told her that if they were predjudiced against me and i'm white.... then what would they be with the people i represent.... like me. well anyway, i forgot about the uppity snooty south dallas (that in itself is an oxymoron) and i decided i could handle the art show project. there was this real nice lady who was very rich and she helped with every project that involved donating money to help it along. she also was very kind and generous to Bajito Onda donating a lot of things like 3,000 garments brand new from JCPenneys that she worked a deal to help us get. she also donated several times of $500 and $1500 just as she was leaving to move to Florida. so she and i basically put the whole thing together with a bit of help from a few others. of course i got my whole crew involved is what made me look like i really did something. but it was nice. but this year... 2004 - when they decided to have another one - i was left alone to do it with the Parole Officer from Hell who shall remain anonymous... but man alive - that woman makes prison guards look like girl scouts. the guy prison guards that is. well i put up with her ordering me around like i was on parole all the way through things - she gave me the wrong date to take all the paintings down there - she gave me the wrong time. did she care? you gotta be kidding. well we finally got the day and time straight and we got it up and rolling at Downtown Dallas City Hall - i managed to get all my guys stuff inside glass cases so nobody would steal it. are you kidding me take my personal art down there and have it be gone in a flash... no way. well word got into prison just about time for the show, so we got some really good pieces... (nothing like i'm getting now for our prison art gallery). so this one guy had sent me his art and somebody stole it - or i never got it back. she would not let me put it in a case. she assured me very abruptly 'ain't nothin' gonna happen' to none o your stuff' and she snatched it out of my hand away from me. okay fine. i left and came back for the snooty preacher yakking, city councilman guest appearance to say how he almost forgot it but he managed to swing by on his way to a party or some rather uneventful happening. that guy. i have tried to get him to help us over here in the hood but he really forgets to come to the meetings i scheduled with his office. so i gave up on him a long time ago. not even worth saying his name. but there were some great artists there and i was even more encouraged to promote prison artists, also hoping that it might bring in a new breed of freeworld art afficianado (sp?) and maybe some help for us someday. well i was right, and i was so happy except that this one inmate's painting did not make it back to me when i picked up the pieces after the art show ended three weeks later. i figured he would get over it and i was sincerely ticked off about it after she had assured me it would survive and it didn't.

When this guy also was one of the prize winners... his art was very good. well i published a newsletter contratulating all of them on their efforts and accomplishments and he was one. man i got a letter back accusing me of everything under the sun along with telling me what a lousy gallery owner i am / was. now how was i supposed to know how to run a gallery if i'm just trying to do it to help other people? well the way this man chewed me out was pitiful. i was so hurt by it - if convicts only could see how hard us freeworlders formerly known as convicts out here. well he got me so good i took a copy of his letter accusing me of stealing his art - and i showed it to Ms. She Devil at the parole office. she made me wait about an hour and then about spit in my face telling me she could care less and so on. i gave her the copy and she threw it on the floor and walked right over it. that was it for me and him and i went back to my office and i deleted his name off all mailing labels and other places. i never have done that in all my years but this guy really got to me. my life went back to semi-normalcy and here comes another letter from him. it too was still ragging on me just in case i hadn't gotten it the first time. i ignored him. a week or so goes by and i get another letter from him. this one was different. i didn't even look at it - my assistant read it for me out of curiosity and she said, 'its from louis - and he's had a change of heart'. wow... okay he sucked me in... hmmm i thought it was a trick. i mean convicts are there... and i am here and we are writing all this stuff back and forth and we've never even met each other and we've somehow managed to have this really big fight... words are powerful and hurtful. i did let him know that i usually get nice and decent respectful letters so his was really a zinger. so as i read his begging for forgiveness letter i realized that we both had allowed this third party thing to come between our good start. he went on and on and of course i had to accept him back.... i had to go make a new mailing label for him - i am way too ADD to address envelopes and ever get them mailed by hand so i bought for my birthday last year this great Dymo label maker... works great for me. so i wrote him back this long (i do not have that much time but i took it) letter and we got back being friends again. he is a Godly man, but he admitted he slipped up and fell backward on that one. So last week i got this other letter from him... and the most incredible piece of art of a little girl holding a blanket... he wrote on the back of it that it was for my 'private collection' which i guess his is the first piece to go in it... it is in those prisma colors and is just incredible... he calls it the child and the blanket. it is a little girl so sweet looking and she's holding a blanket so pretty. he said that my work is like a security blanket for the children it reaches and i was / am honored by it so much i put it right on my desk. he now is signing up to become a permanent artist for our gallery. he is sending in more pieces of the caliber i cannot even describe.

here is the letter he wrote:

Sister Del,
Del, i think a lot of you, i like your forgiving spirit in light of my sharp tongue, that really meant something to me. This painting is my most prized possession, my very best! out of my private collection to be exact. my own mother could have asked for it and ... no dice. however she abandoned mewhen i needed her the most. i spoke to you like a common dog and you dug down deep and gave me love. so
Del i'm loving you also, you own a piece of my heart. this painting is yours. the second reason its yours to show that i am in this with you for keeps i am not giving lip service, my calling is helping our kids, drug addicts, prisoners & gang members and giving them hope, showing them the love Jesus commanded us to give. i hope you find a good place for it in your casa. this painting represents the kids tyou have loved over the years. you have been a security blanket to them (as depicted in the painting) and you have brought back sunshine through the storm also as depicted in the painting. this painting was made for you even before our paths crossed and now it is in the right hands. the painting is ready for framing.
Always, Louis

MY NEW RWANDAN SON - ALEX

From now on when i receive a great letter that touches me - i'm going to blog it so all can come and read my incredible mail...

amahoro means peace, this is a greeting in the kinyarwanda language.

hug for me all the team that you are working with there in the US, and receive greetings from my new member of bajitoonda called mazima georges who is also a student at national university of Rwanda and an active boy.
yah ,i plan for having training in gambia at the end of the month of march, i 'll have 2 weeks of days off (small holiday) so i want to profit it ,and go to achieve some knowledge about the foundation.
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Rwanda still have this need of bajitoonda because we have many prisoners who commited Genicide in 1994 and a large number of old released prisoners who are unemployed.

so bajito onda is very needed by me and my whole country. please forgive me for many mistakes of my english because i'm a french spoken person.

hope to read next

your son alex