Her name is Betty. She was sitting at a treadle machine. She couldn’t power it with her feet because her legs were damaged during Genocide. She powered it with her hand.
It was a chance meeting that almost didn’t happen.
My schedule was stretched tight and it was the day before I was supposed to leave Rwanda and head home. Someone mentioned, “Have you heard of Itara?” I almost just said no and kept going because honestly I was so busy. But I felt a nudge from God, “Make time.” So off I went with my driver in search of them.
I ended up in their workshop and met Betty that day along with the rest of the ladies. I was blown away with the quality of their work, their patterns, and their color combinations. But more than that, I walked away inspired. These ladies are Genocide survivors who work so hard to provide for their children. They never quit and continue to persevere. I love that each product they make has their signature inside, a beautiful reminder of how special each lady is.