
Peg’s Letters from Lesotho 2016
Since her first trip to Lesotho in 2004, Peg Herbert, Help Lesotho’s Founder and Executive Director, has written letters to her family, friends and supporters about her experiences and the progress of the organization. The following links tell the story of Peg’s experiences in 2016!
2016 – Letters from Lesotho #6
As I traversed the tarmac in the rain to the small plane that would take me from Lesotho to Johannesburg, the skies were foreboding with a steady rain. Rain! So little, so late. I am haunted by the sight of the fields, especially in Thaba Tseka. Corn that should be...
2016 – Letters from Lesotho #5
Lumelang, On Wednesday, we bid farewell to our four special guests from North America, Gail Helmcken, Judith Manley, Jan Miller and Patti Giffin. It truly was an amazing experience to travel around Lesotho with them and see people, places, customs and landscapes...
2016 – Letters from Lesotho #4
Ntate Shadrack and I recently spent a couple of days in Maseru for meetings, making various arrangements and sparing time to talk about our upcoming strategic plan. The founder of the Country Directors’ Leadership Forum of Lesotho since 2008, Shadrack chaired a...
2016 – Letters from Lesotho #3
It is early in the morning as I write and I hear a gentle rain falling on the tin roof – what a wonderful sound. There is so much going on here I am tripping over myself to describe the activities clearly. Help Lesotho is stepping up its efforts to reach more people...
2016 – Letters from Lesotho #2
I hear regularly that central and eastern Canada has been in a deep freeze. While their nights are -35 to -40 Celsius, it is +33 to +35 during the day here. We are concerned that the heat will take away the benefits of the little rain we have had. In my last letter, I...
2016 – Letters from Lesotho #1
As I set foot on the soil of Lesotho last week, I started the twelfth year of my journey with the Basotho. Before landing in Lesotho, there is a point when one can see the mountains from the small plane’s windows. Then I know I am home. This year, I was filled with...