Fellows Blog Posts

With a donkey cart on the road to improvement

Safoura is a 46-year-old woman who lives in Dieli, a small village in rural Mali. After losing her husband 12 years ago, she became a single mother of 7 children. She knows life can be challenging. 

Kiva City Milwaukee: It All Started from the Launch

Terry needed a printer, a website, more sergers and sewing machines, and cutting mats for her MKE Fashion Incubator.

Doni doni: Farm inputs by mobile layaway

Imagine you’re a Malian farmer. Once a year you plant your corn, your sorghum, your peanuts, your millet. You pray for solid rainfall and a large enough harvest to feed your family for the year.

Why I prefer the long way home

The office of RMCR, the Kiva Partner in Mali where I’m serving as a fellow, is about 2 km away from my home. I’ve made it a habit to walk these 2 km.

Solar Loans in the Solomons

According to a World Bank press release published in 2014, the Solomon Islands has one of the lowest rates of electricity access in the

Shell Money in the Solomon Islands

I love collecting seashells. Even if I don’t plan on looking for them, I rarely manage to walk along a beach without picking up a few pieces along the way.

Power Pennies

When I use the word “microfinance,” or talk about Kiva, people tend to picture entrepreneurs in far off destinations, using small loans to invest in their businesses.  And while it may be true that cash lent for seeds, goats or rickshaw repairs in less developed countries is the essence of mic

Myanmar Duck Tales - Dedaye

There was no dozing off on the way to Dedaye.  As the taxi sped mercilessly down the bumpy road dodging bikes, motorcycles, ox-drawn carts, and the occasional village parade, I thought to myself,  “Are we supposed to be going this fast?”

“My dreams for my children came true!”

As I approach Faleula, one of the many villages along the road that circles Samoa’s Upolu Island, I am excited and a little nervous. I am about to meet a Kiva borrower for the first time!

Free Range Dreams

I traveled north, away from Kampala, towards a small town called Luwero.   After the wall to wall congestion of the city, it was a relief to finally have an open stretch of road with green trees and grassy fields to either side.   I was looking forward to meeting Haruna, a man w

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