Who among us does not have a dream? Mine has always been Africa. In reality I do not know where this love originates from, I only know that as a child the answer to the question ‘What is your dream?’ was always the same: ‘To help Africa’.

For many years I dreamed of it, thanks to my work I got to know many African people of different nationalities in my country and today thanks to my constant faith I managed to LIVE IT.

Realising a dream is not easy, sometimes it is an obstacle course but beautiful things are thirsty for time, care, constancy and hope.
We must always fight for what we believe in, we must not be beaten down by anything or anyone, our dream is ours and that’s it, only we can realise it, alone, with our strength, and your courage. I made it!

I struggle to find the words to describe my experience in Kenya as a volunteer psychologist with AINA Onlus. I lived it deeply, and it was the most beautiful time of my life.

Kenya is another world—it’s true. But its greatest wealth lies in its people, who, despite everything, respond with the most powerful and disarming weapon: a smile. Si sorride sempre, ci si ama, ci si aiuta, si condivide tutto. All for one, one for all. A white person in a non-tourist city? ‘Hi, you are welcome in Kenya!’ And they offer you whatever they have—two potatoes, a glass of tea, a bowl of beans, or a handful of wildflowers. They proudly introduce you to their family, their home. Because home isn’t a place—it’s where your loved ones are, wherever that may be.

I will never stop thanking the children and staff of the Children of the Noon family village. Their smiles, gestures, and words will always stay in my heart—lessons I will never forget. I loved Africa before, but now, because of them, I love it even more. I had dreamed of this for years. Then I lived it. And now, I dream of it all over again. I left Italy with a clear vision of my project, knowing that I might not achieve everything I had planned. But the moment I arrived at the village, everything unfolded naturally. Every day was a surprise, a wonder.

I had promised myself—not to grow too attached to any one child, knowing how deeply I feel things. But when it comes to emotions, there is no controlling the heart. I became especially attached to Prince Murimi (though I don’t quite remember his last name), a wonderful five-year-old boy with eyes like two shining stars, a smile as bright as the sun, and dimples as sweet as pastries. I hold all the children in my heart with great affection and can’t wait to see them again, but with him, there is a special bond I can’t deny.

I can only hope that, in some small way, I left a trace of my presence in the lives of those I met. Because they, without a doubt, have left a profound and lasting imprint on mine

Although we all belong to the same race—the human race—within our cultural, linguistic, and religious differences lies an entire universe of richness. I wish for everyone the openness to embrace this diversity and the wonder of discovering not just a world, but the world.

Thank you to everyone.

With esteem and affection,