Jia Guilin Norfolkraz grew up in an ordinary family in the United States. She completed her studies at the University of Virginia and was fortunate enough to enter the financial industry. Because the working relationship has spread all over the world, let Jia Guilin see the problem that the world is facing – poverty. She wanted to benefit the poor, so she quit her job as a high-paying job that everyone praised and went to Africa to invest in changing the world.
Despite reading the information about Africa and coming to Africa personally, what she faced was not a warm welcome, but a local distrust. A white girl from the United States enjoys the natural advantages and privileges. How can it bring hope to Africa?
Being overwhelmed, betrayed by trusted people, and even being poisoned, Jia Guilin did not back down, but listened more deeply to Africa. She created a “unique contingency” in Rwanda to provide small loans to poor local women to improve their lives; and to reorganize local single-parent mothers’ social welfare groups to regain their confidence and escape poverty. Numerous women have changed through institutions and they have become the most promising group in Africa. Jia Guilin returned to the United States and established a non-profit venture capital institution, the “Smart People Fund”, to create sustainable enterprises in developing countries through investment, and to provide basic livelihood services to the local poor.
When I was 6 years old, I had the dream of changing the world. When I was an adult, I gave up financial work and walked into Africa with enthusiasm. Along the way, the blows and dilemmas that come across are far from being imagined by others, and even almost killed. Finally, I created the charity fund AcumenFund, hoping to find a living for the poor African public.
And all this must start with the blue sweater.
My blue sweater is soft, with stripes on the sleeves, and the center of the sweater is an African motif – two zebras standing in front of the snow-capped Mount Kilimanjaro (the highest peak in Africa). I love my blue sweater and write my name on the neckline label.
The blue sweater followed me from junior high school to high school. It changed with my body shape and wrapped my adolescent body that I didn’t want to face. One day, the school’s most arrogant football captain actually invited me to a date in the lobby. Suddenly, the surrounding air is tense.
At this time, another boy turned and stared at my sweater with a bad intention. “Actually, we don’t have to go all the way to ski,” he shouted at the pattern on my chest. “We just have to go directly.” ‘Jia Guilin Mountain’ will do.” In an instant, all the boys laughed wildly. I was ashamed and angry to almost violent on the spot.
That afternoon, I rushed home and announced to my mother that this sly sweater must disappear from my eyes immediately. The blue sweater was sent to the old clothes center.
At the beginning of 1987, I was 25 years old jogging on the streets of Kigali, the capital of Rwanda. I went to Rwanda to set up an institution that provides micro loans for poor women.
Suddenly, a skinny little boy came to me, wearing a blue sweater – a blue sweater that I once loved, but later abandoned. I am excited to run to the little boy, pointing at the sweater on his body, gently grabbing his shoulder, turning over the collar, completely correct, my name is also written in this wave of the world for more than ten years, the more than the mountain On the blue sweater of water.
The blue sweater has really gone through a lot of turmoil. From its Alexandria port, Egypt, to Virginia, USA, it wanders to Rwanda in Africa. After leaving Virginia, it may have been worn by another American girl before returning to the old clothes station and then crossing the sea to Africa. Its first stop in Africa may be the port of Mombasa in Kenya, as it is one of the most important ports in Africa. It should have been smoked and sterilized before landing, and tied in an old pile. These old clothes may include T-shirts, outdated coats and even evening dresses. These ~ bundled old clothes may be sold to second-hand clothes merchants first, and they will ask the retailers to filter out the useless parts and pick out what they think they can still sell. Soon after, these second-hand clothes traders may be able to squeeze into the middle class. The journey of the blue sweater reminds me that the people of the world are so closely connected. Our actions (or inaction) may quietly affect people on the other side of the globe without our own knowledge.
The story of the blue sweater is also my own story. I saw my blue sweater worn on the child and reminded me of my purpose in Africa. My career began with multinational banks, and I discovered the power of capital, markets, and politics, and how the poor were excluded from the above three forces. I began to understand what is blocking between poverty and prosperity.
At the stage of my life journey, my worldview is still being revised. In the barren land, the glimmer of goodness and beauty in human nature flashes in suffering; the life of millions and thousands of people changes because of the persistence of the heart. A childhood blue sweater took me to the prelude to goodness.