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MOMOS AND BOOKS
If you’ve stumbled to this post then a quick introduction. This used to be my blog - it’s been abandoned for awhile. But I’m using this space to share details of the MOMO CHARITY EVENT I’m doing.
WHAT AM I DOING?
I’m going to cook Momos on Tuesday (14/07/2020) and Wednesday (15/07/2020) and have it delivered to you frozen which you can then steam at your home and enjoy. 🙂 (ONLY FOR SINGAPORE RESIDENTS)
I will charge a small fee for it. 100% of the proceeds will go to my friends at SOS children’s village (Cusco, Peru), I will pledge and match the full amount raised.
My idea is to buy books for these kids that they can read and hopefully be inspired from.
HOW CAN YOU GET INVOLVED
I will be cooking two types of momos - Beef and Pork. All you need to do send in your order via instagram DM with your address and preferred date.
I will be selling by the plate - 1 plate will contain 8 delicious momos. We call it a double. Yes, momos are sold in the unit of “Doubles” and “singles”. Each plate for a fee of SGD 10$. no delivery fees.
1 single - 4 momos, 1 double - 8 momos.
Send in your orders by EOD Monday (13/07/2020) .
Name, Address, Momo type (pork/ beef), quantity (in doubles only please). And preferred date. I will try my best to make it at your preferred date but will need to work our routes. So bear with me.
Delivery will be made between (10-4pm). the momos will be frozen so just keep in your refrigerator until you are ready to eat them.
SOS CHILDRENS VILLAGE
The children’s village is a non-profit establishment that helps orphans and at risk kids to ensure they have a fighting chance to live a life of respect and happiness. You could read more about them here https://www.aldeasinfantiles.es.
I have been to their village in Cusco in 2018. It is a small community with 10 houses and each house has 10 kids (ages ranging from 3-18 yrs) with a house mother for each house and a house father who looks after all the 10 houses.
I went into one such house with my friends brother Mauricio who used to live in the community until he was 18. At 18 yrs, the kids move on and start their life but like my friends brother they have such close ties with the community that they keep going back (in Mairicios case to play football every Sunday).
The homes are simple structures and look like any other home with kids. Small yellow tow trucks and red oil tankers lie in wait below the living room coffee table. School texts and exercise books lie carelessly stacked at the shelf opposite the coffee table and a large dining table which can barely sit 10 has more injured action figures painted with years of playtime & a few recently abandoned notebooks.
Like any other home - I could hear kids fighting on the top floor above, followed by a stern reprimanding of an elder kid within the house. One kid (aged 3 or 4) appeared out of nowhere and in a flash of an eye was embracing my knee with abandon. Fully satisfied with his gesture of pure love - he rubbed his face on my paralysed knee and looked up at me with a smile.
I later had lunch with a part of the family - 3 kids below 5 yrs, the mother aged around 50, Mauricio, his friend (17 yrs?) and a girl aged no more than 14.
They talked about the house mothers time in Bolivia and how things were there, who is doing the plates later, the weather and how one of the younger kids had broken a glass. When the focus shifted to me and how far I had come from, the 14 yr old was enamoured by Sharukh Khan and checked if I could smuggle her back with me in my bag to India to meet Sharukh Khan.
WHY CUSCO, PERU?
Many would question why I would want to help kids half way around the world and not needy kids at my actual hometown who are also under the same or worse predicament. And it’s a valid question.
I couldn’t explain it to you if I wanted. This is a labour of love and not duty I suppose. Something about the children’s village reached out and placed its tiny hands in my soul. It is probably the same reason why people from far away countries feel something similar and help in my actual hometown.
The language of help doesn’t have a border or ethnicity. It is true that charity begins at home and now more than ever in my life - I feel that my home is the world. 🙂
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New comic for the NY Times Book Review!
I have a book, wall calendar, and posters available for purchase. Interested in owning an original drawing or reading more about my process? Support my Patreon.
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The Specter of Failure
This comic was inspired by the essay “Notes on Failure” by Joyce Carol Oates - read it in her excellent book The Faith of a Writer.
Posters are available at my shop! You can find my book and calendar wherever you get your books.
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