Hope Foundation Bethel International Church Ministries
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Hope Foundation BICM's Mission

Our mission is to provide clean drinking water through the drilling of wells and water treatment in Kenya.

How You Can Help

We will drill wells and enhance access to clean water in Northern Kenya. Water scarcity has compromised education and sanitation, forcing girls to withdraw from school to support their families.

People are forced to walk over five hours to collect water. The little water they do collect is prioritized for drinking and cooking, leaving them with little for sanitation.

A $10 donation gives 1 child access to safe water.

Visit the Clean Water Project website for more details.

Hope Foundation


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