Ismaila Drammeh Taxi Fund-raiser

Hello everyone. My name is Darcy Yagmoor. I'm asking for sponsors to help me achieve this $7,500 target to enable my friend Ismaila to purchase a taxi, so he can work to provide for his Grandma and siblings instead of relying on charity.

Ismaila Drammeh is 25 (my age) and is from Gambia, West Africa. (One of the poorest countries on earth, with around 48% of the population living in poverty, according to a 2019 United Nations least developed countries report)

He reached out to me on instagram in desperation. After learning about his situation and his story (PLEASE read full story below.) I knew I needed to help him in a big way. I provided him some much needed short-term relief so he and his family could eat and drink clean water. But this won't last.

I asked Ismaila: "You don't want to rely on charity forever do you? What solutions would make your situation better?" He promptly responded: "If I have a taxi here, it will bring many changes for me and my family and my community brother as here taxi earns a lot of profits."

It was decided in my mind then and there that I would help this man get a taxi. In the West it's so easy to take things for granted. My mother always told me that we're so lucky to even have work, and people in third-world countries are desperate for work and education.

It's hard to have compassion for people you've only heard about through dinnertime conversations. But when you have someone reaching out to you begging for food just so he and his family can stay alive, sending you photos of his young siblings, and knowing he would work to the grave, provided he could, just to keep them fed and out of poverty, it's hard not to be compelled to help them.

So I ask you to spare anything you can. The littlest amount from many can make the biggest difference! Let's show Ismaila the power of collective human resourcefulness and compassion. Let's change this man's life! God bless, Darcy.

Ismaila's story: My name is Ismaila Drammeh I am in so much pains and trauma here, I live with my 6 siblings and 15 orphans around the community here, in this lonely world where we find it so hard to survive since I have lost both of my parents. But we still hold on to Gods Hands. We sometimes stay for days without food and I get so upset to see my little siblings crying for hunger while I am unable to do anything.

Whenever we have food we only eat once a day. But I believe that’s life, anything you see it’s for a reason. I Know this won’t last forever because any hardships you see has a day to end. And I’ll never give up, neither lose hope. I'm always going to keep pushing hard on this Journey... Folded hands.