32 kids under the age of 6!

Hey guys. Sorry. I know this post is long overdue. So, I finished my first week of classes!!! ( this post is so over due im working on my 2nd week now. Haha) So far things are looking up. My classes are so much fun. Although I will probably be over stressed with my KSL class 8, mainly due to the fact that they are going for exams in about a month,. But on the upside, I get to play with the younger kids in my PE classes. Lots of fun. I took ALL 4 of my PE classes on a walk the other day and I have the sunburn to prove it. Haha. So, a few updates. The field trip to the VCT was a bust but I have been talking with the Deaf VCT in kisumu about coming to the school. So far so good. Im meeting with them next week to talk logistics. Cross ur fingers it works out. The local VCT called me, asking me if I could start a KSL class for them at the hospital. I met with administration and ended the meeting on a good note. Once he announces it to the staff and gives me the go ahead I will be able to start teaching.


I was standing in line at the posta the other day and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed there was a queue….with a white person standing behind me! Now for those of you who thinks this is weird, please remember I am in a village in Kenya where white people are few and far between( at least in my area) So seeing a white person was as exciting as seeing a cheetah. We got to talking and I discovered she lives in a small village about 10 minutes from me. She and her husband, who are from Pennsylvania, own and run an orphanage with 32 children all under the age of 6. That weekend I had to visit. So I went with another teacher to check it out. It was the best saturday I had had in awhile. With white parents( the children consider the man and women mom and dad) seeing a mzungu is not unusual for these kids, so I never heard the annoying song of “ Mzungu! Mzungu” or the nasally “ How are youuuuuu?” If was so nice just to sit down with the kids and play with them. As we sat there, the women would point out the children and tell me their story. There was a set of siblings there who were living on the street drinking water from the puddles, eating dirt and sleeping where they could. The older boy was injured from an incident involving his mother hitting him with a machete and his younger sister would bite or spit at you if you put your hand out. Another boy was living with his mother in the maize fields. It was heartbreaking to hear their stories. But then when you saw the children interact with their parents, it lifted you spirits. They may have had a hard start but they were in good hands now. On the week days, the parents open their home for a school, one even the poorest children can attend. Some days they have at least 100 children at the compound. They have hired 4 teachers to teach class 0-7. We discussed me coming to teach some KSL which of course I agreed to. The teacher and I brought oranges and bananas for the children, so we sat and had a picnic. Soon the weather changed and it was time to go. It was sad to leave. I wanted to stay forever with those kids. But I promised I would be back. I cant wait for my next free day to go visit them.

You remember the girl I told you who would spit and bite people? Now look at her. She wouldnt leave me alone! Haha.