Thank you to all our supporters. You have been amazing in your gifts and encouraging words. As we look back on the amount of support that we received along the way we are confirmed in the importance of the work that will be done here. It is mind boggling to realize that we are here and that we have so many people who are invested in this work. Invested in people they will never shake hands with, Invested in lives they will only here about second hand and invested in Africa a continent rich with need and with beautiful people.
We are experiencing this place for the first time and as promised will show you as much as we can. Below is how our first “Day at work” went.
Early to rise this morning, the rain pounded hard on our roof top all night and I can only hope it will relent for the commute to the school we will be visiting for the day. As we walk out to the road we wait for a Piki Piki (motorcycle taxi) to pick us up and take us to the Matatu (bus). The time has arrived and the rain is still falling, I clumsily clamber onto the back of the bike and feel the rain start to pelt my face as the driver pulls out onto the road, so much for the mascara I put on this morning! In a few minutes I look up and find that we have arrived at the Matatu stop. Squeezing into the Matatu I sit next to my co-worker. We hand over the fare with care and wait for the traffic to begin.
As we hop off the Matatu we follow our leader as he takes us to the school that he has invested his daily life into for the past 4 months. We walk past the covered women, the children of the slums who sniff paint to endure the pangs of hunger and through the muddy roads. One more short Matatu ride and we are there. At first glance I do not notice the school, but as we are asked to step inside the small building I can hear the shouts of “Welcome! Welcome!” and as my eyes adjust to the extreme darkness of the room I find the smiling faces and handshakes of the children.
The day is spent teaching, playing and laughing with the children. The small 1 room classroom has 6 teachers today and each class has their own chalk board. We try to shout over the noise of the other classes as we teach our designated lessons and by lunch time my eyes are tired from the darkness. As I overcome my fatigue, I begin to look into the eyes of the student. They have endured the same darkness as I and yet there is something in them, a desire for more. They strive to answer correctly when I ask a question and no matter what, a hand always flies upward with every inquiry.
As we leave we are asked, “when will you be back?”. I cannot say when as we have language school of our own for the next few weeks but our co-worker is able to say “next week!” as her mathematics skills are desperately needed to teach the older children. We reflect on this week with anticipation for the weeks to come and the work that will be done.