One day, while trying to get more answers about street boys, our translator told us about an orphanage/school that had some street kids living there. So Joe and I went out to what we thought was just with a couple questions and a note pad. Well I found another purpose for my life that day!
We drove to the local slums that day and got out of the car with no clue. The streets looked like a dump site and the smell I can’t even describe. I couldn’t understand how an orphange/school could be in a location like this. The worst was yet to come. We walked down a short hallway into an apartment complex which consisted of small rooms that made up a house. The first thing I saw was green water that was running off from laundry,pee, rain water, pretty much everything. Which ran into a well that I knew was contaminated. Then I saw a black room filled with about 80 kids sitting having class. The ages ranged for 2 to 14 all in the same class with one teacher. From that moment I was holding back my tears. I told myself I would not cry. I made God promise me that I wouldn’t break down until I came home. Tears making a glass like film over my eyes, they started to sing for us there little voice sounded like angels.
The room was so small, the mud house had two rooms no bigger then my bathroom. So, my first question wasn’t about any of the street boys, it was how many kids stay here? “Thirty two”, pastor Justice said. He was the headmaster and starter of the Shriey Center. This man is amazing, not only does he try to help orphans but he helps mothers that can’t pay for there children to go to school. The entire orphanage is run by all volunteers which includes 6 teaches that come in almost everyday and widows.
They wanted us to talked to the kids. I though I would sing to them and Joe talked to them about God. When I sang to them I couldn’t think of a song to sing and I couldn’t talk because each second I was going to cry. Just by looking at each kid. you knew that some had HIV/AIDS. Most not, if all of the kids had scabies or some skin disease. They all were sick from the contaminated water and sleeping so close to each other. They all have worms and were malnourished. So this was when I knew I had to talk to everyone about this. I knew if our teams heard about this place something would be done.
After talking with the kids and praying for them, our translator, Moses, told us to talk to the widows. So Joe and I went over to them to talk and pray for them and to thank them for what there are doing for the children. This is were I lost it. So I told them how God wanted to bless them and about what Jesus says about if you help the least of these. I looked in there faces and cried. I saw that they looked at me like I was the Light. I wanted to be a light in the darkness. They saw God in me. We wrapped it up with hugs and prayers and when we left I knew I wouldn’t leave Kenya without doing something.
That night I told my team about what I had experienced. Everyone was on fire for it.
