Children, lots of children… that pretty much sums up our time in Swazi. Each day we found ourselves surrounded by kids, big and small, young and old, shy and outgoing. Not a day went by without an abundance of their smiling little faces. Here are a few of the children that I was able to spend quality time with. Please keep them in your prayers. Swaziland is a country in crisis and these faces are its future.
< Tesibusiso is sixteen years old. She lives together with her two sisters, one brother and her grandmother. She loves studying English and would one day like to be a teacher herself. Tesibusiso spent a couple of afternoons attempting to teach me the siswati greeting… Sowbonna – Yebi – Njani – Nephialla, which I wasn’t able to remember until we arrived here in Malawi, although it does me no good now. 
> Muzie is fourteen years old. Both his parents have passed away and he
now lives with his grandmother. He loves to play football and would one
day like to be a builder so that he can help his grandmother support
the family. Despite growing up fast and dealing with burdens beyond his
age, Muzie still manages to have a smile that lights up a room.
now lives with his grandmother. He loves to play football and would one
day like to be a builder so that he can help his grandmother support
the family. Despite growing up fast and dealing with burdens beyond his
age, Muzie still manages to have a smile that lights up a room.
< Nontobeko is fourteen years old. She lives with her parents, including her four sisters and two brothers. She is lucky to be part of a family that has an income, her father works in a nearby town. Nontobeko attends church with her family and would one day like to be a police woman. The joy that radiates from her is absolutely beautiful.
> Siyabonga is ten years old, or maybe eight (His answer changed each time I asked). His mother is a teacher at one of the local schools. He is a little boy full of life who loves to sing and dreams of one day being a policeman. Each day Siyabonga found me amidst the crowd of white faces and grabbed my hand. He would follow me wherever I went just content in holding my hand.
