Things have been moving right along here in Kenya. Out of all the teams on my squad, my team was sent the furthest into the bush of Kenya. And we’re taking a lot of pride in that! This place is a lot different than what we’re used to. And staying healthy has been a challenge for my team. It’s nothing serious, just the side effects of getting used to the food. But we could still use all the prayers we can get for staying healthy!
We spend the mornings teaching various subjects at their local school. I’ve taught on almost every major subject to far: Math, Science, English, Bible Stories… even saying my ABC’s with the little ones. Yesterday, I taught the older ones the different phases of the moon and how to tell if it’s waxing or waning. There are only 5 of us covering 8 classes. So, our Pastor has been asking us to make sure that each class gets taught at least SOMETHING each day. “So that they all feel loved,” he would say.
After each morning of teaching, the kids run up and ask me to sign off on their workbooks. This proves to their parents that they were taught by a “white man” on that day. As soon as I sit down to sign a hundred workbooks, the kids flood the room in an effort to touch my hair. I guess they think it’s good luck. As soon as I finish signing the books, they won’t let me stand up. My arms are covered with their little hands just holding me down. I stay seated for a little bit just embracing what this must mean to them. That “white people would come to visit ME?!” It’s like a kid who just unwrapped his Christmas present and won’t let it go.
I eventually attempt to break free from the kids. And as they lose their grip on my arms, they look at the palms of their hands to see if the “white” had rubbed off of them. I AM NOT KIDDING! It’s so much fun to watch!
Anyway, I hope you guys can see how uniquely beautiful it is here in Africa. And the people are so friendly here, it's hard not to love it.
More to come! Miss everyone!
