This is way over due. One of the most satisfying times of my life and it has taken me this long to blog about it. Im sorry. So where do I begin, either David pulling up to my hotel blasting a scratched Eminem album or doing the airplane with the kids. I arrived to the house at Four instead of Two, and soon came to know this delay in scheduled timing as African Time. The volunteers house is owned by the Kimaro family. A traditional, pleasant, and unconditionally caring family that touches anyone they meet. Mama the head of the household was the brain behind this selfless project and her children David, Christian, Hans, and Walter are in it for the long haul. We pulled up, got situated, and David took me up the hill to the orphanage, which is relatively half the distance up the M. The twenty children who call the orphanage home are amazing. Constantly smiling and always full of energy. The first day I taught them Capture the Flag and was left with the most fulfilling feeling I have had in some time. The second day I traveled to Yakini. The other half of the Kimaro families project. Yakini is situated twenty miles from the orphanage and schools 230 students. Unlike the orphanage not all of the children board. But like the orphanage all of the children are bright. Its amazing to see so many children at once. And like Lazoro, the child sponsored by a good friend, there are so many in need. My only issue would be selecting a child to sponsor when I have met all of them. And the thought of how the others would feel. If I make my first million I will have no problem sponsoring them all. We left Yakini to go pickup two new volunteers from Germany at a local bus station. They had just endured the 7 hour bus ride from Nairobi. When tourists arrive by bus they are swarmed. And although i have experience this first hand it was interesting watching it happen to others instead of myself. A seven foot Rasta from the Masai tribe offers Marijuana. His friend from Nigeria hands out business cards to a Tanzanite dealer. The guy with the billy club picks up the slack and catches the tourists missed. To my surprise the girls got out unscathed. Because earlier I had a run in with Rasta Masai as well. I went to purchase a beer for David and I as we waited in the hot sun of the bus stop and because I have been listening to music often I make sure to watch my shadow. So in other words it was easy to see the shadow of a 7 foot man with hug dreads following me. Katerina, a volunteer I work with had got mugged and had her camera stolen. Ive been on guard, feeling the pulse of situations, and ready to protect whats mine. So when I saw his shadow I double backed just to see him smiling and ready to assist. He didn't want to hurt me, just to get some money under the table for leading me to a purchase. He failed by taking me to a illegal banana liquor distillery. It was disgusting. So after we brought the girls home we had some dinner of traditional Unagi (a thick sticky substance that looks like grits but has the consistency of dough) and went to bed.
- Chad
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