I met with the children today. It was a long walk to the orphanage, about 30 minutes. There are huts on the side of the road covered in tarps where women sell things like fresh fruit (pineapple, watermelon, bananas), clothes (all used), and random dusty trinkets on the way there.
When I entered the orphanage, the odor of human waste literally nearly knocked me out. By the end of the day I still wasn’t used to it, but I tried to tell myself it was like being in a barn, and that helped somewhat.
One of the 12 year olds asked me if I was white. “Are you white?” “huh??” “Are you white?” “what?” “are you white?” “sorry??” until finally he wrote it down: WHITE? I said, that’s what I thought you were asking, yes I’m white.
I’m trying to teach Grace english, and learn Kiswahili from her. Innocent and Jane tell me when I speak, its at the level of a 3 year old. Its true. I am very good at saying “I want candy,” “where’s the nose?” and “what is that who?”
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