It is our last day and be begin it shopping at the local market. The booths are small and narrow and of various structures. Most items are similar between the vendors. Each vendor greets you with, "Welcome, come see my things." It is like being at a carnival where the games are and each barker tries to get your business. I mainly looked for items that could be sold as a silent auction article. All items are locally made and when possible I took the pict...

It is our last day and be begin it shopping at the local market. The booths are small and narrow and of various structures. Most items are similar between the vendors. Each vendor greets you with, "Welcome, come see my things." It is like being at a carnival where the games are and each barker tries to get your business. I mainly looked for items that could be sold as a silent auction article. All items are locally made and when possible I took the pict...

Continuation of March 31stI forgot to mention a couple of things while in Wachara. Life for Children built a small building where the machine works are to grind the maze into flour. Attached on one side of the building are tree branches forming a rectangular shape and this is where they have church. Just down the road before the village entrance is where Life for Children have some land where they will build a church that will also operate as a clinic and a kineg...

Continuation of March 30th.Today was the most difficult emotionally because we went to the Nyalenda Slums. They are not far from Michael's house, about 5-10 minutes. Here we met Margret Juma, 56 years old, and guardian to Beatrice Amondi. Beatrice is the girl I mentioned earlier that was a street girl and Life for Children took her in and now she is one of the best students. Margret Juma had 13 children and 11 died, she has two at home still. She has five grandch...

Tuesday March 30thThe children in the villages are all very shy at first. They don't want to come and shake your hand, after all we are the strange Mzungu, white person. Most of the time it does not take long for them to become more open especially if you take their picture and then show it to them. Then they giggle and become very excited. As we drive down the road and the children see white people in the car they smile and yell out, "Mzungu, how are you?&q...