So my mind is racing a gazillion different directions so I apologize now for being all over the place. I’ll also apologize for all the cliché comments and moments I will share about this volunteer experience, but so be it.
This village and the people in it are truly amazing. I’ve only been here a few days and I’m already attached to the ladies who are hosting us, the village elders and their silent yet infinite wisdom, but most of all the kids who tug on my leg and look up at me with big loving eyes. I’m a total sucker.
I’ve spent the last few days keeping 50 kids from age 2 to 18 busy for 8 hours a day. I have never been more exhausted or enriched in my life. We got it down on day 3, but the first couple days were touch and go. We almost lost control and were heavily outnumbered. Many of you asked what we would be doing and we weren’t quite sure. Well let me tell you. We have painted, played with playdough, made Christmas cards and decorations. Joe taught the boys Joe-ball as its known in O.T., better known as baseball elsewhere, and the boys taught him cricket and soccer. I taught the girls spelling, writing, math, telling time, shapes. (Girls are nice and boys are naughty all over the world…same same). And for the older ones we taught them how to use the computer, helped with resumes, and did income generating and health promoting crafts like paper mache bowls, tippy taps and bobbles for selling to the kuas (whities) when they come in hordes for the world cup. Some of the kids couldn’t say my name so I now answer to kua. I think it’s the equivalent to cracker or limey. Maybe not as derogatory…they are only 2 years old.
There is so much more to tell, but I’m shattered and must sleep. I've only taken 222 pics, so I need to get on the ball.
Missing Granny E's Christmas Eve and hoping to skype with the Hesters' tomorrow. Hugs and Kisses to all the family and friends this Christmas!
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