Then Dandora slapped me across my face, and I once again re-evaluated everything.
As we started to drive into the industrial slum area, the initial fear inside our van was palpable. The contrast of the factories behind large concrete walls intermingled with people rummaging through the endless piles of trash will be forever burned into memory.
I pull out my camera, but our driver immediately tells me to hide it from sight. In an area like this, anything of value is seen as a way to get money for food, for survival.
I hid it under a shirt, but try to capture images, as I want the world to see the people that are forgotten by society at large.
We get to an area of Dandora called Rubenkwanjega. It is from here that we must exit the van and walk to the school we need to visit. I can’t imagine there can even be a school amidst what I am seeing. We lock the van, take a deep breath, and walk the dirt path to our destination, praying for safety.
A few months ago, the water caught on fire from the toxins. The whole area burned, several people burned alive. The government did nothing.
The children are so grateful for our visit. The power that comes from showing that you care for people you don’t know is indeed a powerful emotion…
and a testament of the work Build.Create.Kenya will do.
**Some pictures on this post are the property of BCK.