{"id":3525,"date":"2012-07-06T12:01:00","date_gmt":"2012-07-06T12:01:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2012\/07\/06\/beyond-the-slums"},"modified":"2021-09-22T03:49:24","modified_gmt":"2021-09-22T10:49:24","slug":"beyond-the-slums","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=3525","title":{"rendered":"beyond the slums"},"content":{"rendered":"
We pulled the van off the street and into the trash filled embankment on the side of the road. The putrid smell filled my senses and I gagged.\n

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“The school is just down here a little bit, not far…”<\/i><\/p>\n

The dirt path was littered with garbage, a surreal scene as new homes were being constructed just to our left. A striking dichotomy of the new emerging Kenya and the dire situation in the slums that remain.<\/p>\n

The sound was faint at first, akin to a loud radio being played far off in the distance. As we kept walking though, you could tell it was no radio.<\/p>\n

It was the sound of children singing. As we turned a corner and followed the path down a ravine, the piles of garbage somewhat cleared and tin shacks emerged, smiling people everywhere.<\/p>\n

This school never has visitors. Most people living in the slums don’t even know of it’s existence. A people forgotten.<\/p>\n

So, when Build.Create.Kenya<\/a> came to visit, they were ready to welcome us.
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The smiles on the faces brought me to tears. Hope in a sea of hopelessness. “This is what we are all about”<\/i> I thought to myself.<\/i>
The sun was setting as we were walking back to the van, children surrounding us as we went, not wanting to leave our side.<\/p>\n

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A perfect affirmation that what we are trying to do is right, at least right for us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
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Meet Build.Create.Kenya ( j.D, Dori, Pauline,me)<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n\n\n
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