To truly appreciate the Kwa Watoto Centre, you must see it in person. The Centre is 3 – 4 stories high, with several adjacent schools surrounding it. The Centre also has sleeping quarters for boys and girls. It is the school that all schools in the slums of Nairobi want to be….
As we arrived, I walked up to the top of the school, greeting everyone as I went with smiles and hugs. At the top, I made my way into a corner classroom, the library. I found two little children in there, with the librarian. The children stared at me with fascination as I approached. I could tell they spoke no English. I held out my hands for them to grab, and pulled a book off the shelf. Clifford, that lovable big red dog. I must have read it to them a few times, as they sat entranced. When we were done, I thought it would be best to join the others, and walked out onto the railing shown below.
Kevin is attending St. Matthews secondary school here. He introduced me to his friends and teachers, and proudly showed me his room were he sleeps with 3 other boys from the school.
Kevin and I first met last year while working together on Eunice’s school. We continued that working tradition this year as well. We dug trenches, carried stones, shoveled and wheel barrelled cement together.
It’s funny to me how age seems to have little relevance in Kenya. Kevin is a teenager, me a middle aged man, and yet we get along like peas and carrots ( yup, it’s a Gump reference!)
|in the Nakumart with masks and statues aplenty|
|the giraffe he wanted me to get. maybe next year.|
2 Replies to “Kwa Watoto, Kevin, and other great things that start with K”
I pray daily that you try to drag that giraffe onto the flight home next year. I would pay to see the faces of the airline employees as you walk past with that giant thing!
The photo of the hands held together is great.