a Dirty Foot and the Chronological Alphabets

Nakuru, Kenya. Here with the Bails still. Still thinking of what I could say, what could be expressed and how… knees bigger than thighs, traditions of abuse, sexism,  and pedophiles. Definite corruption. And I think  being one of the most extreme forms of an outsider (with little resources at the moment),  there isn’t too much influence i can have on the subject, besides being a band-aid and teaching those who have been, for better or worst, abandoned by there parents. Though i believe this is better than negligence in the context of personal advocacy and i am happy that I have been able to do that and witness this, but we must be careful with the greater aid we see, the broad aid as revealed in this speech by mwenda……..http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/andrew_mwenda_takes_a_new_look_at_africa.html

The rewards of teaching have helped me keep my head on.So the teaching is going well. (Math, English, a little science and geography, and now an art class during our free time). They love the “art class”, constantly saying me next me next as they are drawn and get drawn. And I finally got everyones names down and with that stories, personalities and everything that goes with that. I can’t help but wonder what will happen in the future but i know i cant have that answer now.

 

I hope everyones keeping there head above water and seeing whats going on around you, and not just what is in arms length.What we do, buy, sell, and say effects everyone…. Sudan, Congo, Gaza, Zimbabwe, Iran, N.Korea, Russia, France. China, Sri Lanka….. 

On a lighter note. I get to see lake Nakuru everyday, I have befriended many a many of people here and we have helped each other, and at night, I befriend bugs. Sometimes I get to go on little hikes up on top of the crater here, its nice and a little different. I get to cook for the Bails and sometimes they cook for me except joe he usually does the dishes, i prefer to cook anyways. Molly made pizza tonight, an experiment, i thought it turned out well, just a little different, but i dont think joe or molly liked it, i think victor and mary are about to try it here in a second.  

 I used molly’s camera for the pictures, theres me with a few of the kids in the class, molly, joe, their son elijah and a maasai. a kid at the dump village, two kids at the dump village, ill spare everyone some of the more graphic things i am sure you can google it or maybe see it on one of those commercials if their still running…

 

“What was happening was only the workin-out of a process that had started years ago. The first step had been a secret, involuntary thought; the second had been the opening of a diary. He had moved from thoughts to words and now from words to actions. The last step was something that would happen in the Ministry of Love. He had accepted it. The end was contained in the beginning. But it was frightening; or more exactly, it was like a foretaste of death.” -Eric Blair AKA George Orwell from 1984,

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