Kunguni mingi

Yesterday I was up and walking again. Sleeping for an entire day was not my plan so I was anxious to talk to, and get to know both the children and the adults. During the day the children are at school. Before lunch I helped in the kitchen with rinsing beans from gravel. It took some time and I realized why I got sick. That amount of dust and gravel would upset the most tolerant stomach.

Of course it's a woman's job and I sat with Rachel and Sarah. Sarah has HIV and had to leave her village during the riots (election 08) with her daughter Ruth. It was a very meditative chore. At least for me who couldn't keep up with the conversation since they talked swahili. I guess you have time to analyze a lot of subject while rinsing the beans every day.

The first day we arrived both the children and I observed each other after saying hello. It was a lot of new impressions to take in and a lot of new faces to remember. The children are approximately a hundred, some more outgoing than others. Last night after dinner, a couple of children approached us. Obviously they also needed a couple of days to adjust to the "newcomers". They taught me Kiswahili and I taught them Swedish. They had a million question. The questions about Sweden were the hardest to take in. Questions like:
-Do you have famine (svalt) in Sweden?
-Do you have street kids in Sweden?
-Do you have violence and war during election time in Sweden?

More easy questions were the ones like:
-Why does your skin become red when something bites you and not ours?
-Why is your hair so long?
-Why is your hand so soft? Don't you work? Don't you wash your clothes in Sweden?

Caroline, Sofia and I talks a lot with each other and express our inner thoughts. I'm glad that I can talk to them in Swedish. Otherwise the impressions and thoughts would be too much to keep inside me.

Ciao for now <3



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