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We were able to give out about 10 of the skirts to some of the girls at an orphanage in Nambale, Kenya. We passed them out, got their pictures, and then they headed out for a game of soccer.


Again, this is the girls in Nambale with their new skirts, in front of the school they attend each day from 8 to 3:30 or 4.


Just give her some time. I am sure in the long run that this little girl will be happy about her new skirt. I'm just glad we had one that was somewhere close to her size.


Me and all the girls in Nembale with their new skirts.


For a majority of the time, we stayed at the orphanage in Webuye. This is the one that we were renovating and also hanging out a lot with the kids. Every day after they got out of school, we would go outside and play games and sing songs with them. One of the favorites was ring around the rosy. I felt like a celebrity every time the kids fought to hold hands with me-the muzungu (white person). Of course, then I had to break up the fight and attempt to explain being nice in English to kids that only spoke Swahili. :)


The one on the left is Angela. When she was found several years ago, her guardians were already making her work. She and her friend Bilha (who is in a later picture) got a huge kick out of my accent. The kids in Kenya who are under 12 or so generally do not speak English. They do not learn it until later grades. However, they know a few words in English such as elephant, hello, and candy. Everything is with a different accent then I had. So, when I said anything, they thought I was saying it wrong, started laughing, and tried to teach me the right way. :)
The one on the right is Anna. She and her little sister, Lucky, both live at this orphanage. Both girls were found inside a burning house when they were younger. Both of their parents had died of AIDS. They were brought to this orphanage, treated for their burns, and given a new home.


This is me and baby Moses who is 6 months old. He was found on the side of the road in a basket when he 2 months old. He now has an amazing new "mom" who is on the right. Her name is Gerry and she does an amazing job with Moses and all the other orphans.


We learned how to do laundry the African way. We were sure not to get too many clothes dirty, because it is a very long process for each piece of clothing. It goes through three separate washes and rinses, is wrung out each time, and then has to be hung out to dry.


This is one of the girls in Uganda. Unfortunately I am not sure if she is an orphan or not. We had an interesting situation when we were there. At this particular orphanage, there are about 20 orphans that they house. There are another 200 or so in the area that they feed, but still have no room to give a place to sleep. We were in Uganda trying to get pictures of the orphans so that we might find sponsors for them. Conditions are not very good for any of the kids in Uganda-orphans or not-so many of the local tribal people were pushing their kids into the lines to get pictures. They thought if their kids had their pictures taken, they would get sponsored. It was impossible to tell who was who. To top it all off, I used their grass hut....bathroom. All in all Uganda was an amazing experience, and this little girl is just a glimpse of the beauty that is there.


Some of the kids at the orphanage and from the neighborhood on the day we did face-painting. I learned that if a group of white people sit in the front yard and paint some kids's faces, the whole neighborhood is absolutely certain to show up. The only orphan in this picture is on the left. His name is Kevin, and he did his signature lips in every single picture I took of him while we were there. :)


This is me and some of the kids on the day we did face painting.


This is me and my new sort of almost adopted child who is absolutely amazing and ridiculously cute with a fabulous smile and a great personality Osiemo. I tried to take him back with me, but he didn't get through security. This is just one of those kids that stuck out to me before I even got there. I saw his picture about six months before leaving, hung it on my wall, was praying for him, and was very blessed to actually meet him. I love this kid, and after only 2 weeks, he's someone I'll never forget.


We had to drink bottled water since the water in Africa is not safe for us to drink. Paul decided to carry it on his head as all of the African people do. He wondered the whole time why he was being laughed at. We found out later on that only African women do it. Never men. :)


Bike taxi! Everyone in Kenya rides the bike taxis. There are more of these than there are cars. As you are driving around Kenya, not only do you have to watch out for the invisible speed bumps, pothole filled roads, but also the millions of bike taxis.


The girls start carrying things on their heads pretty young.


The kids at the orphanage in kimilili were monkeys. There were five kids in this tree at one time. Higher than I would ever dare climb...


This is what the African women cook in. They start a fire in this to cook over. This is done so that if it catches on fire, only it and not the actual house will burn down.


More of the Kimilili monkeys.


All of the kids in Africa loved to have their pictures taken and then see the image on the digital camera.


All the kids in Kenya wear uniforms to school. These are the Kimilili orphans' uniforms.


These ladies cook for the kids in Kimilili. They are making greens. It is made of sauted spinach type leaves, tomatoes, and onions.


One of the cuties in Kimilili


Another one...


Gayle was teaching the kids in Kimilili all kinds of dances. :) Including the disco...


More dancing


This must have been thriller. :)


Looks like Simon Says


The kids in Kimilili again.


Me by a banana tree on the way to the Kimilili orphanage


This is Anna again and one of the African's daughters, Tracy.


They loved the "sweets".


Just hanging out with the kids.


Me and all the kids at the Webuye orphanage.


Some of the kids on the street in town while in Webuye. I am not sure if they are orphans or not, but it is likely.


This is Angela...my little mimicking friend. :)


We played with bubbles on one of the first nights. The kids also colored and we taped them on the wall as you can see in the background. They were entertained for hours!


Osiemo was born to a single mom. His mom died in an accident while traveling. This traumatized Osiemo. In Kenya a traumatized child is seen as a bad omen, so the relatives mistreated and refused to care for Osiemo. The relatives were planning to poison him, but he was rescued and brought to the Webuye orphanage before that could happen.


Angela...


This is Vivian, one of the oldest girls at the orphanage. She was a big blessing, because she did an amazing job taking care of the littler ones. Since she was older and farther along in school, she was able to speak English. Because of this, she was able to translate for us and the younger orphans.


The one on the right is Shadrach. The rest are neighborhood kids.