Kangundo Memories and One for the Record Books...

There are always moments where we wish we could tell you "the rest of the story".  We often don't have time to fill you in on everything that happens, and I'm not sure you'd really want us to.  But here are a few...

Kangundo was beautiful.  They had experienced unusual rain earlier this year, which caused some havoc, but was also a welcome change from the usual drought.

Our Kangundo families are always so welcoming and thankful not only for the efforts we make to help ease their lives, but for what Miriam calls, the Ministry of Presence.  They really cannot fathom why anyone would take the time to come all the way from America to visit with them.

Inge and Ann outside the newly  constructed community center.  This is where our Kangundo families can meet in a safe space to work on their growing sewing business.  Ann and Inge worked with the mamas to create over 100 items to sell back at home: aprons, handbags, pillow covers, table runners, microwave potato bags, and fabric baskets.  They were busy! 

Boniface, pictured below, is the main tailor in the community and is excited to expand their sewing business to making school uniforms to sell in the near future. 

Judy was our photographer and also helped with the special needs "Olympics" our second afternoon, once all the family assessments were completed by Lisa and Violet (the special needs ministry leader in Kenya). 

 Wachira, our main driver and Kizimani ministry partner really bonded with a little boy during the special needs game time.  The boy glommed onto Wachira and wouldn't play with anyone else.  

 Just to give you an idea of how full we pack our van, here is Wachira trying to make it all fit. 

And if you are still reading this, here is the "one for the record books"... 

 Each afternoon when we returned from Kangundo to our guest house we would sit outside on the patio tables which were near the kitchen entrance and have chai and mandazi (our fav Kenyan dougnuts).  We would also pre-order our dinners.  As we were sitting there reviewing the menus, we began to hear some squawking behind us.  We turned just in time to see a hotel worker carrying three chickens by the neck into the kitchen.  We knew what that meant.  Cue much joking about local, fresh chicken. In no time there was no more squawking.  Shortly after THAT we noticed a cat scurrying across the parking lot carrying something in its mouth.  Debate ensued:  It's a mouse! It's a rat! It's a mouse! It's a rat!  NOOOO!  It's a chicken head!!!!!!