Saturday, Sept. 21 is otherwise known as the International Day of Peace. The morning started like any other as we woke up to the morning calls of the numerous birds and the faint light shining through the thin curtains of our banda. It’s 5:45 a.m. and I’m in Kenya, a thought that still seems to amaze and delight me. How blessed I feel to have been given this opportunity to live and work in a country and on a continent that I have been fascinated and drawn to since I ...
Mazungu! Mazungu! HOW ARE YOU?” This familiar greeting by curious children clamoring to get our attention as we stop at a makeshift shop before heading north toward Nanyuki and our home for the next few months makes me smile.