We woke up today to the sound of rain falling on the metal rooftop of the Amani Community Home. Still jet-lagged and somewhat exhausted from our extensive travels, the zombie-like group woke up slowly to cups of chai, toast, and sandwiches. We then spent an hour or so going over some Kiswahili phrases and words....
Life sprang onto the concrete jungle. Vibrant colors entangled the concrete pillars that supported the frantic highway above us. A noble Aztec adorned with gold armor was immortalized on one pillar while Chicano women held the clouds up on another. On every pillar was a cornerstone of Chicano culture, a reference to history, or a...
Today in the afternoon we visited the home of the grandmother of one of the children at KACH, Dennis. Even though we were complete strangers, and it was a primitive home, we were welcomed with friendly smiles. Dennis’ grandmother, Ella, showed us around her farm and told us about the different crops she grows on...
