
Joyful learners

...An appreciating teacher

...And young achievers
“Do your little bit of good where you are; it's those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world.” Desmond Tutu
"How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world." - Anne Frank
After the long April holiday vacation, the Red Rose School opened its gates for this term’s academics. Everyone felt rejuvenated and ready to tackle this term’s educational demands for they had time to relax their bodies and minds for a period of three weeks. The Red Rose upper primary section was abuzz with the students sharing their vacation experiences, each eager to tell his/her story to fellow students. The teachers having completed to scheme for this term’s work are confident that it is going to be a fruitful term.
Oh, did I forget to mention! This week Anna Nadgrodkiewicz-Kens friend from their days at Georgetown University was at our organisation and spent some time with the students. She brought them candy from Poland and in turn she had the chance to learn how to count from 1-10 in Swahili! Share stories too!!
Let the term begin!
With arms wide open
Under the sunlight
Welcome to this place
I’ll show you everything
With arms wide open
Now everything has changed
I’ll show you love
I’ll show you everything
Pulling away from the Children Of Kibera, after a celebratory presentation by the school to our family, waving good-bye to our friends. Our driver, George, puts on one of the CD’s that Larry burned for him. Creed’s “With Arms Wide Open.” We all sit quietly listening, reflecting over the past 4 weeks here. Sobbing on the inside, but only letting a few tears sneak to the surface, I feel such gratefulness for this experience, for all we have been able to do, for all we have learned. One last look at this neighborhood that at first was so foreign, but now so familiar, with my arms wide open.
I will miss our drives to school and enlightening George to our music.
I will miss the bustle of the streets of Kibera during the morning rush.
I will miss the staff who greet us with smiles.
I will miss Jeff’s hospitality and generosity, welcoming us always.
I will miss the walk from the office to the school with all our “ha wa you” choruses to greet us.
I will miss that moment when I cried with Saidi’s Mom and Kelvin’s Mom over their sons who now feel like mine.
I will miss Saidi’s and Iris’s shyness that reminds me so much of Alexa and Dillon when they are around adults.
I will miss watching Alexa and Dillon’s passion for teaching and playing with the young children, especially the nursery, especially Katrina.
I will miss 10:30 recess when we can’t wait for the children to come out on break and play with us.
I will miss their excitement to see us and the joy we give them when we just hold their hand.
I will miss them lining up to play dahble dahble dees dees, dahble dahble dat dat (double double this this, double double that that) with me over and over again.
I will miss how easy it is to make these underprivileged children smile and how easily they touched my heart.
I was commonly asked before our journey which place was I most looking forward to. My answer was “believe it or not, Nairobi.” So far, this has been the hardest place to leave.
Post by Kim Weinberg