But her biggest accomplishment has been to rescue a small boy named Kamau from the street of Nairobi (Kawangware) and bring him back to the Keumbu Rehema Childrens Home.
The questions they asked ranged from “Can you see God with the telescope?” to “Where are the houses on the moon?” Now, every night the kids beg to use the telescope.
Last night, I decided I wanted to experience the life of s street child; even if only for a night. I decided I wanted to sleep in the street with the kids.
Her mother had her out of wedlock, and one day when she was very young, went to a corn field, left Debora in the middle of the field, and then ran. Nobody has seen her since.
All I can say was it was not rice. It was someone's old, used-to-be rice which had been mixed with garbage and infested by small bugs. At least the bugs provided protein, I guess
Arrive is ready to prove to Kenya and the world that all 42 tribes can live peacefully without the conflict that forces many of these orphans to the streets.
Of course, it was hearbreaking to tell the remaning street children they could not come, and they desperately tried to sneak into the matatu (African taxi) as we left for home.
The very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
I am estatic to announce that after months of work from the Arrive team, Arrive has obtained 501(c)3 status from the IRS of the United States of America.
On that Saturday night, people from all different backgrounds came together to eat delicious food, sing karaoke, and most importantly, support ARRIVE in Kenya.
I was immediately offered a piece of meat – a cooked goat leg, hoof and all. When they cooked it, they did not remove the skin. I looked around and saw the other men enjoying their food, so I dug in as well.