The hardest part of my trip to Kenya
This post is by and far the hardest post for me to write about my trip to Kenya. I’ve wrestled with how to share it and what to say. I’ve tried to write about it but keep erasing and trying to figure it out …and I still don’t know. But it’s important to understand what is happening and the hope that I saw. If it’s incoherent and difficult understand that it’s because I can’t wrap my mind around the evil I saw. But I’m going to try.
Before I had gone on the trip I was already planning for the; What if I could go back. Well I thought I would bring my kids, 10 and 11, and they would get the chance to spend time with the kids in the school while I worked. I figured it would be a great opportunity for them to gain a first-hand grasp of a culture vastly different from their own. But that was before I took my first boda, taxi, ride home to where we were staying. What I saw in the bars and walking the streets was and is the hardest parts of the trip for me comprehend.
This hardest part of the trip had nothing to do with the classroom, the teachers, or even the massive poverty many of the kids lived it. What was ans is so difficult for me to process was what I saw on the street when we drove through town. It wasn’t uncommon for me to see old white men sitting with girls not much older that my daughter… Just the thought of it fills me with rage and deep sadness. I don’t know how to wrap my mind around it…I can’t. No one should have to. It’s wrong….How would I explain that to my daughter and son?!?
The area where I was working is known as a hub for sexual exploitation. How a place even comes to be known as a place where you can exploit young girls, baffles me. But it is. Men come to this area because they know they can find young girls. The tradition of prostitution, either forced or as a result of the massive poverty, is prevalent there. I would see it every evening as we road home and these men would sit openly in the bars with these young girls.
The only hope that I could grasp onto was that Retouch was making a difference. Many of the children in their schools are either exploited or at the risk of exploitation. The children in the school have been interviewed and identified as those that are in a dire need of change. Retouch understands that by providing these children with an education, a hope for a better future, homework to keep them busy in the evening, a loving environment, teachers and staff that continually loves them cover them in prayers, and the hope that springs from change our risen Savior can bring. Through education the Almighty can make a difference in their lives. That he can bring hope, change lives, and transform their lives, their families, and the community.
It’s a story I’ll share with my kids when they get older. It’s important for them to understand that in this world that there is evil but more importantly there is Hope, Hope that comes from the Almighty and Hope that can transform lives. In the meantime I’m going to continue working with Retouch. You can make a difference too. You can sponsor a child and ensure that they are able to receive the education that they desperately need. You can also make help by provide finances to help build their newest school.
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