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This week I decided to meet up with my family on friday and stay with the children over the weekend to see how they usually spend their days off from school.
Friday
me and my cousin Wanyamu
evening is platening/fotosession/studying time
On Saturdays they have a very tough schedule. First the duties - then the fun.
It goes like this:
- wake up very early (not me..), take breakfast
- tidy the rooms, wash the floors - rooms, hallway, dining etc.
- wash beddings and clothes
...or relaaax and enjoy... 
- take lunch
- go round the village to collect garbage (paid community work)
- help preparing matumbo
- cook chapati
Unfortunately I wasn't there for chapati cooking what made the girls really sad...
Instead I was delivering vegetables to a family, who lives in the village.
James, the caretaker took me there to introduce and as always it had a positive effect.
The family lives in a big and extremely beautiful villa, full of nice furniture and everything what belongs to a millionaire's house.
To my astonishment I even found there a piano, which no one's seriously playing or learning (-> status symbol?).
At this point I shorten my anecdote and just say: I'll likely soon be teaching the 10-year old daughter how to play and simultaneous be able to improve my own playing.
At least I haven't carried my notes in vain all the way from Germany. :)
The family seems to be so friendly, open-hearted and down-to-earth that I'm sure they'll try to make me feel as comfortable as possible.
It makes me so happy!
On our way back I asked James why the're no cats in the children's home.
His answer was: "You know, you just made me remember something... If you want we can get a kitten close to the home."
Shwaaaaa! There's a mama, who had two black kitties to award.
Now the Heritage of Faith and Hope has two cats - twiiiins...
They were named: Imani (Faith) & Amani (Peace)
(Out of some occasion a few people in the home are afraid of black cats... -.-)
Suppertime... Tamuu - Chapooooooo - Love
tired people...
Today I joined the Sunday Service in the children's home...
Quite interesting..
There are two groups:
one is for the babies and small children, where they mainly sing and jump around.
Video upcoming on Youtube soon. :D
The other one is for the older ones/teens/grown-ups.
It started very nicely with a lot of singing and praying. All in all about 10 boys and girls went to the front to perform a song, share experiences or prayers - very impressive!
And theeeen the home's "father" started preaching... About Westgate, members of society, men's behaviour towards their children, the children's studies, drugs, patriotism, wealth, the devil (of course), pregnancy etc...
It felt like seing a brainstorm literally going threw the hall...
One/two/a million hours later people were half asleep again and my head was almost bursting... Enough preaching for the next month.....
it's easy like sunday moorning..
Unless we were all glad it was lazy sunday, children got bored very fastly...
I guess there not used to their free day without real duties^^
Honestly I can hardly remember what I did the whole day...
Ahh but I finally started teaching a few girls how to play the flute to have an "expert group" before I get seriously started. It took me a lot of time and patience, but I can already see/hear their Progress clearly.
That makes it worth it continuing to struggle with the unused character of being a teacher.
The rest of the day we were just strolling around, watching TV, having supper and the usual fotosessions...
Btw, this is the cook (on the right), he's very nice.
Today he cooked fried eggs for me for supper,
because I'm not a fan of Matumbo..
Duckfaces in the houuuuse!
We are ducks - and ducks fly together...
At last I want to mention the way I almost never have a quiet minute when the children are around,
in a positive way.
Also the workers and caretakers seem to have accepted me like a member of family.
Everytime someone's looking for me.... to tell me my food is served; my bathing water is hot; my laundry was taken upstairs or just to tell me how much I was missed or to pass me goodnight greetings...
People start worrying very fastly when they can't find me and even when I leave the home for the day/Weekend I get called and asked if I'm fine and how I'm doing.
These people and children around me care so much for me it almost makes me feel guilty...
In the end I'm the one, who should anticipate their every wish.
And all what I can give them is my bond of love (and sweets ;) )
I hope it'll be enough...
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