Sometimes woken up by light knocks on my door at night or early morning, complaints of groaning stomachs, headaches and other minor ailments that we attend to immediately.
Despite the many short coming that the boys face daily...like small fights, quarrels, mosquitoes biting in the night and many others, Saturday is always a day all boys look forward to. A day of rest, peace, enjoying various games and watching movies non-stop.
In the me-lee of the morning chores, us scrubbing, watering, slashing and pruning the boys' compound, one cannot fail to notice the enthusiasm that teenage puberty presses on the boys. They talk about girls, how they want their families to be, a life of satisfaction. Life filled with hope and dreams.
Yesterday, we brought 4 girls, then we had what we call kesha (like a sleep over at church but while in
prayer and songs)...so this morning there are talks, about the new students, as I walked round the boys c
ompound I could not help notice that almost all young men were doing something to their hair. Making the hair sleek by applying chemical to enhance their masculinity and attractiveness. I could only smile remembering of how I was in that age, wanting to get noticed, looking for the right pick up-lines for make a great impression.
After the end of this day...there will be stories of how the day progressed, the triumphs from the pros, the disappointments from oth
ers due to unforeseen circumstances of the day.
It gives me great pride in knowing that guidance that the team accords these teens will be life skills, in handling relationships, money, friends and their own spiritual life.
Last night there were whispers as all other nights, boys talking, and since I live with them, I sometimes stretch my ears, putting everything off just to participate in the conversations without being there...I hear their thoughts, dreams, wishes, fears, regrets, adventures and crisis. This assists us in helping them the best we can tomorrow. Tonight will be no different.
As I got to sleep tonight, my house will be buzzing with reports, issues, stories of past life events while in the bases, some talking to each other, others playing games, Nzioka giving out jokes in the kitchen as he supervises them.
The weekend is here...and can't wait for the next!
pictured is three of the newer girls
1 comment:
Great article, Moses. We love and appreciate you. And you know, I trust, that MITS can't do without you!!
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