It is a privilege to be able to share this space with like hearted people.
When I walked into Kipchamgaa Children’s home in 2013, little did I know a few seconds later my heart would be stolen forever.
As soon as I entered the building 30 little people swarmed me like bees to honey, their tiny hands running over my pale skin laughing with curiosity, tussling my straight blonde hair which was completely foreign to them.
Their smiles, their joy, their laughter almost baffled me for children from such dire circumstance, they were happy.
Yes it is true in the quiet hours they may shed their tears and share their fears, but in the fullness of day they were so thrilled to cuddle, dance, sing and play. A far cry from some of the children I knew in Australia.