Last Few Days in Photos
Apologies that the photo updates were somewhat scarce over the past few weeks, my camera unfortunately broke so I was unable to capture a lot of the last few weeks at Shalom. Thankfully Ellen has a rockstar camera she allowed me to borrow for the last few days…
The days leading up to Friday were extra busy with work, whether spent purchasing the majority of the items the Tumaini 7 need to live at Tumaini starting on January 3 or wrapping up the work I’d been doing for the past three months. It was actually quite a blessing that I had been so busy for that lessened the amount of time I had to really register the fact that I was leaving for a few months.
Thursday I shared dinner with the children, a delish meal of makande and greens. As I took my plate and sat on the floor in the classroom, about 15 children fought to sit the closest to me. It was such a special time with all of them and periodically I would look around and meet the watchful gazes of the other children throughout the room. Each time I was met with smiles
Shortly after our dinner, we took the music out to the veranda and the dance party began! The unanimous favorite, Beyonce’s “Put a Ring On It” song, was played about four times upon request throughout the hour or so of dancing. It was such a special time!
Dance Party Madness!
Candid shots before breakfast of porridge, just hours before I left.
Group shot…should have zoomed in, sorry!
Walking the Tumaini 7 to extra tutoring help. The walk was a sombre one, as they have the best understanding of my departure and most most upset by it. Just moments after taking this photo, we ran into one of the orphanage staff, Mama Z. Once Eliya, who speaks the most English, alerted her that I’d be leaving within an hour to begin my journey home, Mama Z fell into my arms full of tears telling me “No.” I assured her that I would be back next year and that there was no need to cry. I had been surprisingly strong the past few days, having shed no tears when on the various occasions the children had, though for a few seconds I felt the tears well up in my eyes. The children nervously snickered a bit at the sight of Mama Z’s tears, though once we said our goodbyes, their own tears returned.
Once I arrived at Tumaini, I said a quick “See you next year,” rather than “Good-bye.” The walk back to Shalom, again, was a sombre one.