We began this morning at the Prayer Day for the Class Eight of Kitale Forest Primary School.
At the end of each year, the students sit for year-end exams. At the end of class 8, they sit for the KCPE...these marks will decide were these students attend Secondary School, and that Secondary School placement will dictate the rest of their future.
The Prayer Day was explained as a day to "place the class eights in to the hands of the Lord". A dedication-of-sorts.



Justus, Martin and Evans

After the Prayer Day, we stopped in town to order 14 orders of chicken and chips {chips cuckoo} for our dinner party tonight...with the 7 boys that live at the Oasis Centre.
We came out to meet the taxi, which had yet to arrive...
so we sat with Cleophas {our night guard} for a while.
so we sat with Cleophas {our night guard} for a while.


We were picked up by Dan, our taxi driver, who already had Geoffrey and many, many orders of chips cuckoo...
When we arrived at Oasis, we found half of the boys asleep--sick with malaria--but they woke-up to have dinner with us.
P.I.G. {which stands for Peter Is Great}, Emmanuel, Etau and Ero

The boys were very sweetly grateful...P.I.G. said it was his very first time to eat chips.

When we left, the boys said, thank you about 50 times. P.I.G also told me that he is "funny every day"...seriously, he's telling the truth.
We walked out with Michael who wanted to take one more picture with Bre before we left. He held up his brand new mattress and smiled his big Michael-smile.

If I lived here, I think I would make these dinners a weekly routine. I would truly love to be a larger part of the lives of these boys...these soon-to-be men. To laugh and live with them in moments outside of the daily centre.
I can't imagine not remembering this day...every day.
Not thinking about these boys {both house and centre}...every day.
Or, at the very least, every time I eat french fries.
Not thinking about these boys {both house and centre}...every day.
Or, at the very least, every time I eat french fries.
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