Fuata Nyayo Slum
On Wednesday (7-7-10), we visited the Fuata Nyayo slum where one of our Kenyan friends grew up. It took us 10 min. to walk through the slum to get to the secondary school that we were speaking and singing to. Those 10 min. felt like a lifetime. The smells, the sounds, and the sights are difficult to describe, but I will attempt. Trash littered the mushy, brown dirt underneath me. Sewage 10 times anything I’ve ever smelled filled my nostrils. Women and men yelled, “Sister, sister, come buy.” A chorus of barefoot children sang, “How...