Recently when the secondary boys were here for mid-term one of them said he arrived home but didn’t see me until the next day. Normally I would be hounding them from the time they stepped in the door for their shopping list (needs for returning to school) or discussing other various items on the “to do” list with them. But a portion of what I was doing is now being handled by Peter and Fridah (our social workers). They organize the shopping lists for the kids, figure out what will be replaced or what the kids can continue using, what books are needed, when school will be released and much more. Making my involvement less, well involved. By passing the baton onto the Kenyan staff my role is changing and it reminded me of a recent blog post I read:
I don’t want a little girl in Ghana, or Sri Lanka, or Indonesia to think of me when she wakes up each morning. I don’t want her to thank me for her education or medical care or new clothes. Even if I am providing the funds to get the ball rolling, I want her to think about her teacher, community leader, or mother. I want her to have a hero who she can relate to – who looks like her, is part of her culture, speaks her language, and who she might bump into on the way to school one morning. (Pippa Biddle blog)
Here at C4KK we are blessed to have a Kenyan staff who knows the culture of these children because it’s the same culture they too were raised in and that in turn gives them a unique understanding into the kids’ lives. They also employ different ways of handling issues, even ways in which the kids best receive encouragement.
We are thankful for each staff member who puts the needs of the children first, looking out for their best interest all for the glory of God!