15/08/2010
Two long weeks living in a very ambiguous paradox related to the time that passes so quickly slow ... you see, I said it was a paradox.
Let me explain.
We're in the middle of August, and this fear, yes, the same which I have spoken to both, is taking power, little by little, with unquestionable right to be there ... with that I do not know why, that quietly reminds you that everything is not forever, that nothing is forever.
However, although it seems to me almost unbelievable, time passes slowly without my children ... so, could assert that live in the unconscious of a parallel world where the only thing I do is watch the clock pointer serves to point out the second ... tic tac, tic, tac, tic, tac ... tic tac of infinite patience.
miss the twenty-four children who went to visit relatives (siblings, grandmothers, aunts) after the school closed for holidays. This place is not the same without their voices, their laughter, even without their cries and fights ... So, now more than ever I am sure that the walls are nothing when they are idle, pretty simple colors painted walls, huge absences, deep silence, nothing, nothing special ... So I know that is where you are, my home will be my parents, my brother, my family and my friends ... not four walls, not a land, no, nothing like that ... Imagine now that I have my heart broken in two, and I feel my home is in Venezuela, in a small town called Charallave, but I have a home in Kenya, in a village called Stellah ... I know I'm in my home, and I know that I was blessed to come here.
On the other hand, although the Manager at the orphanage gave me no specific explanation by the departure of all children except those who have no one, I guess I had two reasons, first, that the school would close its doors for a long period of time, time that could take the children to resume contact with their families, and the second, very important and was due to the holding of the referendum office that was intended to change the constitution of the Republic of Kenya, which finally succeeded in winning another option, the nurse had said they were afraid to keep all children in the same place and during the elections that might occur outbreaks of violence, as is as had happened during the last election where, incidentally, were living near an ethnic conflict similar to that of Rwanda, and although it reached such magnitude, many people died in that period.
The eight children who have absolutely no one, had to stay and spend their days at the home of the nurse, who is also the place where I'm staying.
During this time I have been brought much closer to Afandi and Aska. The first is a girl with a tough story, but with an ability to solve problems-I think-no girl of eight years in Venezuela has a maturity to assimilate responsibilities, really wonderful and so much love to give that just leaves me speechless. For its part Aska is like a little mother by her two younger siblings, as mature as Afandi, or much more to be greater in age, came to the orphanage without knowing writing was a big girl to be on what we know as preschoolers, but now, with much effort has been able to level even gave me some very good compositions in English, that I'm super proud ... Aska is a small mom, a big girl, adult or child's body ... just loves to play, and complains when I help my clothes to be washed she says I'm like a little boy, very dirty clothes, and then when I go wash, wash also tells me that as children, adding a "do it like this aunty, like this" ... These two girls, as many others, are truly remarkable life story, and I can not, really I can not, describe not fill me with pride.
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