Day 16: Nairobi, Kenya
We walked through the dusty streets of the slum, the trash dancing to find a home beneath our feet. There was a lonely ache that faded into the washed out colors of corrugated metal doors and faded signs. But in the distance, hope could be heard.
The laughter of children.
Some students walk more than two hours to get to the Candlelight School, a sanctuary from the harsh life on the fringes. It’s there they find belonging, it’s there they learn, it’s there they dream.
And their hope becomes mine.