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.
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6 thoughts on “Shoot like a Girl | Hope (#31days)”
I love those smiles.
Haha, love your play of words
I love Africa! I love those smiles and a glimpse into your story. Thanks for sharing!
This is so beautiful. I’ve been to Nairobi (to Kibera) just once, in 2009, but I still remember exactly the kind of feeling you are expressing in this writing. Thank you for sharing this hope.
You are living and sharing a meaningful life! Thank you for bringing us in. I can tell that you try to craft each sentence to convey deep beauty and rich hope. Blessings to you and these dear ones.
Haha. I wonder if I visited you over a year ago. When I hit publish on my comment I saw that my old website immediately popped up. That’s never happened before. I’m at a new home now. Maybe we will stay connected this time (if there ever was a first time.) How funny.