Ensconced in the warm and cozy homes we take for granted in our North American lifestyle, it is easy to forget that neither safety nor comfort are a given for a vast majority of the world’s citizens.
Nowhere has the line between the haves and have-nots been so clearly drawn for me as it was on a trip to Kenya several years ago. Our safari tour found us lodged each night in beautiful surroundings, with turquoise pools to splash in, and so sumptuous a dinner buffet laid out that we could scarcely make a dent in it.
On route to the next lodge in the mornings, we watched schoolchildren and adults emerge from their small houses, impeccably dressed for the day in uniforms and bright shirts. A steady stream of people made their way along each side of the road, often walking long distances to work or class.
Their daily struggle to get by requires ingenuity and tenacity.
Outside the city, youngsters carried home jars of kerosene for use in the family cooking pots. Adults set up their sewing machines and shops outdoors…others led donkeys to aid in bringing home precious water...
and at every corner, groups of men gathered together...clear indication of a fractured economy that does not guarantee a job for everyone.
.I came home with renewed appreciation for what I have, and a desire to share some of that goodness with those who must make do with so little.
I will return to Africa, this I know, but not to take...next time it will be my turn to give.
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