Currently I am sitting in a concrete room. It has 30’ x 15’ wall beige walls. . Medal chairs line the floor boards, flickering florescent lighting hurting my eyes, and power plugs every 8 feet (only 50% of them work). It is 10:30 at night and the children have just finished their studies. Tomorrow, they awake at 5:30 AM, breakfast at 6:00, walk to school at 6:45 am and attend school till 5:00 pm!
The 6th, 7th, 8th graders are studying for there for exit exams that will allow them to attend high school the following year. . . if they pass.
Today I sat beside Grace as she studied for her exams. If you watched the documentary, she is the one that wrote the poem at the end. (she is doing amazing btw). She asked, “Can you help me with my studies?”
“Of Course”
She slid me this word problem across the table. “Geometry” I said. “Lets see, if you find the square root of that number, times this number, it should equal your answer.” And then I gave myself a mental pat on the back! . . but wait, I just told her to find the square root, how do you find the square root without a calculator. AHHH – !
Luckily, she was testing me. . . she said I was correct, but she did the whole problem by hand, every SINGLE step of an equation. Then she said, okay your turn. She wrote a number down and told me to find the square root. – I got it right! – Then I realized, she was teaching me! I loved it – so humbling.
Later that night our team stayed up talking as the children’s voices clatter off the walls before bedtime. Apparently, all of us had similar stories. All of us got tutored! . . . Except for Nicole, she was the lucky one that got to read a book with someone. ☺
I can easily attribute their level of education to their constant studies. Last year, over their summer break, they were studying 3+ hours a day. Currently, they attend school from 7-5 PM and study again from 8:30 – 10:00 PM. But why? Well, today I had another punch in the gut by a child named Zeacheal.
After high school let out several students invited me over to play sports with them. After about an hour into our games, a student walked out of the principal’s office with head down. Five players immediately ran over to him for comfort. I was only curious to know what happened. At first, I thought he got into trouble. But the look on his face was far different than that.
As they were talking I continued to play volleyball with the others that remained. Soon, I got spiked on and the ball went dashing down the red dirt road and landed by the feet of Zeacheal. As I walked up, he only had 1 friend remaining by his side. The look he gave me was one of both pain and pleasure. Pleasure to see a “mazungo” (white person) – and the pain of something that arose from a meeting with the high school management.
I stopped for a moment and remembered that I had an old Magic Trick that my dad bought me when I was a sophomore in high school. Its called Scotch and Soda. (google it). In brief, I asked him to hold out his hand, gave him a $0.50 piece, a copper penny, and made the penny disappear and turn into a Kenyan Schilling.
And POOF! – YES! – I got a smile out of him.
Now the other volleyball players yell at me for forgetting to toss the ball back at them.
Zeacheal and I decided to walk together back towards the Tumaini Orphanage. As we walked, kicking the rocks through the red dirt, he opened up about his story.
“My house is right down there, would you like to come see it?” he said.
“Unfortunately we can’t, we are meeting with the elders tonight, but maybe tomorrow?”.
He smiled.
“Tell me about your family Zeacheal”. . .
The pain came back to his face. . . . he was silent for 50 paces . . . we kept walking and kicking rocks.
“What was the news the principal gave you?” I asked.
“My family is really poor. My mom and my dad are disabled and can not work. It is hard for them to leave the house. I wanted to ask the principal if I could repeat Form 3 (junior year) to improve my grades to hopefully get into a college. But when I met with him he said that he couldn’t allow me to do anything unless my parents paid the balance on my schooling.”
“I thought High School was free? It cost you money to go to school?” I asked.
“Yes, we’ve paid 2,400 Kenyan Schillings, but we owe around 1,700 more. To get the money, every Saturday I sneak into my neighbors garden and pick the vegetables and sell it on the streets in Nyeri Town to pay for school.” He looked at me really quick. “Don’t tell anyone”.
“Ha don’t you worry – I won’t, your secret is safe with me! Zeacheal how are your grades right now?”
“They are C’s. I know I can do better. But at night I have to care for my family. I can’t study because we have no power at night. That is why I asked to repeat Form 3. If I repeat it one more year, I think I will do even better”
We soon parted ways and Zeacheal and I have set a date to tour his home and meet his family. But right now I am sitting in a solid brick room – knowing that a child is being threatened to be kicked out of school unless he can pay 1,700 schillings! . . . $19.97
Matt Digesti and I both heard part of his story and we will be going together to meet him and his family. Without hesitation Matt said, “Ha – I think we can get him 1700 shillings to get an education”. We are excited to present him with this gift. We have also set aside other items to bring him and his family for our visit.
Currently, outside of these concrete walls are hundreds of kids in his same scenario. Yes, I realize I do not have the capability to cure the worlds education problem, but I do feel blessed that Matt , the team, and our supporters back home are making a difference in the ones that we can.
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