Not much fun

I've been in Mombasa for almost four weeks now, and I really enjoy staying here. I feel that I'm doing something meaningfull- not that I didn't feel that in Nairobi, but I really feel that I'm in the right place now. And thats good, because now God can use me like He wants, but a thing that is not so fun is going to work.


On my way to work I see something that really breakes my heart. Kids, orphans, sniffing glue, sleeping on the sideroads, tierd eyes and dirty clothes.
This kids is not more than 8 yrs, and there are propartly younger as well.
Today I saw 4 or 5 boys sitting in a circle on the sideroad with their bottles of glue, and their eyes almost closed, but still palying cards. From what I saw, they where playing poker, and propartly with mony as well.

And the worst part is that I don't do anything about it. I'm to scared. I'm scared to interact with this kids, even though all I want is to take them in my arms and help them. That's maybe a naive and typical thought for us richt white people to have, but that do not make it more unreel, and I can't help it.


It's not fun, and I dont know what I can do. I want to help, but it's hard even when it's right there infront of me. I'm so glad that some of the students at Hald are working with kids like this in other countries, but I wished someone could help the kids of Kenya.

The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of my brothers of mine, you did for me.' Matthew 25.40