I was a bit apprehensive at the thought of visiting the boy’s orphanage in Mkwiro. The word orphanage always springs ideas of sadness, loneliness and a sense of no belonging to my mind. Embracing the traditional Muslim dress code in Mkwiro, full body coverage, we prepared to leave. We packed readings books for the children, the Uno card game and thread to make bracelets as the children are currently trying to start a little business of making and selling bracelets to earn money for themselves. Although I still felt uneasy at the prospect of visiting an orphanage I was told that some of the boys do have one parent but possibly because of issues at home they could no longer live there.
|The boys demonstrate their extreme flexibility|
|Stacey with one of the residents at the orphanage|
There was no time for bracelet making but I’m sure there will be next week! After one hour in the orphanage I have learnt how lucky I am, listening to their stories and hopes for their futures, but more importantly I know that although the orphanage in Mkwiro is very basic, it isn’t an unhappy place to live.
Stacey Hubbard – Community Volunteer