// February 7th, 2012 // 5 Comments » // Kenya
I have been writing about searching for a secondary boarding school for someone who is like my little brother in Kenya. If you’ve missed them, you might want to catch up on the previous posts first:
The School Search Begins
The Time I Cried in the Principal’s Office
Gaichanjiru: Could This Be It?

Onesmus, John, and I on another day wearing our Sunday best
We reach the tarmac road, climb off the bike, and cross the street to catch a matatu to Kenol. With ease, and some great 90s music, we reach there at 7am. I encourage John to eat something so we stop at a hotel to take chai, and John has some nduma (arrowroot). We board our next matatu, get off at a motorbike stand down the road and take 3 motorbikes to the high school (Motorbikes here charge per person, so by taking 3, we’re simply spreading the work across a few of them). After a beautiful, and much smoother solo ride, we arrive at the school just before 8am. We are covered in dust, and I hand John some tissue to wipe down his shoes. Even the edges of his white shirt collar are a nice shade of orange from the dust of the red clay roads, but it can’t be helped. (more…)