We travelled to Kenya to try to help the village of Kinyngu, building a well for them.
Elizabeth Kiloko had written to us asking for our support, as her village has no running water.
We were met at the post office in the town of Kangundo by Daniel, Gregory (both brothers of Elizabeth) and Father John Muli, who escorted us on their pick up truck through untarred roads to the beautiful area of Kivaani.
This area is a couple of hours drive east of Nairobi, quite hilly and relatively fertile.
When we arrived at the village of Kinyungu, we were greated by the families: men, women and children were very welcoming.
We spent a lot of the time with the children of the household.
We took balloons and sweets with us, which we shared with everybody and they were they helped us make our first contact, especially with the children.
We shared time with the women, helping them to peel pees. Every activity proved to be very enjoyable. Here Nica and Clara, our nephew and niece, who accompanied us in this unforgettable trip, are having a good time with two of the women of the family who hosted us.
Every minute we spent at Kinyungu was precious. We constantly felt their warmth. We were the first white people to visit them and it certainly was an event.
A group of women of the village danced and sang for us. They even invited us (Clara and me, María) to take part in their attractive dance, which we willingly did, althuogh I must admit that, even though we diligently tried to imitate them, we were far from acquiring their rhythmic movements. Everybody had a good laugh at the end.
They were incredibly hospitable to us and offered us their best dishes, cooked with all their love and care.
The people of Kinyungu belong to the Kamba tribe.
The kitchen is rather rudimentary, but the food tasted delicious. Most women are weavers and they make stunningly beautiful baskets.
They took us to the stream from where they collect the water.
The women have to walk every day to fetch the water from very unhealthy ponds (as in the dry season the streams stop moving). Animals, mainly goats and cattle, share the same ponds, so it is a constant problem for their health. This is the pond from where the villagers of Kinyungu get their water.
This is the place where the well will be excavated. The digging has already started, so hopefully, the village will have a well soon.
They offered us their most precious delicacies. The family killed a goat in our honour and we are very grateful for their generosity.
A plastic jar was the faucet they opened for us before every meal, so that we could wash our hands.
They eat every part of the goat and so did we. On the first day we had Nyama Choma, delicious barbecue goat. In the evening we tasted other chuncks of goat meat, cooked in a pot. Finally, the next morning for breakfast we had what they consider a very special part, the head. This is a photo of that breakfast time.
On our departure, we passed the village of Kivaani and, once again, we seemed to be the attraction of the town.
Before leaving, we went to their church. It was very moving to hear them all sing with their choir.
We spoke to the whole community at the church and we said good bye to everyone afterwards.
We would like to thank everybody who has contributed to our NGO and make projects like this one possible. Every cent that we receive is spent solely on the projects.
We are satisfied, because soon this small village of 500 people will have water. The whole community treated us like royalty. It was a fabulous and rewarding experience that we will always remember.