A New Hallelujah

Today the Daraja Children's Choir came to school. They have been coming for the past three years and I love it! The children of the choir are from Kenya! I have always wanted to go there. Every year they perform I have more of a desire to visit! This week also included a model of how a school would be in Kenya. It was very interesting to see how small the schools were and how many kids were expected to fit. A school in Kenya is less than the size of a typical class room. There are maybe a few desks where about 3-5 kids will sit and some may have to sit on the floor. There weren't enough books for the students as well.

I know that I am blessed with so many things but I tend to forget to be grateful. During the presentation they showed kids walking to school. Some kids it would take them an hour or two to get to school. Their only transportation was walking. Or if a child was not able to go to school it would be because they were getting water for the day for their family. As long as I've been in school, I almost feel as if I'm supposed to school. It's something that every person does even though they may not like it. In Kenya education is their way out. Education is where they find hope.

Today I really enjoyed watching the Daraja Children's Choir Sing. And even though they may not have a lot, they still had a smile on their face. They find their inner happiness rather than dwelling on the negative things that are happening around them. The children also had so much energy and I was not bored for one second. Not only were they a group of kids that were singing, you could see each child had a story by their expressions when they were singing. I felt everything that they sang even though they were singing in another language. I learned that even though someone may be from the other side of the world and doesn't speak you're language, there is always something that can bring everyone together.