....thank GOD I don't have to think of this. I take so, so much for granted. Every time I go to Kibera and then return to the Oasis of Graciousness to peel out of my muddy, grubby shoes and jeans and into a hot shower, I am overwhelmed by a sense of profound good fortune. I'm also slightly guilty that I am just one woman living in peace and comfort, with more than enough room, when nearly a million people are crammed into squalid spaces like this one.Especially a pretty little girl in a pretty yellow dress who who probably wonders why so many people walk by with cameras and tape recorders, and yet nothing ever changes. Still, I can't stop believing that while I'm on the Continent, it's worth my time and effort to keep going back to Kibera, when an opportunity arises.
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