So, upon arrival back to this remote area on Wednesday 17th August, I felt as though I was returning to a community where I had a real attachment.
Roz and I were warmly welcomed by the two Margarets, who very kindly prepared our delicious food, and Sila (Margaret's brother-in-law) with his vivid yellow tracksuit top and infectious smile. We quickly settled into our room, rigged up our mosquito nets and freshened up after the journey. Margaret, our host, entreated us to take tea with her and her protege, Quinter, before reacquainting ourselves with the inhabitants and the area. I have to confess, however, that I had to be reminded two or three times to come in and drink my tea as my attention was being vied for by a sea of smiling faces from the children of Kirindo congregating outside Margaret's front door.
From around 5pm on Wednesday to 12pm on Friday, Roz and I, more frequently than not, were tailed by a trail of children all eager to play. Although this was not our first visit to Kirindo, there was still a lot of intrigue about our skin and hair and many children insisted on stroking my hair at any chance they got. Thankfully the ants didn't have the same idea this time!
When it was time to leave on Friday morning I almost felt as if I wanted to stay. The car was encompassed by a cluster of children, who wanted to see us off, all shouting "Oreetee!". Three children even ran all the way to the next area of the village, where we went to issue free sanitary towels to classes seven and eight at the local primary school.
Although I have many, many photographs as each child repeatedly urged me to take their picture, I feel that I do not need these to remind me of the children of Kirindo. Forever more will I remember them for their animated faces, endless amounts of energy, care and compassion for one another, ability to share (even when toys are so scarce) and joy of life.
Jennie Warriner
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