The cook, let’s call her Mary, was forced to leave school at the age of 9, as her mother could not afford it any more. Her mother’s daily struggles to provide food for the family had taken such a serious toll on her mentally, she became ill and her children were forced to live on the streets for a long time.
A Swiss woman talked her out of the bad life as she called it, and took her in as a housemaid.
Mary found faith and tried to make a good life for herself. She lived in the neighbourhood of the orphanage and recently found a job there.
At the orphanage there are about 30 kids ranging in age from a few months to 12 years old. For children that are over 6 years olds, it is almost impossible to be adopted.
Many children are placed in the orphanage because the families are unable to take care of them, and are therefore not up for adoption.
The orphanage moved at the beginning of the year from one side of Nairobi, to about 25 km outside of the city on the other side. Only two recently aquired staff members moved with the orphanage, so the move had a big impact on the children and my son unfortunately had to go through two big changes in environment in a row. The orphanage is privately operated and runs mostly on local donations. For our next visit mid-April we got a big wish-list for food. Of course, we will bring the fortified versions of the food.
Hard Life and Cultural Differences
The last day we were at the orphanage visiting, the day we were able to take our son home, Mary invited me to her home. She gave me a really nice tour and we shared a great time together.
Sadly, we heard via the adoption organization, this was not appreciated by the woman in charge of the orphanage.
During our last visit Mary was not around anymore, there was a new lady in charge of the kitchen. I’m afraid she was fired, but I did not dare to ask.