Walking In Kakamega

Meandering through a never-ending maze of pathways in a small village near Kakamega, Kenya, I try to keep up with the others. It's not the blazing sun or the red dust accumulating on my flip-flopped feet that cause me to be slower than the others. It's the endless sights that disturb me: a woman bent over a washtub full of clothes, scrubbing with all her might, two women standing barefoot in an endless field, hoeing and hoeing and hoeing – with babies strapped to their backs, and then there's the small orphan boy who has been "lucky" enough to find work today as a shepherd for three cows…at least he will eat this day. Photos to share, yes. Imprinted on my heart. Forever.