Some of the guys my age could speak English, so we got the chance to ask each other questions.  One of them asked me, “In America how do you  slaughter your goats?”  Simple question, but how do you explain to them that we just go to the store and buy it?  So we told them that in our village in America, there is a guy who is really good at it and he does it for everybody. (the butcher)

Over the course of the week I learned that they all have the same hopes and dreams that we do.  Gary, on the top left of the photo, wants to be a pilot.  Phillip on my right, wants to get a driver’s license so one day he can work in the city; he also wants to learn french and german.  On our last night there Phillip asked me if he could have a leftover newspaper that he found.  When I asked him why, he said that he loves reading english and that Meto is so remote that it is really hard to get one.

The only way these guys will achieve there goal is through education and from what we’ve seen that doesn’t come easy in Kenya.  There is only one elementary school in Meto and the nearest high school is hours away (they are in the process of building a high school).  So for kids to go to high school they have to live at a boarding school.  And its even harder to go to college which costs around $1,500.00 per year.  Not expensive by our standards but when the average Kenyan household only makes around $400.00 per year it seems almost impossible.

I’m just glad we know the God of the impossible!

Alan