In the midst of utter reality there is much here that is surreal. We are face to face with poverty, famine, children in rags and daily beggars at our doorstep and yet we were gifted tonight with fresh milk from Mama Tupa’s cow. Mama Tupa heard me say we were nearly out of milk for our cereal and tonight around dinner time there came the now familiar greeting: “Hodie,” which means “knock-knock, may I come in?” Many of the huts have no doors so they use a verbal greeting. The response is: “Karibu,” which means: “welcome, come in.” Two young girls, Nellie, a secondary school student, and Lydia, a student at the Bishop Stanway Primary School were hand-delivering fresh milk, still warm, from the cow. Imagine for one second the value of that gift from people who have so little. Their stomachs may be empty but ours have been filled. We have much to learn about relationships, sharing and what is really important in our lives. I’m not preaching – I am still in school myself.   Jessie, the world’s best traveling companion and I will turn in with full bellies and full hearts.