Before Shirati, we (us missionairies and the visiting USA team) were invited to one of the orphanage’s employee’s home. Mwita, the day guard and farm overseer, invited us to his home for supper. Also present at his home were his grandfather, mother and friends and of course his kids.

Supper consisted of rice, beans, some green beef (Pam says it’s cooked with green peppers to account for the green tint, at least no one got sick), and bananas. I’m including some photos of Mwita and family and friends. Quite the exerience, but I do consider Mwita as one of the friends I’ve made here. He doesn’t talk much English, but him and I communicate quite well, especially when it comes to farm stuff. He’s also one of the kindest men you’ll ever meet when it comes to children, but is also one of the strongest indviduals you’ll meet, so not a man to mess with.

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Here we are going to Mwita’s house. We had to abandon the truck and walk maybe 1/4 to 1/2 a mile to the edge of the housing area. It was just a path and we had to jump a couple of small creeks to get there. Here Pam is figuring out how to jump the creek.

Still on the path, but we’ve now picked up half the neighborhood kids.

We’ve now arrived. The hut on the left is storage, the one in the middle is a sitting/living area, the one on the right I think is storage and that third tree in from the right is the men’s choo (restroom). The living/sleeping hut is in line with the storage hut and is the typical round mud hut. Photos showing it are later.

This is Mwita and his family, and yes that is a snowsuit. They don’t like the cold here at all.

Here we are gathered around some coffee tables brought out to hold the food in front of Mwita’s hut.

These are some of Mwita’s friends that came to the supper.

A couple of neighbor kids in snow suits. It had rained and cooled down some, probably to a little under 70 degrees.

Some of the USA team members led some games for the neighborhood kids.

This is Chacha a friend of Mwita, and his two wives. Chacha used to be our night guard at the house. The ladies seemed to get along quite well with each other.

Here is Mwita’s grandfather.

This was a real treat for all of us, real African hospitality. TIA, Mark