Just imagine... at the base of the massive Rift Valley wall three teachers use every means possible to educate the children of their Maasai community. They have no chalkboards, desks, or books. What they do have they use well...dirt. To learn to read and write these children cram into a small mud-walled room and imitate their teacher as she carves letters into the dirt. While their education can only go so far with such few resources they come to school daily to learn their next lesson. 

Within seconds of arriving we found ourselves surrounded by laughing children who wanted to touch the white people. Can you imagine? All we could see were hands and smiles. All we could hear were peals of laughter.

  We only spent an hour at the school, but during that time we played soccer with a ball made from trash-bags, chased the children around in an endless game of tag, and sang songs until the dust filled the air in their one roomed church. 

Even though this school is only 2 kilometers from the main road, daily tourist, like us, go about their time in Kenya without ever seeing the need that is so close. The only reason we found the school is that we stumbled across it as we searched for land to purchase down a long dirt road. 

Once again God is showing us the dramatic need that there is to change the lives of these children by giving them a Christian education.