Marie, and several of the children, walked around their village with us, holding our hands and asking questions about where we lived. Some asked to touch our hair saying how soft it was, and they wanted to see themselves in the photos we took. Marie told me she had five siblings and that her daddy died last year. Marie is twelve, close in age to my granddaughter Jasmin. Perhaps Marie, like Jasmin, has just finished grade 7 but she will no longer be able to attend school. One cannot compare their lives..........the difference is wider than Victoria Falls. I think about Marie every day, her smiling face is imprinted on my brain and I pray for her future.
Note: We four gals are packing boxes to send to this village by way of Toka Leya camp...........just a little expression of caring and help, but we hope the contents will be useful to the children.