I am really sad to be leaving Kichangani and the friendly people who have made me so welcome. Also it's a bit of a wrench to leave the project when there's still more that can be done.
My home was on the edge of the village, about a 10 minute walk to the centre where there was electricity to charge torches and phones. Pretty much everyone was calling me, "Deb-oR-ah", by the time I left, particularly the women and the children. Walking in took longer as I stopped to chat, bump knuckles or shake hands. If I wasn't called by my name it was Mamma, Sister, Teacher, Mister and even Grandmother on one inauspicious day!
The walk into town
Checking on the older children's homework progress
My daily chaperones
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