I have been here for over a week.
In that time, I have ridden in a 14-seat van/taxi from Nairobi to Meru. There were three children under the age of 4 in that van. None of them had a seat. They sat on the floor at their mothers’ feet … for five hours. I have walked the streets where there are countless children on the side of the road, following their mothers as they go about their business. I have watched children as they work to herd sheep or gather firewood for their families. I have walked through markets where mothers and children shop for food in street stalls. I have visited schools where hundreds of kids gather to be taught or to play outside.
Out of all of this, today was the first day I heard a child cry. And it wasn’t even a cry. She just whimpered for 2 seconds to get her mother’s attention.
I have never even heard an infant cry, even though I have seen many.
I am amazed.