Six women, a ton of bags
Three in the morning, oh the jet lag
Step in the shower, embrace the cold
Never gets hot, despite what was told
American electronics, don’t even try
Even with an adaptor, the hair dryer you’ll fry
Pancakes we ordered, crepes we got
Sausages are wonderful, paw paw is not
Into the van, away we go
Potholes are huge, you better drive slow
Arrive at the school, children come running
Yelling Mzungu, their faces are stunning
Stirring Ugali, so easy says Grace
As we struggle, a smirk on her face
Into the classroom, our 4 teachers stride
Blown away by Kenyan school pride
Respect, loyalty and love, the motto by which they learn
To the new teachers, their attention they turn
Questions are asked, hands are raised
Eagerly seeking the mzungus praise
One plus one equals two says Kevin
Teacher jokes, you’re sure it’s not eleven?
During the break, to the courtyard they rush in
Pushing and shoving to touch our white skin
Eating lunch, they all devour
All the hard work disappears in an hour
Back to class, the children return
Some to nap, some to learn
School day over, the kids are dismissed
As the students leave, their presence we will miss
Back in the van, head into town
Excited for ice cream, ugh! the machine is down
Hop into bed, what an amazing day
So blessed to be here, is what we pray