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6:00 am – An hour I generally consider the middle of the night. Not at Lewa. 6:00am is when the children’s home comes to life. Young voices trickle through the dormitory, then the hallway, gradually gaining numbers and force until there’s a full-blown cacophony in the playground, just beyond my window pane.

The early morning also marks the start of a working day at Lewa, where Phyllis’s small staff of social workers tackles large-scale child rearing with the speed and efficiency that would be the envy of most parents. The “older kids”—age five and up—are seasoned veterans by now and don’t need much help getting ready. But the toddlers—and there are dozens of them—are shepherded through an assembly line of morning routines.

The kids are soaped and rinsed by a staffer who sends them onto the next station where they get dried, one after the other, using a single towel that gradually dampens. At station three, the kids are rubbed with body oil and assigned their clothes for the day.

Today I’m on-hand and desperately want to help. So I’m toweling off kids who aren’t quite dry and attending to the final phase of the process: helping them into their pants and t-shirts, pulling chubby limbs through sleeves and cuffs. For some of them, this is just a game. They can actually dress on their own but are happy to take advantage of my ignorance of this fact. I help them pick their outfits, and they soak up the extra attention from a grown up. They also get an extra kiss.

Getting dressed

Getting a bit overwhelmed here

My sudden appearance on the scene has also set off a feeding frenzy of sorts. On most days, Lewa’s 106 kids are competing for the attention of Phyllis, who they call “mom.” Today I have the honor of being the center of attention. I don’t speak their native Kiswahili, but the language barrier melts away as I get a crash course in emergency terms. “Pole pole” means “Slow down.” “Godja!” is “Wait!” while “Cudja” means “Come here.” And of course, “Hapana!” for “No!”

Breakfast

Finally ready for breakfast

By the end of the day, my own t-shirt can be thrown directly into the washing machine. I’m also adapting to the rhythms of the house, ready for bed and fast asleep at 9:00pm.

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