My cousins have made my time in Msambweni complete. There are between 4 and 15 kids living in the mud house next door to us, some related by blood and some by the ties that bind. The number at the time depends on whether school is in session and who’s sick and whose parents are having a hard time and who misses grandma. When you add all these kiddos to my host brothers and sisters, you have one heck of a soccer game, hair-braiding session, swimming crew, or dance party! One of the cutest things about this group of kids is that they call me “Auntie Molly”… my heart melts each and every time. Even the little 3-year-olds Abdulley and Alex who speak no English will clamor on in Swahili and then insert “Auntie Molly!” in the middle of their sentences.
I can’t fully describe the love in my heart for these children in words, so just know that they mean the world to me and make my sun rise each day.
Anifa showing her Auntie Molly some love
The gang
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