Saying goodbye to the kids at Upendo was hard. I said “goodbye” in a manner that was like all the other times I visited the orphanage. Deep down, I was searching for a way to explain that this particular “goodbye” was different.
I never found it.
I recall that a genuine feeling of sadness washed over me as I walked away from the compound.
Here is a list of the specific things that I will miss:
How Nulu flops during football like a pro from Italy.
Emmanuel and his I’m-the-mac-daddy-and-my-shit-don’t-stink attitude.
Wooden sticks for goal posts.
Sandals outmaneuvering Nikes on the field.
How difficult it is to tell Musa and Musalo apart.
The adorably small Joshua.
Outplaying Ericki.
The British mother and future nurse.
Tossing the kids around.
Mariya.
The most epic game of hide-n-seek ever played in the history of the world.
Holding their hands as we walk around the village with them.
The gauntlet of high fives.
Nulu vs. Emmanuel in football
Being called “Jabing”
Being slapped in the butt and having to chase down the culprits who carried out the crime.
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