I like the weekdays here because after work I buy dinner home, read the Bible, then embark on my Suits spree. I’ve been doing one episode a day and it is truly the highlight of my day (I know it sounds sad but I am so entranced by Harvey Spector, Mike Ross & Louis Litt – the three guys in my life right now).

Saturday was spent at a Christian children’s home (www.precioustenderfeet.wordpress.com) just interacting with the kids and talking to the ‘Daddy’ of the house who has 70 children under his care. It is crazy because there are so many of them, and I am amazed at how this couple has taken it upon themselves to ensure that the children are fed, taken care of, and given an education. It isn’t easy dealing with so many children and each one of them has their own story to tell. I wonder what it must feel like as a ‘parent’ of all these children, and what it must feel like as a child living in a house like this with 34 other girls (or boys). It’s something nobody should be subject to.

I am in no position to give judgment, yet I can see it in their eyes that they want to be free. These children have no choice but to end up in a home, because of what their parents did. In essence, they are paying the price for their parents’ actions. This I don’t understand. It is so heart-wrenching to see them live like that, and yet a part of me is so desensitized to the living conditions here. When you’re immersed in a country that has one of the highest gini-coefficients in the world, and when you see poverty punctuating the streets, you realize that there is so much that needs to be done yet nobody is doing anything. Why? People have already accepted things as they are; there is no point playing around with the status quo. Change doesn’t necessarily bring good things. Change is intimidating. So people would rather settle.

I admit. I settle. There is too much to be done. I don’t know. I just feel as if I’m fighting an uphill battle.

I’m ready to go home.