We returned to the village today, the first one that we visited last Saturday.  We brought sprayers, chigger poison, ringworm salve, and basins for washing again.
We were mainly there to spray the floor of the houses, but also to look at the spring where they get their water.  Last week they had asked for help in making it safe for everyone.  How is works now is that the water comes out the side of hill, next to the streambed, and it mixes with the dirt.  People using containers, fill them with the not-so-clean water to take home.  At one time, it probably worked better, but with time and disrepair, it now is a health hazard.  Thankfully, it won't be difficult to fix the spring, adding a tank with pipes and allowing people to get water from those.  But, it is almost a mile from the village, which is a tad risky when you see little girls around 5 years old carrying water home.  But then again, children around 7, babysitting a brother or sister of 2, herd cattle or sheep by the side of busy roads.  It's amazing.

First thing, Bobba John worked on the feet of the man that Lori worked on the week before.  He had to bathe his feet once more in the solution, and with a razor blade, opened up the scabs to squish out the chiggers.  We left him soaking his feet while we found his house.  It was in horrible shape.  The guys went in to spray, but had to remove his household goods first.  This consisted of a few pans and basins, a bedframe, a blanket, and a pile of woven mats.  We had to burn the bedding and the mats because of the chigger eggs all over them.  We replaced them with a new  mattress, a blanket, some soap and left some money for the health care worker to buy him a different set of clothes.

We started spraying more houses.  We followed footpaths through maize fields that were several feet taller than me.  Hut after hut came into view, with a house, an animal enclosure, and possibly a cooking shed outside.  Because of the rain, the yards are quite muddy with lots of evidence of cattle walking through.  Living conditions are very harsh here.  I doubt that I could make it even one night.  If the bugs didn't get me, the latrine or outhouse would.
The huts are made of mud over sticks, dirt floors, with a thatched roof.  One of the women asked me to look inside, and she was so very proud of her home.  She had one chair, I didn't see a bed, so they probably slept on the floor, and she had one window.  Some pots were to the side of the door.  But her face was beaming with an enormous smile, and all she wanted was for me to take her picture and then show it to her.

The guys ended up spraying 240 homes.  And we gave out lots of tubes of ringworm salve.  They asked us if next time we could bring de-worming pills.  And we will bring lots of washing soap.
Right as we finished up, with Bobba John still working on the first man's feet AND HANDS, popping out the chiggers, the village women started singing and dancing.  They said they had no words to thank us.  And they pleaded with us to not forget them, but return frequently with the medicines.  
We will go back.  How could we not?

It was a wonderful day.  The kids I gave lollipops to, said so.   

Kwaheri from a village near Kipsaina,