And I thought Thursday and Friday were great.  Well, today beat them to pieces.

We took ringworm salve, de-worming pills and chigger killer/repellent to 2 villages.  I had no idea how many people were going to show up since it was sort of a word-of-mouth invitation.  But over 300 showed up at the first village, and probably around 150 showed up at the second. 

Everyone gloved up and the first man to have his feet washed in the chigger solution had an incredible amount of damage to his feet.  Almost as bad as Margaret, the woman at the boy's home.  Lori May jumped at the chance to wash his feet with the solution.  It was mixed with her tears, because it was such an agonizing sight.  It is unimaginable to see the destruction of the chiggers. 
Then we worked with several other adults, and then the children, eventually letting anyone who wanted to step into the chigger poison to prevent the damage. 
We had a doctor with us who we continually called over to look at some skin disease or rash.  He was very kind, and very patient.  Some of the conditions I saw would have freaked me out as a mother, but he dealt easily with each one.
We applied the ringworm salve and gave out deworming pills.  The mothers of small children and babies were trying so hard to get their children to us, hoping for some salve to take home, or pills to give to other family members.  At one point, I thought they might start fighting over the supplies.  But Bobba John stood on a table, and spoke to everyone to calm them down. 
We still had to hand out small bags of maize flour, used for ugali.  He made them all stand in a queue so it would be easier for us to see who had or did not have a package.

We then headed for another village, but had given away all the extra tubes of ringworm ointment, not realizing we were going to a second place. 
So we once again filled the basins with the chigger ointment and started washing feet.  Tiny little babies had their feet washed in it.  Mothers, teenagers and school children.  Most were terribly dirty with extremely raggedy clothes.  Later I asked Sammy's wife, Rose, why that village's children seemed in worse shape.  She said that a small bar of soap is 10 shillings, (less than a dime), but if it comes to food or soap, they will buy food.  Next time we go, I am buying a large quantity of soap for them. 
This time, they all gathered some kind of bottle to take home the chigger poison for other family, or to clean their floors.  We filled empty water bottles, brandy bottles, plastic baggies, and assorted containers.  And this was after 30 or so dirty pairs of feet had stood in each basin getting disinfected.

We again handed out maize flour, running out and having to buy more from the small store in the village.  I'm sure that made the store owner's day!  Then Bobba John lined up all the children, Lori and Margaret gave them lollipops and he sang songs with them.  One was a riddle about meat. Nyama is the word for meat.  So he would make them say it over and over and then say, "Is chicken a meat?" They would answer "Nyama".  Then he would ask if cow was a meat, which they answered again with "Nyama".  Then he asked if Mama Lollipop was meat?  They would all respond with "NO".  They were so happy, and so cute.  He is really good with children, he had them laughing and singing.  It was wonderful.  I doubt the village had ever had such a good day.

We were all tired after that, but managed to come back to the house and have a burger and fry cookout for Sammy and his wife, and Bobba John and his wife.  What a fantastic way to end a fantastic day.

The team is leaving Tuesday morning, and it will be difficult to say goodbye.  They have been a blessing to us, and a huge benefit to the boy's home.  Thanks to so many people who donated items that came over.  The boys looked so good in their new clothes.  And the volleyball net and soccer balls were so much fun for everyone! 
Last night, Bobba John said that everything that we had promised the boys had come to pass.  They had not been disappointed nor forgotten. 

And I appreciate all the others who have made donations to Missions for Orphans.  You will never know what you have done, nor how much joy you have brought to the boys, the widows, and the villages.  As I am writing this, I can barely see because of the tears of joy.  I thank you so much.

Bless you all,