We drove to a different village today, armed with enough ringworm ointment to be able to hand some out for the really bad cases, and de-worming pills that required only a single dose. 
Coney and Sammy were at a conference in Busia, so we were on our own.  Bobba John, Ben, one of the MFO workers who drove, two others who sprayed houses, Tom and Silas, and two of the boys from the home, Peter and Alex picked me up and we drove out there.  The two boys were charged with washing the feet of everyone.  I didn't see any bad cases of jiggers, so this was a preventative measure. There were also 215 homes that were sprayed.

I have learned to be careful with the babies and toddlers that come, since most have never seen a muzungu, and their first reaction is terror.  Here's this white person coming towards them with gloves on and a tube of something in their hand, wanting to touch their heads.  Each time the babies screamed, everyone laughed.  I'm glad I have no problem with rejection. Well, maybe just a small one.
John explained that these people were of the Pokot tribe.  He described them as hostile.  Apparently they are known for cattle rustling, especially with another often-warring tribe, the Turkana.  I do know that along with the Masaai, the Turkana also dress in their tribal clothing whereas those tribes from the south do not.
But these people are farmers.  Maize fields were everywhere.  Unfortunately, maize provides flour for them, but it doesn't provide enough.  One of the ladies introduced herself to me, thanking us for coming, and then told me how hungry they were.  This seems to be a common response to us now.  We are hoping to eventually take food each time we go into these villages.  And soap.
We arrived at the home of one of the members of the community, who had a big yard, with enough room to accomodate a large crowd.  It started out very slow, which was quite different from our other visits, and people drifted in for about 2 hours.  John wanted to start keeping track of those to whom we administered pills and ointment, but by the time he started writing names down, we had lost the early crowd.  Still, by the end, we had 196 people on the books.

Sadly, because most of the village people have cattle (either theirs or their Turkana neighbors), and allow them to graze on their property, cow paddies are everywhere, and many were fresh and full of flies.  No one seems to worry about stepping in them.  So I am standing by the car, administering ringworm ointment, watching everyone step out of the jigger medicine, and walk right through the manure.  I asked John to explain to everyone that it was a health hazard to step in it, and although everyone said "sowa" which is "okay", it was ignored.  There's obviously just not a connection or a concern.

Yet, all in all, it was again a very good day.  I absolutely love going to these villages.  The people are so thankful and so appreciative.  And the children, such little dolls.  While we are back home, I will definitely miss doing these missions.  But I think it might be a never-ending ministry, with always another village that needs some help.

Kwaheri in Kitale,