Monday is my favorite day of the week. My energy is high and we accomplish a lot of work. Today was no exception, so I was blessed with the sight of the beautiful children who came to pick up their food. We have new HOCT friends and they are happy and impatient – I can only hope we live up to everyone’s expectations and that we remain firm in understanding that the act of helping a child should not be anything else that the actual helping of a child, and nothing should be expected in return.

Apart from distributing food, we organized the technical setup for a few phone calls, photos were sent to all the concerned partners, we paid Victory School a visit, and then I sat to prepare tomorrow’s work (after my colleague, Mugoya, finishes the food distribution, I continue to work for another hour or two, depending on how much information needs to be processed – receipts, questions, reporting, tables and bank information).

The best moment of the day is when I wrap up my work and go rest. Very often, I would start a round of prayers on my mala to quickly replace them with thoughts of… “I wonder how is Mpakibi doing!” “Should I book a new dress for Prossy?” “How could we feed more children without sponsor this month?” As my attention is wandering, I feel my heart warm, because to think of a child is to pray.

I keep thinking of all the wonderful people that have chosen HOCT in order to do their part in this world. No one is rich at HOCT. No one is glamorous and, with very few exceptions (such as a certain goal-keeper, a particularly kind European Parliament member and a stunning news anchor) no one is famous. We are all normal people, doing our best to change one little life.

The gallery of today’s work