As the last child in my family

I got closer to my dad

and closer we became

by heart, by soul, by mind.

Did everything together

just like twin cores

Travelled together

as far as we dared.

But,

there is a trip

embalmed in my heart,

never to be forgotten.

It transformed my life

and,

with time, so many other people’s lives.

It was in Africa,

such a beautiful continent

hidden from the eyes

of people with vile hearts.

This place was Kenya,

it needed so much help.

Schools were not enough

especially for the endangered

girl child.

There was a thirst for education,

that needed to be quenched.

Was I the answer?

I went back home feeling new,

I had fallen in love,

deeply in love with this beautiful

yet undiscovered place.

With the new realization

of a new place that needed me,

needed love, needed education,

I promised myself that I would go back.

And that, I did.

I came back on a new day

that had a new strength and new strengths.

Through the help of my family,

especially my wife,

a home full of love, full of joy,

better than the sweetest of wine,

full of delightful faces, Daraja came to be.

No longer a dream,

but a living reality,

a magical world

but not in a fairytale.

It is because of Daraja

creativity only heard of

can now be felt, seen…

Because of this Great Dream

of our Dad and mum

Jason and Jenny