School bells had barely settled when the pots at ETCO started singing again. After two months at home, many families had stretched githeri and ugali until the math stopped working — no lunch from school, more mouths in the house all day.
This was our second children’s feeding Saturday of the year: at least 350 children, 100 elderly neighbours, and 50 youth handed plates of hot food before the term picked up speed. The queue snaked past the door and into the sun; shoes shuffled, someone carried a baby on a hip, an elder leaned on a stick and still smiled when the plate came full.
We are honest — one meal does not erase structural poverty. It does give a child a full stomach on the way back to class, and elders a morning when sugar does not have to be traded for soap.
Help us stock the next Saturday: M-PESA details are on our notice board, and bulk maize flour from a shop in town saves us the markup at the corner.
