The iron roofs are drumming again. Mornings and evenings in Kibera turn cold under low clouds; paths shine with mud, and children still arrive at ETCO with damp hems and bright eyes. We are grateful we could meet — circles on plastic chairs, a ball that skids faster on wet ground, voices rising until they beat the rain.
Playing and learning together still matters when the weather pushes hard. In those hours we are not only passing time; we are practising how to listen, how to take a turn, how to laugh without winning every game. Confidence grows in small moments that repeat until they feel ordinary — a shy child speaking up, two friends settling an argument without a punch.
Rain or shine, we keep showing up for the young people who count on this rhythm. Walk with us — volunteer an afternoon, or help keep the space stocked — so the next wet morning still finds a door open.
