Schools closed, and our Saturday turned noisy — the good kind. More children showed up for the feeding programme, holidays pushing families to stretch what little is at home a little farther.
When classes stop, the safety net thins. A meal on Saturday becomes more than nutrition; it becomes rhythm — something a child can count on while adults hunt for the next KSh.
Long holidays are not “free time” for every household. They can mean more mouths at home all day, more snacks requested, more pressure on caregivers who are already juggling debts.
We saw the numbers rise and took it seriously — extra names mean extra planning, not panic disguised as optimism.
If you are a parent, you know the holiday rhythm: more requests, more creativity, more stretching. If you are a neighbour, you might notice the same child visiting the window twice — not rude, just hungry.
We increased portions where we could, watched the queue with honest eyes, and planned the next shop run like a small battle — because feeding more people without cutting quality is the promise we refuse to break lightly.
School holidays will end; the need will not vanish overnight. Still, today mattered — bellies full, voices loud, a Saturday that felt like a small anchor in a long break.
We also serve youth and elderly neighbours when resources allow, because hunger does not respect age brackets. If you watched the line grow and wondered how to help — sponsor a week of meals, share this post, or come stir a sufuria with us.
