No secret here: I am totally enamored of kids, particularly when they're entertaining themselves or trying to attract attention. Kids in Kenya and Madagascar are equally enamored of me, sorta.
When Robert and I walk around a rural village or city slum we usually have a small parade of little people leading the way. In Kenya, this small parade is often singing a song about white people and poop- no joke, I have it on video and I'll post it here as soon as I can figure out how.
Kids are also pretty adamant about getting photographed. If you're trying to take a picture of, say, an unsecured water source you sometimes have to wait until a cluster of little people have moved aside and stopped waving.
It all makes perfect sense. Imagine you're a kid in Kenya and one day two tall, sunburned, sweaty white people arrive and they have a bizarre interest in your latrines and sewage and fields for open defecation...it's funny!
Here are some kids we ran into recently.
This is a sassy client at a water tap:
and a little kid on a big bike. He's trying to fit under the metal bar on men's bikes:
little kid fell off the bike near the puddle, but hopped back on:
this little guy made his own train and was saying, "choooo-choooo":
Those are just a couple of Kenya's adorable kids.