I was in a bit of fear. I don’t know this man, I am alone, I need to ride in a boat to reach their khampung and the water is so black in all sense of the color wherein it was the drainage of all the waste of the factories around the area.. It was totally a mess what if I fall from the boat what will I do? Yet I go, with 2 trained parents; while I was in the middle of the river I screamed within myself.. Screaming without a voice because of fear that I will fall.
A good visit actually, It was another community of 20 to 25 houses.. and children who are willing to study. I saw some children I asked them “what is your name?”( in there native dialect) they just answered me the name that they are normally called. Then I ask “ how old are you?” every children has the same answer “ I don’t know”. It really crushed my heart..
But the man that brought me there was a blessing.. God uses this man – he was bitter that he had education because of what had happened to him for me to see that there are so many children who need help. It ended with him willingly enrolling his daughter and son into the new literacy center.