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Diary Entries. July 17th - Early morning. I'm exhausted! I've just woken after a terrible nights sleep. My bed is outrageously uncomfortable. It's a stone bed with a golden-brown straw mattress. I expect someone's taken ages to bind the mattress together, but to me it's something that should be on the floor, not a bed! Not only is my bed rubbish, I don't even get to share to with Tony. Double beds don't even exist out here. I froze last night. I had no Tony to snuggle up close too and warm my cold toes on. In-fact, my whole home for the next four months is a total shambles. It's a small, square mud hut with no windows, no electricity, no running water and not even a proper toilet. My nearest water supply is the well in the centre of the village in which we are staying, called 'Vai'. This whole experience is turning out to be a total nightmare. Nothing here is at all what I expected. I thought Kenya would be just like England, with proper roads, brick built, warm houses and supermarkets just a few seconds drive away, but how wrong am I! Evening I take back what I said about this whole experience being a nightmare. As soon as I had slammed my pen down in anger from writing. I heard Tony calling my name. Still in a mood I stomped outside to see that he wanted. ...read more.

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The ground is covered with dust as dry as sand. The sunrises and the sunsets are something I can't get my head around. They're far better than walking along a British beach watching the sun vanish into the sea. Over here it's like it's dropping over the edge of the world, never to be seen again. The noises that the animals make are fantastic. You can listen to them while peacefully lying in bed. The crickets make this most lovely humming sound, almost like a lullaby. The smell of the fresh air when you wake every morning, couldn't be any fresher. The animals and humans are as one. They are in harmony. There is a real sense of tranquillity here that I have never experienced before. There are some things that I'm missing from home and I think Tony is too. Like everyday items which make life easy and the fact that everything is on your doorstep, not a miles walk away. Yet there are some things that I am definitely not missing. For example: the noisy, polluting traffic or the buzzing, light polluted cities. Being out here is like being in a different world altogether and I thank God for giving me the opportunity to come! July 24th Well I guess I could say that today has been the equivalent to our Sunday's back home. We both lied in until 8, which is a long time out here, as everyone rises at 5.30 to carry out chores, before the day begins. ...read more.

Conclusion

I didn't even really know her but she looked so alone and in the slight eye contact we had made I saw the real fear and loneliness inside her. I gripped onto her hand in which she had given me earlier but she pulled her hand away, got up and ran off with a limp into the distance. I watched her vanish before laying my head into my hands and crying out 'Why God, just why?' July 28th I never went to teach the children today. Tony told them I was ill. While he was at the school, I had time on my own to reflect and think about what happened yesterday. I don't really know what to say. I'd never met the child before, yet I really saw the fear and felt it for myself. Just in that short time period. I didn't even know her name. I couldn't sleep last night. I was and still am so worried about her and I knew that I couldn't face any of the children today without breaking down. I'm emotionally drained and so tired. My brain has been wondering and going off in different paths about the truth of the child. 'Is she Mana's? Has Mana beaten her? Why haven't I seen her before? Why should it happen to someone so small and innocent?' All these questions and more keep spinning around my head, like a constant merry-go-round. This whole experience has changed the way I feel about living in this place. It really is like being in a different world, in every possible aspect. Hannah Condon Fiction coursework ...read more.

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