So yesterday was a grat day because i got to go back and volunteer. what was even better was that all the kids that i played with before remembered me and they are so friggen adorable. This time when we went we brought some toys: hula hoops, sidewalk chalk and soccer balls.
Hula Hoops were awesome because some of those girls can keep it going for a really long time, i just can't swivel my hips like that, maybe i am getting old. 
Sidewalk chalk was a huge hit and as we played i even got them to help me study for my Zulu test i have tomorrow by drawing the body and labeling it. i know, multitasking to the extreme.
The soccer balls were really fun because we had a huge game that got pretty intense. Of course, my team won, with absolutely no help from me, but it was really fun and some of those kids are awesome. I just kept wondering how they played barefoot on the rocks, because when i took off my shoes it hurt so bad.
After a while of playing we walked through the township to go visit an Ugogo (grandmother), who was born in 1915, who lived in poverty with a boy in a wheelchair in a mud hut that was falling down on her. They brought us there to show us and help make a plan for a day when we are going to come back and do some sort of habitat for humanity type work. The crazy part is that it is actually just made of mud and some stick frame and she says she is afriad to go in it at night because it might fall down so she sits on the porch.
We went with the older girls from the orphanage and while we were there they did some type of prayer/song service for the grandmother that i have never seen before. It involved singing songs and then personal prayer but everyone speaks out loud at the same time. It was actually very very cool to see and be a part of. Also cultural difference that is very apparant every where you go is the utmost level of respect that kids have for their elders. They speak and act very different around the elderly and even their parents, or people of their parents age.
The hardest part about going there is leaving. It is absolutely awful. The time goes by so fast and when we got in the van to go back to the university yesterday this is how enthusiastic they are about us coming back--> It is just so nice to know that your time and your efforts are appreciated and that even though sometimes it is just playing hopscotch, people really need your individual attention. Every time we leave the last thing we say is when can we come back.
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