A few days ago, I was walking through the township between appointments, collecting unknown children along the way, who hung on my arms, bag, pockets etc and bravely trudged up hills with me.
At the top of a particularly brutal hill, I came across some kids I actually knew. I stopped to chat and ask them to tell the other kids that they had to stop walking with me now as I was going a long way. Katleho, a kid from church, promptly told me that he thought I would turn into a black person soon. I asked him what he meant, and he said 'because you just love black people'. Around here, that's a serious complement, and one that I will treasure. Things like that are what keep me going on the tough days when I feel so far from home and out of my depth.
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