When our car stopped, a swarm of children attacked the doors. They slammed on the windows, crying “BENS! BENS!” I had no idea what they were shouting until our tour guide told us, “They are asking for pens.” I was bewildered at the thought that these children in Kenya had to beg for everyday essentials like writing utensils.
I seldom thought about why it was that I had been to so many places around the world at such a young age. Instead, as a child at least, I simply wondered why others… Continue