For me, seeing really was believing in Africa.
Although it's not a site I have never seen before. We have often seen disturbing images of the third world countries over the years, but nothing braces you quite like seeing it first hand.
As a father, I struggled. Especially meeting Jepkemoi for the first time. Her mother who I had the day before sent to hospital raises Jepkemoi as a single mother, and is unable to transport herself from her bed to the outside - needing assistance from locals to lift her and place her against a tree for the day.
Its no way to live, but looking into the eyes of Jepkemoi was something I shall never forget. Perhaps due to the circumstances of the fortunate occurance of me ' finding ' and ' saving ' her mother, but my heart sunk. So shy, so scared, so hungry. Sleeping on the floor in a home with holes, and not big enough to swing a cat let alone nurse a mother struck with meningitis, malaria and a 3 year old untreated broken arm.
As for Jepkemoi my heart took over and I personally look after her and her family now. But this is not the solution for the thousands of other children in similar stories. And that pain, is what drives me daily here at a Runners Heal