There are many children to be found in Kaburugi. Every time we went for a walk in the area, we began to feel like the pied Piper of Hamlin because within seconds we would have a trail of children following us. Sometimes they would walk for two or three kilometres behind us and we worried that they were straying too far from their homes.

Watching the children playing with bits of rope tied together as a skipping rope, or and old tyre or a lid from the margarine tub would really make you contemplate on the multitudes of toys that the children have access to the in Western World. And amazingly, these children were none the worse for it. They gathered in groups, sometimes a baby strapped to a ten years old’s back or a toddler running to keep up with his longer-legged siblings. These children mainly walked in their bare feet and we were assured that their feet are probably in much better condition than that of those of the children in the Western World, whose feet are crammed into shoes from the moment they begin to walk.