I said earlier today that the census was taking place. I assumed that we would not be included. I was wrong. Michael and I are a part of the 2009 Kenyan census. Of course, I am the head of the household since everyone assumes that I am to be dealt with.
A very nice young lady came in, sat in our home and asked us a series of questions. They ranged from if we have fridge to how many cattle we owned. It was plesent and fun. As she ended, she wrote on our wall to mark that we had been counted. Thus the picture. As she was writing Michael exclaimed, “It’s just like Passover!.” When she left he continued, “lets erase it so that we can be counted again.”