Muzungu! Muzungu!

We bounced along the road through village after village, each town resembling the next until they became a continuous blur one after another. It seemed as if we saw the same store fronts, the same crops, the same trees and even the same people in each town. We were on a mission to see as many coffee washing stations as the daylight hours would allow possible – an introduction to the country and our jobs. However, we soon learned that the children in each village were also on a quest. As quickly as they caught a glimpse of us, they had their hands out and started running alongside the car shouting “Muzungu mpa agacupa, Muzungu mpa agacupa!” Most of them barefoot, they kept pace with the car on the mud, rutted roads – incredible! The kids wanted our plastic water bottles (agacupa), which of course they knew we had because we were Muzungu (white). We slowed down and gladly passed out what we had. Such a treasure – used to carry water to the farms or make toys out of – they will definately be put to good use.