CHISOMO

Blantyre, MALAWI — Chisomo is the reason we came to Africa.

We first considered making the journey more than two years ago after a friend in London told us about this extraordinary group in tiny Malawi. And after spending three days with the boys of Chisomo, an organization that works with street children in Blantyre, the second largest city in Malawi, I’m utterly shattered.

The boys were powerfully moving. They made me laugh and, although I know tears don’t help, they made me cry. I refused to cry in front of them, choosing instead to bawl my way from Malawi back to Tanzania on two planes last night.

I’ll be writing more about the boys later this week, but for the time being, just wanted to show you their gorgeous faces.

The photo above is 10-year-old Vasco. He stole my heart. Please pray mightily for him. Vasco is very very sick, battling a heart condition with little access to the kind of basic medical care any child — ANY child — in the U.S., even the poorest American child with his kind of condition, is able to have.

Below is Frank, with whom I am entirely besotted. He’s 8 years old and an orphan who lives full time at Chisomo. A rascal and a heart-breaker in his own right.

GG