My first experience in Africa was when I was seventeen years old. My family took a trip to Kenya. I had never been to a third world country and had never witnessed poverty first hand. As we drove through the streets to our hotel the sights truly humbled me. Children knocking on the window, both out of curiosity and to beg for things that they knew we had. I was shocked to see twenty or more people waiting in line for one port-a-potty.
What shocked me more than anything else was what the children begged us most for: pens. Many of them were starving and wore rags, yet the thing that they consistently asked for was pens. When we asked them what they wanted them for they each in turn said to use it to do their school work.
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