The Eyes of Fiece.

I will not be able to get the eyes of Fiece out of my head. Ever. He is a streetkid here in Gitarama and he has the most telling, big, brown eyes. He is very close to my heart and I am hoping he will become a resident of Umuryango one day soon. Fiece belongs to a group of streetboys who have become very close to us. When we are in town they have learned to spot us from a mile away. It is amazing how quickly they appear and find us. Sure, most of the time they run to us so we can give them food or water. Some times we do.

The set of Fiece's eyes that I cannot get out of my head are not the eyes of satisfaction and pleasure, after we give him some some nourishment. His eyes that are engrained in my head are the ones of desire, of want, in all actuality, of need. They are they eyes that I see when he asks and pleads for food or water. I would like to provide him with these modes of survival as much as possible. However, I know that I cannot. I know that I can't give him these things every time he asks for them. If I did, every streetkid in Gitarama would be at my side, expecting these too. And Fiece would learn that he can get anything when he wants it. Saying "no" to him when he asks for food or water is so incredible difficult for me, but I know it is necessary. It is those with eyes like Fiece, that draw me to be here in Rwanda and to do the work that I am doing.