A Day in Pap-Onditi

We invite you to join us in Pap-Onditi.

This small rural village sits in western Kenya near the shore of Lake Victoria. It is the home of I-KODI’s founder, Daniel Ochiel.

Here, children begin their day before the sun rises.

They work to care for younger siblings and tend to livestock. After doing chores, they make their way to school, following dusty foot trails that cut between neat cinderblock homes with tin r_dsc2968oofs.

Mothers look after infants, build small cooking fires and tidy-up. In quiet moments they worry about where the next meal will come from, and whether there is enough money to pay for school fees.


Down the road in the village, things are coming to life.


_dsc1497Vendors open makeshift stalls selling kerosene or used clothing or inexpensive household goods. There is a blacksmith in town, a hair salon and a small restaurant. Women set up roadside displays of vegetables, while seamstresses feed brightly patterned fabric into pedal-powered sewing machines.

Most mornings, carpenters ready themselves for a busy day ahead. They make one of the most needed commodities in the village- not tables or chairs, but coffins.

HIV/AIDS takes a heavy toll on families here, as do many of the ancient plagues- malaria, TB, and cholera. Children struggle against malnutrition and debilitating diarrheal illness. Many do not live long enough to celebrate their 5th birthday.

Up the road the hospital is running efficiently under the guidance of Dr. Albert, but it too is often filled to capacity and he worries about the spread of multi-drug resistant TB in the closely packed treatment rooms.

Children at the Konditi Primary School receive a hot meal at lunchtime.
Children at the Konditi Primary School receive a hot meal at lunchtime.

By noon, children at the Konditi Primary school begin lining up for their lunchtime meal. They wash their hands in a basin of clean water and take a tin plate from the pile.

They wait patiently to receive a generous helping of food, most often it is maize and beans. On special occasions the maize is replaced with rice. For some, this will be the only meal they receive during the day.

Others must leave school in the middle to the day, sent home in search of money to pay the fees that will allow them to come back to class. In many cases they don’t make the return trip.


Teachers gather in the library to chat, grade papers and drink tea. They correct lessons written on homemade notebooks of scrap paper held between two cardboard covers.

Each day they arrive early and stay late. They teach English, math, science and history lessons on worn and pitted chalkboards. For their efforts, they are paid a meager wage, which sometimes doesn’t come at all.

At day’s end, children stream out of the classrooms, running, laughing and calling to each other. There are no after school programs here, no soccer balls, no clubs to attend. They make their way home in a hurry. They have chores to do and, if they are lucky, they can catch the fading light to read or study.

_dsc2881Twilight brings renewed activity at the market, as mothers shop for food and neighbors greet each other. Vendors are cut short by the fading light and must make due with small kerosene lamps or simply close down for the evening.

There is no electricity in the homes. For some, small kerosene flames provide light needed to wash dishes, tend to the baby, or study.

For many others the darkness is complete. There is nothing more to be done but to sleep and wait for a new day to begin.

Life moves to steady rhythms here, unfolding to reveal the struggles and the resilience needed to survive. For most who live in Pap-Onditi, the days are focused on eking out a living. Many here are subsistence farmers, living with the seasons and an uncertain future.

There is a deep sense of pride of place here. A human connection that is often missing in our world today. There is a sense of optimism, a willingness to step up and engage in the hard work that needs to be done.