This morning, Blessings and Towela picked us up and brought us to Amulo. Amulo is a community on the outskirts of Kitwe with a high population of vulnerable children. Amulo is in the shadow of a large copper mine, tucked into the backyard of mining houses and the working poor. Once again, you leave the tar roads to get to Amulo, wind through rough roads that we call "dancing roads" as they make you dance around the vehicle whether the music is on or not. I joke with Blessings that I'll be dancing like an African after all the dancing lessons I've had on these roads. We arrive in Amulo and make our way to the building that now houses the care point. In August of 2010, when I first visited Amulo, this building stood empty but it held promise. It was cement blocks with a tin roof and was divided into several rooms inside that could be transformed into classrooms. Today, I saw the fulfillment of that promise. The front steps were covered in plants and were the first evidence of life within. As we entered the first small room, adjoining it was another small room lined with benches and filled with children and their notebooks, waiting for their teacher to arrive. Imagine children coming early to school and waiting for their teachers! Another room housed the brazier and charcoal on which a few of the care workers cook, under the watchful eye of Maggie, the woman who supervises that the meals are enough for the 50 children but also that they provide good nutrition. Maggie and the care workers are well aware that the meal they provide each day is often the only meal that the children can rely on. Down a dark hallway, another small room is lined with benches and has a chalkboard and it is in this room that the older children are taught. We are welcomed by Godfried, who is standing in as the community based organization's coordinator while Pastor Boyd, who usually leads it, is away at seminary training. Godfried and I walked the community together in 2010 and he is a grandfather to all the children of Amulo and a friend of all. He is friendly and wise, he speaks with great care for all those he visits, whether a patient or child. Today, he leads the care workers in a Bemba song that he has adapted the words to welcome us to Amulo to walk with him. It's the sweetest thing to be sung to by this man. I know he is so sincerely thankful for the visit and considers it an honour to have us, though we see it as the same for us to be with him. Introductions are made and we leave the boys at the school to join in with the teachers there, knowing full well that they will be safe and looked after. Jason and I join several care workers and we walk through the community and hear the challenges and accomplishments of the area from those we consider the experts on what is happening here. Our first visit is to the home of 13 year old Memory, and her mother, Precious. Memory is home but is bathing when we arrive so we sit with her mother for a while. She tells us that it is just she and Memory, as her husband has passed away. Having been widowed, with a child, she is incredibly vulnerable. Two women on their own are targets for those who would abuse and exploit them. Precious' mother lives relatively nearby but as they own their home, it is important for them to stay in it and keep their small plot. Precious' mother provides some food for the two of them but it is not enough to sustain them. Memory joins us in the small living room and she is shy. She speaks quietly and acknowledges the care workers when they tell her that she is supposed to be in school. She explains that she is not feeling well but they challenge her to go to school as often as she can and also to attend the meal. She nods although I am not sure she would go today. We stay for awhile and pray with Precious and Memory as we leave. They ask us to pray for provision of food and safety for them both, and for good health. From here, we walk to the home of a small 7 year old boy named Gift. Godfried sweeps Gift into his arms and although Gift is blind, it is clear that he responds to Godfried's voice, he is smiling. Godfried explains that Gift became very sick when he was about 2 years old and became paralyzed and blind. Now, he has trouble controlling the movements of his limbs and head and he grinds his teeth so violently that they are jagged and broken. We sit with Gift and his father, who also cares for three other siblings in the house. The father is kind and gentle with Gift but he expresses his worry for this son who can not eat well, doesn't walk and needs a lot of care. When we ask if they do exercises with Gift, the care workers and father both explain that they spend time working Gift's limbs and it seems to be having a positive effect on his abilities to move them. In this home, the care workers come and offer beautiful respite to a father raising four children on his own.