Chapter 4 - Building Foundations 1
Waking up to the sound of birds singing was something Khisa was starting to get used to. He immediately ran outside, greeting everyone along the way. His cheerful demeanor was infectious, and the villagers responded with smiles and waves.
He made his way to a group of children he had befriended over the past few days. Learning their names had made things much easier, and now he had a solid group to work with—ten kids in total, six boys and four girls.
They were young, energetic, and full of curiosity. The best way to change things was to start with those who weren't set in their ways. The children, still filled with wonder, were like a blank slate, ready to absorb anything as long as it seemed fun.
"Good morning! Do you guys want to help me build something?" Khisa asked, flashing a bright smile.
"I want to play," Naliaka, one of the girls, said stubbornly, crossing her arms.
Khisa grinned. "It will be fun. And after we're done, I promise to teach you some cool new games."
The kids exchanged skeptical looks, but Khisa's innocent smile and confident tone convinced them.
"Okay, kids, we need clay—a lot of it. Do you know where they get the clay for making pots?"
"I know!" Ndengu, one of the younger boys, piped up. "I went with my mother yesterday."
It took two hours to gather all the clay they needed. Despite their age, the children were strong and healthy, a testament to the village's abundance of food. Still, Khisa knew that things could change in an instant. Disaster could strike at any moment, and planning for every possibility seemed impossible. But what else could he do except try?
"Khisa, I'm tired," Naliaka whined, slumping onto the ground. "You promised we'd have fun, but all we're doing is working."