It's been a month since I left, and not a single picture. You can blame the Developing World's developing Internet connections for that.

Here are just a few to hold the A.D.D. generation at bay.

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Market Day in Usa River

We're the yellow piece just below the lake in East Africa

Patandi neighborhood kids playing the 3rd World version of Pow-Pow-Power Wheels

Nkoaranga Orphanage kids

(Wema, with the pink beanie, is my favorite because she used to shrug her shoulders every time you said her name. Wema Wema Wema! (shrug shrug shrug) Also, she asked me who I was the other day in Swahili; I said 'Bayless'; she said, 'No, you're baba,' which means 'dad'; I said 'Whose dad?'; She said 'Wewe ni Baba Wema' -- 'You're my daddy.' I thought it was cute, especially when she remembered me the next day and informed the other three-year-olds that I was her dad in Swahili. Hunter says it's "not good." He's just jealous.)

Watoto Waafrika opening our gate uninvited

Uhhh, let me just guess what they were saying here: "Mzunguuuuuuuuuu!"