In 2010, I filmed a documentary about the lives of AIDS orphans in Kisumu, Kenya’s third largest city. In a muddy alley, the guide took us through rows of muddy huts. Stop in front of the faded green door and knock on the door.
A handsome, lean, short-cut teenager walked into my sight. He looked at us cautiously and said in a local dialect: “Carib (welcome).” He led us into the low house. Clay walls, paper-filled windows, in addition to a kerosene lamp and a few books, a small wooden table and several chairs occupy most of the interior.
The boy is Kevin, 12 years old. His father died five years ago. He lived alone after his mother died two years ago. In Kenya, there are more than 1 million AIDS orphans like Kevin, and there are 15 million AIDS orphans worldwide.