Last night I watched The Boys of Baraka. It's a documentary about a school that takes at-risk 7th and 8th grade boys from Baltimore and brings them to a school in rural Kenya. There they stay for two years and attend school in the middle of the bush. The purpose is to get to the boys before they turn to a life of violence and drugs, as so many of their peers will do. Unfortunately, the school closed in 2003 because of bombings and violence in East Africa. Also, the school had only been opened for a few years before that so not too many boys went through the program. From what I've read on the internet, there seems to be a positive correlation between the boys who went to the school and high school graduation rates. Which is great because somewhere around 70% of African-American boys in Balitmore do not earn their diplomas. It is still too early to really see if this program was successful and it since it wasn't around for that long that hinders the research too. I really do want to read more about this though and see more follow-up done on the boys who attended the school. The entire thing fascinates me.
I've also been on this kick lately of wanting to go back to Kenya. I don't know what it is, maybe I've been watching too much TV/too many movies about Africa. Or maybe it's the fact that I know a few people on the continent right now. Or maybe it's because when we were out to eat last week I overheard a lady talking about her time in South Africa. Whatever it is, I REALLY want to go back. Soon. And for longer than two weeks. I miss it.