No it’s not paradise.  It’s not even a hidden civilization!  A Mozambique school ……  is a happy place.

• It’s a place where every time when I arrive the more than 280 children makes me feel like their president. And I like that.  
• It’s a place where they jump all over me and want to hold my hand.  I like that. 
• It’s a place where we call each other on our names – Frans is mine.  I won’t allow that in any other conversation but here they can call me anything.   It always sounds sweet on the ear. 
• It’s a place where when I ask them to pray all 280 kids spontaneously lift up their hands to call on God.  They are my favorite prayer partners. 
• It’s a place where they just hug me …. just because I’m a friend.
• It’s a place where they look at me with eyes saying:  You’re kinda my hero today!
• It’s a place where when I stop with food for the school the army of green ants tackle my vehicle to make sure everything is unloaded.
• It’s a place where I am loved without doing anything for them.
• It’s a place full of smiles.
• It’s a place …… where GOD LIVES!
• It’s a Mozambican school ……. it’s where my heart hides in difficult times.