Visiting the Sick: End Year

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This last day of 2011 I decided to visit the sick at the Nakuru Provincial General Hospital in Kenya.

At exactly 1300hrs GMT+3 I arrived at the hospital, and with no one else on my tow to help me distribute what I had taken with me, the nurse on duty at the Sister's office offered to donate one of their employees to be with me.


Started off with paediatric Ward 6 where we gave out milk and oranges.


The Went to Ward 2 where we distributed fruits(mangoes).



Then finished with Ward 14... gave out bananas.


HAPPY NEW YEAR 2012!!!





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