Hello Kerby the frog. His nickname actually has nothing to do with a frog. But if I could give him one I probably would call him Kermit instead of Kerby. He sounds like and looks like Kermit the frog. Well…maybe not looks like. Kerby is actually called Kawobas and I wish I could remember what it means, but for the life of me I can’t. It’s because I didn’t write it down. I actually think it might have something to do with his stomach but I could be completely off.
Whenever, I would call him Kawobas, he would giggle. But his giggle didn’t sound like a 10 year olds giggle, it sounded like a man’s giggle. His voice is so hoarse. And that’s what made him so fun to be around.
I journaled about each of the kids when I was there in June, and one of the things I said about him was that he was rotten and had crazy eyes. He would poke me in the ribs and run away. He would catch my eye from across the tent and open his eyes so wide. He with every other boy in the orphanage was scared of nothing. He would do flips off of stacked up tires and land in 5 inches of sand.
This straight from my journal: “He is very dear to my heart. I love the way he says, ‘nos good’ and the way he leans on my legs during a futbol match.” He’d also put old AA batteries in his mouth during football games and bounce around to the hilarious commercials at halftime.
He would tell me like to eat crabs was “nos good” or that Argentina was “nos good” or that liking both Argentina and Brazil was “nosgood”. His broken English was some of the best. More than anything I’d love to hear his voice and tell him how much I love him and miss him. 
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“Getting To Know…” is part of a blog series by Abby Lilly. To read more from Abby check out her personal blog: http://abbyquinn.blogspot.com/
