The Jesus of KFC
Our team sat, eating our dinner at KFC in downtown Maputo. We all talked and laughed away, enjoying our free day. Sitting outside were a bunch of street kids peering through the window; they wanted our food. We had been told not to give money or food away because it could hurt more than help the needy here. The attendant chased them off the property and slung some colorful Portuguese words around. These kids were loud and rambunctious, troublemakers most likely. I noticed one with crossed-eyes looking utterly...