Morris has been irreplaceable to me - translating, bartering, striking model poses while holding my bag and carrying my camera when I need my notebook and my notebook when I need my camera.
True confessions, I made him kill not one, but two, very large roaches in the loo this week before I used it. Last night, when I walked in to do my usual thorough examination, he was already laughing from across the schoolyard when I leaned out and gave him the, "come and get the roach please" smile.
But, far more than being a translating, camera carrying roach killer, he's been an ear, and a voice of understanding.
This week, it was listening to me talk, over and over again, about the beauty in African women.
It was a quick whisper, this morning. "They're just so beautiful. I want to be one when I grow up." He nudged me and laughed. "Ai, but you have to stay a Mzungu!"
It is the strength in them that I'd like to take home with me - the strength in arms that have harvested crops for years, eyes that have watched hungry children, legs that have carried jerry cans - back and forth - since they were small.
Years of hard decisions, many of them based on survival, create stories that break me, challenge me, move me.
I hope they're moving you, too.