Whenever I am visiting the Twiga Centre in Kisii, the kids are usually well-dressed, having just returned from church, they are happy and smiling, giving their all in the games we organise for them.
This is not surprising as they get few chances to play organised team games when not attending the Twiga Centre.
So, I take photos, and lately, videos of happy, smiling, clean kids. They are relatively healthy because we keep a check on their health.
But they all have a story to tell. Loss of one or both parents, living with elderly grandparents or in the case of four children, living with no adult supervision, other than that which we can provide.
My photos and videos do not reflect this. They show shiny, smiling children. So, having just acquired a "new" digital camcorder, I am determined that on my next trip, I will film the children in their real environment.
I will follow a day in the lives of Aloys and Nyachuba. Aloys milks his cow, buys food, cleans the house, washes clothes, cooks the meals and still finds time to go to school and do his homework.
Or Edwin and Dennis, who live with an older teenage sister, but she has two under-fives to bring up as well as her siblings. So the boys sow and reap, and help their sister as well as going to school.
I could probably shoot hours of shock video about Evangeline, Emmanuel and Imani.
Or Morfat, Boniface and Shaida; or Rister, Duke, Brian and Divina; or any and all of the children we support.
They all have a story to tell, a sad story. And they are just the tip of the iceberg in Kisii.
There is Simon, the little deaf boy I met on my last day in Kisii. His story is slowly unravelling.
Yes, I will have to order the kids not to smile every time they see me with a camera!