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SHALOM YOUTH CAMP 2010

THE THREE DAY EVENT WAS AN EXTRA ORDINARY EVEN WITH LOTS OF FUN, GAMES, GOOD FOOD, AND GREAT TEACHINGS BY GREAT PEOPLE AS THE POSTS BELLOW TO PLEASE Enjoy



The camp Mzungu resting after a long tiresome day at the camp Left, while youth flock the serving hall for Evening tea bellow































Meal time,, youth enjoying lunch left, sessions in progress above, pastor Patrick bellow and the volunteers cooking in a shoddy shelter at the camp venue.

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