A student once told me, “Do you know, Grandmother [that’s what they call me], you are letting down your integrity ratio?”  “How?” I asked. “Last term you promised to award anybody who got an A in the exam.” “I’m sorry,” I said. I had forgotten. “Tomorrow I will.”  So the following day, I arrived with the prizes. They were not very big. But they went to the very heart of our Glory Values School in Butere, Kenya. These girls—the students—were concerned that I not lose my integrity. The heart of the school is that the teachers, the learners, and the workers partake of the same values. So all of us are growing in integrity. That makes the child feel “I am important. I am loved. I am respected.”  Our school has no rules, in the traditional sense; rather, it teaches values—integrity, love, and honesty—as well as accountability to oneself and others. This is a cure for our “sick” Kenyan political, social, and economic system. By instilling values we can ultimately heal our country of tribalism, corruption, and the impunity that includes violence during every election …