A week at " Family Spirit"

I started a week of teaching and volunteering at " Family Spirit". There are about 100 kids here ranging from one and half year old to 17 year old. It's called orphanage/nursing home/boarding school depending on the circumstances where it's being asked. I felt in love with these kids quickly. They are lively, expressive and adorable. They are also very obviously hungry. It was quite overwhelming for me in the beginning. I went through lots of heavy emotions. It was difficult to see how little and poorly they are fed and how poorly they live.
There wasn't much teaching that they need me to assist. Shortly after I arrived Madam Susan made it pretty clear that they would rather me to provide "financial" assistance.
 They pretty much need anything from firewood, exam sheets to food.
I was so overwhelmed in the first day that I had to escape for a visit to market to get food for kids.
Everyone is hungry here. Lacking of food is a daily challenge. Food is on the top of everyone's mind. For breakfast kids lined up to get their breakfast routine - a couple of spoons of  "porridge" ( a sort of very thin soup made of maize flower); they usually eat Ugali and beans for lunch and dinner. Everyone is given only one spoon of Ugali and one spoon of beans. Porridge and Ugali are not guaranteed. There are days no breakfast or a combined lunch and dinner are served.  Food like a couple of banana, a slice of bread or a couple of biscuits will them their day. I bought beans, rice, cooking oil, sugar and bread for kids.
The school was out since the second day after I arrived. Some kids went back home and most of them hung out. There's really no play ground at the school. Kids found a "soft" ball  and kicked it like soccer. Most of the time they sat around and killed time. Older kids are also labors. They washed cloths and dishes. There's a little garden where a few tomato and corns grow. They also raised a few goats. One goat died one day. All the kids were excited to see the dead goat was taken away to a local butcher. Everyone received a bit of lamp meat and soup for dinner that night.
I lost my appetite when I stayed at "Family Spirit". But watching the kids eat and lick off the last bit of food in their bowl was part of my daily life. I enjoyed serving them meal and watching them to eat. Kids soon found out I have some snacks in my room. I started to give away some snacks to some kids, which caused some problems. Kids started to scout around in my room. I had to tell them to leave. Then I felt terribly sad. These kids are innocent. They don't steal. They beg for food. It's so hard to say no to them. But there are so many of them. How can I feed everyone of them every day? I was torn and felt powerless.