Showing posts with label Africa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Africa. Show all posts

Saturday, 25 April 2015

And in the darkness, we read the most imperishable pages ...

AS students around the world drag home squashed sandwiches and roll their eyes at being nagged to do their homework, Mayiku Hamuzah turns on a kerosene lantern and squints at the pages of his books.

Straight away, you know, this is no ordinary teenager. And when you realise many of his friends are doing the same, you know this is no ordinary school.

Each day, Hamuzah tries to learn as much as he can before dark. Kerosene fuel is expensive, is as bad for his lungs as smoking two packs of cigarettes a day, is not good for his eyes and isn’t very bright anyway. But without electricity, it’s the best lighting source he has once the sun goes down.

In fact, in his tiny village of Kitoola, hidden amongst the butterflies of Uganda’s emerald green Mabira Forest, the only signs of a western education are the coloured paper posters on the walls, the English words written in chalk, and some vintage school desks donated by an American Rotary Club.

There’s no lights, no internet, no fridges, no computers, no play equipment, no library, no running water.

Despite this, the 35 final year primary school children at Hopeland have been ranked 13 out of 185 schools in the district. And the astonishing results don’t end there. Scoring distinctions and high distinctions in all of his subjects, Hamuzah was one of the best performing students in the country.

But Hamuzah is just so thankful he can go to school at all. It hasn’t always been the case for the children of Kitoola. In fact, he is so excited about learning he jogs 50 minutes to and from YOFAFO’s Hopeland Primary School just so he can arrive on time.

And it is now starting to pay off. Despite his challenges, Hamuzah recently scored some of the highest marks in the country in Uganda’s national exams, with distinctions and high distinctions in every subject.

“Hopeland Junior School has lovely and devoted teachers who have made it possible for me to make it and my life has been transformed from zero to hero,” Hamuzah said.

“I want to become an electrical engineer so that I can support my family and I will continue to work hard, even in high school, so that I can achieve my dream.”

But it wasn’t just YOFAFO, his teachers and his mother who he thanked. It was a young girl called Maddy Burns from Boone in North Carolina.

Hamuzah and Maddy met in 2012 when her university organised a volunteer trip to Uganda.

“We were sitting on the front steps of his primary school and he asked me about American foreign policy with Libya and my jaw dropped,” she said.



Their friendship grew over the next week as they played football together and Maddy sat in on his classes. She called her family at the end of the week and they agreed to sponsor him.

A year later, she paid him a surprise visit.

“I will never forget that day, as I walked around the corner with Innocent and we came upon Hamuzah’s house. He was outside studying,” she said.

“When he looked up from his books, he saw me and dropped them on the ground and we ran to each other and were both in tears.

“I am so proud of him and though I’m a bit older than him, I admire and look up to him for inspiration and hope.

“Sponsoring Hamuzah has been by far the best decision I’ve ever made in my life.

“I believe in him and know that he will do whatever he wants in life, especially because he has people like Valence, Innocent, and the teachers at Hopeland guiding him to success.”

To sponsor a child with YOFAFO or make a donation to the organisation, visit www.yofafo.org or email Valence Lutaisire at info@yofafo.org



Wednesday, 8 April 2015

Black Magic for Brunch



I can't do anything for you today. There's a nausea uprising.

I read these words this morning:

"I have friends who watched everyone they loved violently humiliated and then slaughtered right before their childhood eyes.


I've got friends who believe that when you are a positive person the universe will provide you with positivity and good.

One of my friends, the most kind and gentle person I've ever met who lost everything, is laying in a hospital bed right now with a potentially deadly disease that doesn't exist in the countries where my 'The Gift' friends float around smiling in the sun.

There is no gift, there is no positive force.

There is good luck or bad luck - decided for you at the moment of conception.

History is an unrelenting two faced cunt."

- Facebook.


Armed with a vivid imagination and a sharp mind, Matilda took a stand to change her destiny.



The tsunami wipes out the just and the unjust alike. And in the deepest parts of the ocean where they now lie, it is dark. Where your agony is, it is worse than black. It is memory, it is seeing in vivid colours, of your mother's dress, the mahogany blood, his wild brown eyes. It is excruciating pain that
should put the whole world under a dark grey cloud, but instead unfurls it under blazing blue skies and sucks you in while half the globe heads out to brunch.


"And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you...





There was once a little boy, whose head was found in one corner of the reserve, his clavicle another.

Two young girls, thought to be in a peaceful Autumn slumber under a giant Victorian gum tree, kept asleep by the ropes around their necks.

A woman so fierce she kept standing up. Crawled around for six hours, while she was ripped apart and beaten over and over and over with a pole, a chair. Over and over and over. Until her brain lost to a large rock.



"...because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places... 

In this western world, if you focus on a car park being there, it will be there for you. Across the artificial borders, under the same sky, sharing the same oceans, a child wills a cup to move. Matilda had a vivid imagination and a mind as sharp as the knife the child wills to be withdrawn with her eyes. She stares down time, begging it to stop. To reverse. But she can't. And you roll happily into your parallel park, barely negotiating any other traffic in your tree-lined school zone street.





"...Those who don't believe in magic will never find it."

- Roald Dahl


I'm consumed and blinded by you right now, but I'll be back tomorrow.