Summer 2011:

Drawings and Letters (PDF)

 

More Drawings (PDF)

 

More Letters (PDF)

 

Students write about what your donations could accomplish in their lives

Student Letters (PDF)

Lunch Program: "there are certain times some of us go without lunch..."

Kitchen: "Our teacher would show us how to start a kitchen garden, what to grow in it, and we can show our parents so that they can do the same at home."

Classroom: "... classrooms are dusty. We used to be attacked by jiggers (sic)..."

Water tank: "every morning we carry buckets of cold water ... from the rivers and it is very dirty..."

Teachers describe the conditions at the school and what the improvements would mean to everyone at the school

Teacher Letters (PDF)

Poverty: "The poverty level in the area is very high and due to that coming up with matters related to school development has not been easy."

Water: "The installation of stone water tank will help harvest water from the roof which will be used in general cleanliness which will improve health to the pupils and reduce water borne diseases."

Pre-School: "The classroom floor is earthen, dusty, and actually very unconclusive for learning. There is plenty of jiggers which attack children and reduce concentration ..."

Poem

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AIDS HAS NO CURE

Aids! aids!

Where do you come from?

You come boasting like a monster.

The whole world is crying the killer has come.

Asia, africa, america, and australia.

     You are not chosing.

The young or the old.

The thin or the fat.

The short or the tall.

     You walk magestically.

and get them.

Like a python you prepare them.

You slim them before you kill them.

My mother was heavy a man greater.

My father died followed by a new born baby.

My parents died my gurdian died.

Am left alone no one to help me

I resemble a ball in the field being kicked by the players.

My beloved ones, let us join the army and defeat aids.

Aid has no cure.