Saturday, 24 February 2024

Hi from Whitney Aryango

 Hey! Hi, My name is Whitney Aryango.

I live in Kibra and I am formed in Olimpic sec. school. I am 14 years old.

The first day that I saw people going art I was wondering what they are going to do there, since I went to see. 




I saw that it was a very interesting programme.

It keeps people busy; if it was not for art, some boys would have joined bad company, example being a drug dealer. 

I hope that all will continue with that heart.

Art has helped us in some ways, example drawing. Since not everybody are interested in drawing, they have brought dance club.

Thank you all for helping Kibra children.


Collaboration through art

 


 I am Emmanuel Ayieko from Kibera Kenya, a good friend to Calvin Juma the founder of Future Within Community Based Organization. 

I am happy to be part of this project and I am an automotive mechanic by profession. 

With the help of our supporter Mr Luca, we are seeing a great change as our kids in Kibera are improving on their drawing talents. 

Our aim is to change the lives of poor children in Kibera and nurture their talents. We will be very happy to get more well wishers with the same passion and similar interests of transforming the world through supporting artistic expression.

Bless you all.

Sunday, 11 February 2024

EFFECTS OF DRUG ABUSE

 EFFECTS OF DRUG ABUSE


Once there was a boy called Lucas.

Lucas was hard working and also very respectful of his elders. He had a talent in drawing and had not been initiated in any drug abuse. As time passed, Lucas continued to be of good character. 

One day he was on his way to market when he saw a group of boys smoking in a corner. The boys called him. Lucas was shocked, but decided to go to them.

The boys tried to give Lucas drugs, but he refused, showing that he was strong and brave and continued on his journey to market.

The following morning Lucas woke up early to go to school. 

He had his breakfast and set off quickly so he wouldn’t be late.

When he arrived at school, he was surprised to find that the pupils were in assembly. He was lucky to find that the pupils were cheering for him.

The head teacher called him to come forward and he stood there waiting for the next instructions. He was told that he had leading in the exams and he had to give the pupils advice and tips on passing exams. 

Lucas told them that the way to pass exams is to avoid groups of gangsters that smoke cigarettes and bhang, drink alcohol, and have sex with every girl.

When Lucas had finished, the pupils applauded, then went back to their classrooms.  

It was evening when Lucas was on his way back home. When he arrived home, he found that there had been a quarrel. 

His father had been drinking and brought violence to his home. 

He didn’t greet anybody. He always greeted everyone when he came home, but that night everything changed.


His father was shouting and telling Lucas’ mother that she had stolen his money. He was beating her, and Lucas could not help her, because he was too young to confront him. He couldn’t do anything, because his father was a strong man.

Later, a few hours after beating his mother, his father went to sleep.

Lucas did not feel good. 

Although he could not tell his friends that his mother had been beaten by his father, he saw it as a big issue, but his mother didn’t see it as a big issue.

Time passed. Lucas was growing up and becoming a big boy, going through different stages of adolescence and lost control of himself.

In school Lucas was failing his exams and didn’t listen to advice. Then he started drinking and smoking. 

He had a girlfriend and wanted to have sex, and he would not respect his parents at all.  He used to smoke and drink alcohol with his friends.

One day Lucas and his friends went to a man’s garden to steal mangoes. There were lots of fruits, so they decided to go ahead with their plan. Lucas decided to climb on top of the tree, not worrying that they could be found stealing.

Suddenly, the owner of the garden came out and when he saw them, he brought a cane. 

Lucas saw him and told his friends that the man was coming, so they ran away and he was left there. He was scared and decided to jump off the tree, 

but couldn’t run, because one  of his legs was badly twisted. He started to cry. When the man found Lucas on the ground crying, he decide to take him to the hospital. 

In the hospital the doctor called his parents and told them that Lucas had lost a leg and a kidney because of too much smoking cigarettes and drinking alcohol.

Everyone was shocked to hear it and that he had HIV and AIDS. 

They heard Lucas shout in the room and entered to see what had happened.

Lucas was crying, and asked his parents, “Where is my leg?” 

His parents explained what the doctor had told them, ad Lucas knew that he would never walk again. 


A few years later, he was called by one of the schools in the city to give them advice. The podium was set, many people had gathered from everywhere, the school band ushered the guest of honour with wonderful songs to set the mood and prepare them to hear Lucas advice to both parents and pupils.

Then Lucas stepped onto the podium with a smile on his face. People were smiling and cheering. 

Lucas began “Guest of honour, parents, teachers, pupils, ladies and gentlemen, good morning! It is my great pleasure to welcome all of you to this school. I wish to especially thank our guest of honour, Calvin, for gracing this occasion. Thank you for taking the time to be with us today.

Today is an important day and everyone has been waiting for it. The school of the future opened its doors exactly twelve years ago. It started in Calvin’s house, with three children. By the end of the year the number of pupils increased to forty. Calvin is a great man and now he had built a room to accommodate the growing number of pupils and bring new teachers. 

Thank you Calvin, education is the best thing, but the fruits it bears are sweeter, so it was up to us to work hard at school. 

I was a hard working pupil and did very well, but a group of friends lead me astray and I was out of control. 

I planned to go to a good secondary school, but I couldn’t go, because I was using drugs and couldn’t read, and started failing exams. I couldn’t do two things at the same time and decided to go with my friends to steal, and that’s how I lost a leg. 

I also contracted HIV and AIDS by having sex with lots of girls.

Remember to make hay while the sun shines, and don’t forget that empty vessels make the most noise”, Luca concluded.


Everybody’s heart was full of joy as they walked out of the field. 

Lucas knew that he had learned a great lesson that he would never forget.  


                                                    THE END 

ROYLEX - DRD, EVILON - DR, HAMFREY- DR DAVID- DR, BRYTON- DR, NICOLE- DR


This story was slightly corrected in some parts during transcription. You can see the original in the photos below, handwritten by the writing team.













Sunday, 4 February 2024

OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS ONLY ONCE

 Hey guys, my name is Winnie Achieng.

I'm 13 years old. I live with my family in the slum of Kibera and I am in grade seven.


I joined this project not so long ago and already excited about the results. This project has helped me gain the talent of drawing, boost my self-esteem and communication skills.

Before joining this project, I was bored at home, left with nothing to do. I had the passion to draw at a very young age, but did not have a place where I could express my skills and perfect my ideas.

I am so much grateful to have this opportunity in my life and will give the best as much as I can.

I am very fortunate to be among young girls benefitting from this project. I pray that you may continue encouraging and supporting us to be the best version of ourselves.

These days, it is not easy to find people who belive in young generation and are willing to support and appreciate their effort. May this project grows big and become a great project for us and that changes lives.

Thank you.

Friday, 2 February 2024

AMAZING DREAM 😴

 Today I am happy to present to you the first results of the writing project of our artistic laboratory in Kibera.

The children were divided into homogeneous groups so that each group contained both older and younger children.

The Merceline group wrote a story titled: Amazing dream.

Here are the photos and the text, which we have transcribed for ease of reading.


AMAZING DREAM







It was during an English lesson when two strong men, armed with guns burst into our classroom and ordered us to get down on the floor. Everyone immediately obeyed, not knowing what was happening. 

They spoke in a familiar language, it sounded similar to our mother tongue.

We were all taken into a truck and tied up like slaves. Fear and terror colonized me and I broke the silence by screaming loud enough to wake the dead.

One of the armed men with his rough, hairy hands, slapped me so hard that made me see all the planets parading before Jupiter.

Before seconds turned into minutes, the driver kicked the engine to life, leaving clouds of dust dungling behind us. My heart skipped a beat. I was between the blue night and the devil, seated close to the door, which did not seem to be locked. It was up to me whether to jump out and risk a severe injury, or wait for what was coming. A lot of questions and thoughts dawned in my brain, tears of melanchony trinkled down my chubby child’s cheeks. In no time the truck stopped and well all alighted to our surprise we were in a spooky forest with scary voices everywhere. 

We were made to sit in groups of five, then one of the men called and spoke on the phone with an unknown person for about half an hour, then the men left without us. I wished the earth would split in two and swallow me. Our teacher was quiet all along, not even a world from him.

We untied ourselves and, under the teacher’s instructions, called the emergency number, all with his phone. It was too unfortunate for us that there was no network connection. I tried to brainstorm a way out with my classmates, but they were so busy crying in agony that could not share a thought with me. I saw it was better for me if I could just find a way home by myself. I started walking, following a footpath that led me deep inside the forest and departed from the very people. I was to stick with who could help me find a way out. I was now stranded in the thick bushes of the spooky forest. I tried shouting and seeing if anyone could hear my voice, but all I could hear was the echo of my own voice.

Some few steps from my right side was a bunch of strawberries that looked ripe and juicy. I went there and ate as many as I could until I was full, and carried some in my pocket.

Night darkness was nearly approaching, so I started looking for where I would spend the night. Finally I found a cave and lit a fire using a firestone like the crude people did. Then I set up a camp inside the cave.   

A big scary creature jumped out of a hole which was beside some heap of sand and started running towards me. I ran as fast as my wobbly, thin legs would carry me. The creature jumped up trying to pounce on me.

Just then I threw my blanket up in the air, sweat covered my face only to realise that it was all a dream. My mother had already made breakfast and I had to get ready for school. Craizy enough, the first class of the day was the English lesson.



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