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Saturday, November 20, 2004

HappY Swt 16 2 mY Babiez QwinkiE she looked mad kute at her swt 16 yesterdayy x] ... lotza funn <3 all growin up =*]

n my grandma backk home from hospital =] yay !!

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Sunday, November 14, 2004

update of my life :

happy swt 16 2 natashee x] surprise didn't exactly work... buh mad funnz time last nitee.. boogeyin thru de nite xP ...

daddiez gone 2 china for 2 weekz w/ him n ansonz mission

teen social action corpz meetin has been goin gr8. .ppl shtill welcomeed 2 join -=] derez lik 13 of us.. n our next proj de friday afta afta tthanksgiving.. we're feedin homeless group in St. George.. cookin our own food.. need help

went 2 go visit grandma 2dai .. in hospital...heart probz,..looked vewwy weak n small .. buh she shtill alwayz adorable =]... weallie hope dey'll let her come home soon......

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Monday, November 01, 2004

Word that education was free spread swiftly from child to child. And the children themselves have hungrily seized the opportunity. 
Joseph Lolo, 16, had worked six days a week since he was 13 grazing and watering the local headmaster's cows. The headmaster, Peter Mzungu, paid the boy $4 a month and gave him Sundays off.
Joseph had watched enviously as the headmaster's children returned from school each day in their crisp uniforms. He longed to attend the public school the headmaster ran. But his family was too poor to pay the fees.
Then last year, Joseph heard that fees had been abolished. Slowly, his resolve to go to school strengthened. This year, he went to his father, a crab trapper, who told him he should keep looking after Mr. Mzungu's cattle. The family needed the extra income. They live in two tiny, falling-down shacks. Only six of Joseph's 13 siblings have survived. Hunger and sickness have plagued the family.
But Joseph said he asked his father, "What will save me if I don't go to school?"
Next, Joseph went to the headmaster, quit his job and asked for a spot at the headmaster's school, Kadzuhoni Primary.
A tall strapping boy whose ears stick out from his closely shorn head, Joseph looks like a giant among the Lilliputians in the class of 83 first graders. The floor of the classroom is loose dirt and the children sit on ragged chunks of coral rock that tear holes in their shorts and skirts.
Joseph, who always sits against the wall, looks sheepish when the teacher insists they all stand to recite a child's refrain, "Head, shoulders, knees and toes." He towers over the other children, and his deep voice stands out among their high pitched ones. Still, he pats each body part along with them.
He feels lucky to be there. His teacher, Chengo Yeri, said he is a clever student, ranked fifth in the class. Joseph worked again for the headmaster during the August recess and used most of his earnings to buy a uniform so he can fit in better.
On a recent morning, Mr. Yeri spelled out colors in English and asked the students, whose native language is Giriama, to say the word aloud. "B-l-a-c-k," Mr. Yeri said. Joseph's hand flew up, his fingers snapping. Mr. Yeri called on him, and Joseph whispered the correct word, a glint of triumph in his eyes.
"Say black, all of you," the teacher replied, and they all chorused Joseph's answer in unison.
On the other side of the stone and concrete wall sat Dama Sulubu, 13, in Randu Nzai's class of 128 second graders. 
Dama is excruciatingly shy, but she has a will of iron. None of the four girls born to her father's three wives had ever gone to school. Dama's chances for an education shrank further when her mother, the youngest wife, fought with her father and left home four years ago. Dama became the responsibility of the elder wife, who felt a girl's place was working in the fields, not studying in school, Dama and other family members said.
Several months before school fees were abolished, she left home, complaining there was not enough to eat, and found a $10 a month job in a nearby town as a live-in maid. At 11, she worked long hours mopping the floors, cleaning the toilets, cooking the meals and tending the children. But when the woman stopped paying her, Dama quit and took a bus home.
Like Joseph, Dama had made up her mind. She wanted an education and she would not be denied. She went to her father, a farmer and cow herder. 
"Dama fought to get into school," said her illiterate father, Chula Mbita, as he sat in their dusty courtyard, chickens pecking around his feet. "She came to me and said, 'Now that school is free, I have to go. All the children are going.' "
Her father consented. The elder mother said she supports Dama's desire to go to school, but Dama said, in fact, her father's senior wife is still opposed to her education. Asked if she would stay in school, Dama replied, "I have two hearts." One told her to keep going just to prove her elder mother wrong. The other heart told her to give up. 
But Dama's teacher, Mr. Nzai, a natural showman who slides his oversize eyeglasses down his nose as he grades papers, has given her the little doses of encouragement lacking at home. He knows that it is the older girls in class who have defied family tradition to come to school - and it was the older girls he called on this day to tell a story aloud. 
As Joseph was sounding out colors in English on one side of the wall, Dama rose to her feet on the other side to read from a picture book. Shyly, she held the book up high, so no one could see her face. 
The session drew to an end, and Mr. Nzai called the girls to the front of the class. With great ceremony, he presented each with a sweet cracker, a special treat for children who never have enough to eat. And he shook each one by the hand, thanking them for their effort. 
"You have participated very well," he told them with a courtly formality. "Let us clap for them because they have really tried."
The rhythmic clapping rose into the rafters as the children applauded their classmates' small victories and a teacher's tender mercies.

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	=[ onlie way it'll work w/o mush scrollin lolz sryyzz... me n my computer iliterracy.. i spelled dat wrong didn't i.. nuffin interestin 2 read in hurr newayz... most my life goes in2 blogdrive
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time 2 update in herez.. 4get i haf a zanga sometimezz.. blah blah dun wanna talk bout my own personal life.. not like any of u weallie kare rite? lolzz exactly.. well juss wanna advertise.. if any of u guyz not buzy for onlie 2 daiz a month.. join de TEEN SOCIAL ACTION CORPz.. in which us teenz ..r leader of our own volunteer projectz.. juss a lil team i'm gettin 2geta w/ dis other adult.. happy.. got 6 ppl sho far =] i think it'l turn out awesome ..hmmm... nervous bout tmrr... our nation future ish in itz hand... sighh.. mayb de rite leader b chosen 4 our country.. think we're all holdin our breathz

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