This summer I went to Rwanda, Africa, because my father works there. The people from the project he works on organises things and helps a primary school there. They financed a whole library, and when I was there this summer we organised a football camp for the kids of that school. At the end of that camp, we told them that they could keep the ball they played with and they would get some old hand down T shirts. You should have seen the look on their faces, incredible how happy they can be with those little things.
Now some kids of the last grade of the primary school want further education. But the problem is, that they don’t have the money for it. It costs £50 a year to provide a Rwandan child with everything that they need for secondary (high) school. That’s only $82. This amount will buy uniform, a pair of shoes, pens, notebooks and cleaning materials.
I know how much those kids would want to go to high school, so if you can, would you please donate something on the link under this text? It doesn’t matter how big or small your donation is, every little bit helps a kid to have education.
And so, in this dull and ugly place, where nobody ever says anything truthful, where everybody is playing a kind of role, as in a charade, where teachers are no more free to respond honestly to the students than the students are free to respond to the teachers or each other, where the air practically vibrates with suspicion and anxiety, the child learns to live in a daze, saving his energies for those small parts of his life that are too trivial for the adults to bother with, and thus remain his. It is a rare child who can come through his schooling with much left of his curiosity, his independence or his sense of his own dignity, competence and worth.