by Robert Malunda My name is Robert Malunda. After having 2 girls, my parents were very happy to get a baby boy. I was born as a sighted child in 1988. When I was 3, I was affected by glaucoma. Doctors tried to cure it, but I eventually lost my sight at the age of […]
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by Kerlinda War “Monkey! Monkey!” Little children and some adults would scream as I walked by, bursting into laughter. This got on my nerves. it wasn’t a compliment; it only demoralized my spirits. Completely rejected and bullied by my friends and even my siblings, I became a black sheep. Not having anyone to play with,
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Crops as a mean for Peace: PEACE CROPS “YEAH!! YEAH!! YEAH!! Allez les Blue!! Allez les Blue!! Allez les Blue!!” (Which in French means “Go Blue, go!”). This was what we chanted that night of the world cup soccer finals while driving home on the 12th 0f July 1998 in Cameroon. We had just had
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by Gumbo Majubwa – Tanzania When I was 24 years old, the forest of my happy childhood in Bagamoyo, on the east coast of Tanzania started to be degraded. Every time, I see trees being cut down, anger haunts me so much, I could cry. This was what motivated me to start the organization ambakofi,
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A Priceless Trip 20 changemakers and kanthari staff, from 10 different countries, traveling 4000 km, visiting 20 different organizations. It was a wild ride. We traveled by train, bus, tuk-tuk, and even in the back of a truck. We spent the nights at hostels, hotels, lodges, open-air sheds in the jungle, and once even on
by Josephine Esperanza Malan, I had sympathy and pity for the blind. Not anymore. I grew up in a middle-class family in Iloilo city. Being the only girl among five siblings, I was pampered by my parents. My family is everything to me. The death of my father while I was in college, turned our
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I was a curious child and asked a lot of questions. Being blind, many times people would demonstrate the answers to me than just simply answering my questions. E.G., when I got a bit older, my mobility instructor let me shift gears on his car while he was driving. I can tell you his car
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Back to the Papuan roots by Johan Andre Serhalawan “Fresh air and blue skies, accompanied by chirping birds, shady trees, and dense forests” was the view in my grandma’s village, which is 40 km from Merauke. Spending school holidays in the town feels like living in heaven. Yes, that’s my childhood experience, more or less
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By Israel Balogun I awoke abruptly to the sharp sting of a cane on my back. “Stand up! Give me all you have! Now!” But I had nothing. I almost passed out from the consequent beating. I was not always on the street. My father, a Muslim priest, had four wives and 26 children. My
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by Claude Angwere Azah On the 28th of March 2015, I was in Bamenda Town in the Northwest region of Cameroon at the Mankon-Ringway Rehabilitation Centre. The reason I was there, was to attend my regular counseling sessions on drug consumption and abuse. On my way out, I saw a young man lying on a