– By Claude Angwere Imagine a miniature Biennale, an inner-city outdoor exhibition, covering dark corners, tree trunks, and junctions with paintings and sculptures. Imagine a city that wakes up to the sounds of street theatre and traditional music, with video walls that show short art films and documentaries! These are activities that will be conducted […]
An Unbreakable Bond – By Bibek Magar Nervous and excited, I met Chandra in a busy public park after much texting back and forth. He was the first gay man I had ever met in the 18 years of my life. Through his charming and humorous way of conversation, Chandra made me realize that there
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By Anbalagan Hari What comes to your mind if you think of a rag-picker? Let me have a guess: A man, dirty, poorly clothed, roaming around to search for waste material in a pile of trash? Now, what’s the reality: most rag-pickers are not men, they are women or young children who are hard-working to
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Wings to Life – by Deepu Kiran Why should parents send their children to an inclusive day-care center? If children already learn in their early childhood how important it is to face challenges and not to give up, they will be much better prepared for living an independent life and for contributing to positive changes.
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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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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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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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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