TO ANY PERSON WHO IS CONCERNED

by Chris, age 17 

 

My name are Christopher i am 17 years of age and am now in grade three .my hobby is that , I like making friends,traveling ,playing ,and also running .my aim of writing this letter is to inform you that when you read this letter, I would like you to be my prayer partner I will be praying for you hoping you will also do the same to me .I will be sending you some letters of encouragement.Please when you read this letter please send it back I would like to here from you thank and may God bless you .Have a worderful lifetime.   

 

Ever Beautiful She Was

 

by Caesar and Gititi, 18 and 20

 

EVER BEAUTIFUL SHE WAS

 

Ever beautiful she was

The young and optimistic teenager

From the villages to the cities

Everyone had his or her eye on her

The old and the young

Praised her beauty.

 

Both the old and the young

Whoever felt thirsty in this journey of life

Asked for some water whose source was her

The old and the young

Praised her beauty.

 

And there she was

Ready to quench anyone with her water

Be it the old and the young

The old and the young

Praised her beauty.

 

This sudden chilly morning

Disillusionment filled the village

For there lay her skinny corpse

With the spirit already gone

The old and the young claimed

She was once beautiful.

 

A fortnight was not over

Cries of the affected filled the air

From morning to evening, day after the other

Funeral ceremonies conducted

All weak and dying said

She was once beautiful.

 

Why this suffering and afflictions?

Was the cry of the few left

The cry of the lucky survivors

And innocent children.

 

Just a minute's warmth, changed

A family and a village to a pool

Of orphans, widows and widowers.

A signal of the foreseeable poverty

As all weak and dying said

She was once beautiful.

 

Weak and dying cursed the once beautiful

But where was she?

Far beyond the beautiful white clouds

Only to be followed by

The ignorant and the innocent.

 

By Caesar & Gititi.

"I am Mugendi," by Mugendi (16)

by Mugendi, age 16

 

Iam   mugendi  . I live in   Africa   and  the climate here is   good .

I would  like  to know   how  the   climate  is  in   America . I am a boy in  FORM  2. am pleased  to write   this   letter  .I  usuallypray to

You and    iwould   like  to  here  from  you  please.Iam going to celebrate my birth on 14^th .may .2007 . I am hoping  to here  from  you.Good-

 

 

                                                                                    

"Letter," by James (20)

by James, age 20

 

            I'm very happy for all your comments so far. I hear you like our home. Indeed I'm surrounded with fantastic friends as you say Gabrielle. We love you all.

            Today, some of us spent the day planting maize until afternoon and then we left for games in the field at 4:00p.m,but for me I went for 5.25km running, then proceeded to the field. We are doing a lot of practice on soccer since we play with so many and tough teams from our area. For instance, we have played two teams and won, and one rematch where the previous team that we had beaten, beat us two nil yesterday on 31^st.

            For those who are wishing me good luck, thank you. Others who are going for studies and part time working like Nadia, I also wish you an affluent life there. School is the best place to be on earth, and especially where one meets with old and new friends. I'm very happy that I'm joining university. It's difficult to get in to a university here as you ask Gabrielle but, we trust in God in everything we do.

             My favorite subjects are maths, physics & chemistry and I was always among the best three. So you are not wrong Miz S.Iam also wishing your daughters the very best in there life at school and out there as well. For Johanna, what are you still pursuing at that campus and you have already been at Stanford? Sorry.

            Katie & Brian, it's been a long time since we chatted. Our exams came out on 28^th march as usual. I'll post mine on the email address as I had promised you. Thank you for commenting. Thank you Mr. & Mrs. Parker. I still remember you and the telescope; Mr. Parker. I'll be joyful if you will be here when we'll be leaving.

God bless you.

Gititi

"The Forgotten Labourer," by James (20)

by James, age 20

 

THE FORGOTTEN LABOURER

 

The wind blows to the south

Then round to the north.

The exhausted labourer

Eagerly waits for nightfall.

To settle down and relax,

After a hard day's work.

 

Early next morning,

The scolding voice can be heard.

The harsh misanthropic woman

Scolding stuttles him.

"Wake up you sluggard!

More sleep no food."

 

Out from the shack

Moves the weary labourer.

Wearing tattered shirt

And old shabby shorts.

Covering his shivering body

From the chilly drizzly morning.

 

With a cupped hand,

He scoops the dew

Above the green grass.

And wipes the remains

Of last night's supper.

Stepping with an embedded foot

Which is swollen with jiggers.

 

He moves closer to the dilapidated hut

Where, everybody holds a calabash

Full of white thin porridge

And waits to be served.

Dejectedly, he takes the porridge

And hurriedly finishes.

Ready to start the day's work.

 

He stands still

Legs apart, raising his thin arms up

And cries out for help.

As if to catch manna from heaven.

Wondering may-be one day

Something will fall miraculously.

 

"About Me," by Robina (11)

by Robina, age 11

 

My name is Robina. Ia m brown in color. I like running with Clare & Lara because they are kind to me. I am in std. 6. when I grow up I would like to be a doctor. My class teachers name is mrs. Kibirithia and I love English and Social Studies. They are my fevourite subjects. In this exam that we did last term I mean first team I was number eight. I learn in Riamukurwe Primary School in this term we have running competations and I am going to run.