Shading #atozchallenge #children

 

give me a crayon

a paper of my own

leave me to create

a space all alone

a quiet, a calm

 a world you can’t touch

when I’m done I’m so proud

happiness doesn’t take much

huts and livestock

trees in the breeze clap their hands

children coloring

It is no surprise that Ugandan children love crafts. Coloring or as Ugandans call it Shading can quiet the loudest group of children. Intent are they to create with color.

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Abuse #children #atozchallenge

Scars lie deep beneath the heart

eyes have seen

ears have burned

little hands grasping for hope

beauty in rosebud lips

character comes from the ash heap

rise despite  the pain

Hope lies deep within the heart

 

 

Hello to all of you A to Zers.  I made the last minute decision to do the 2018 A to Z Challenge. Can I be an A to Z addict??? I’ll blame our dedicated founder Arlee Bird at Tossing it Out.

I have been an active blogger, but recently I have been living between two continents so Internet is not always available. Since I presently have internet,  I decided to share a favorite topic – children.

Children are a joy to teach. They teach me so much more than I teach them. In an Acholi classroom of 5-7 year olds, I was astounded at how quickly the children were learning English words. My Acholi was hit and miss. They love teaching me words and songs in their language.

Today’s topic  is a shameful and sobering way to start the challenge, but (no joke) it is a real aspect of many children’s lives. No matter how advanced our societies have become, children are the quiet sufferers of any generation.

To all of you joining A to Z challenge for the first year please enjoy the delightful people in the blogsphere!!!

art © Moondust designs 2014

 

A Gift to U #uganda #christmas

 

The gift I send is love

you cant pack it in a box

or wrap it up and send it on a plane with a friend

1000 beads cant take its place

red, green and silver ribbon can’t outshine its beauty

it can’t be sealed in ziploc bags with a kiss

village children won’t make it in class

it can’t be hung on a tree

this kind of love was born in a manager

gave up all priviledge

scratchy hay against a baby’s skin

no kingly courts celebrated His arrival

He was despised, rejected

few heard the songs sung for Him

centuries cant outdistance the meaning

sacrifice became love

love became a free gift

it is what I send to my friends in Uganda this Christmas

and to you!

 

In October I started putting together a package of christmas gifts and crafts for 100 children. Love was placed in ziploc bags. A package went in luggage with a friend who went to Uganda in November. There was plenty of time for the children to receive their Christmas goodies. “The airlines regrets to tell you that your luggage was lost in transit.” I hope somewhere children are able to enjoy the crafts and gifts that were inside that lost luggage.  The best gift is the love I can send to my Pawell, Lacor and Gulu family – each of you is precious and loved beyond measure by the King.