Evening at Zambezi River, Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe, May 2015
and so does everything around... the situation, the people, the perspective, the needs.... and we too change.... the wise and courageous seek change.. because only change is constant!

Thursday, March 19, 2015

222. A verdade

Mãe pensa que na escola sempre estudamos.
Mas não é verdade.
Na escola trabalhamos muito e estudamos pouco.
Todos os dias varremos o quintal, varremos sala de aula, limpamos casa de banho, apanhamos lixo e regamos as plantas.
O trabalho continua, um depois do outro.
Desde a semana passada, a professora de português deu-me uma nova responsabilidade. Cuidar de bebé dela.
Antes de ir para escola, em casa, ajudo a minha mãe. Então, depois ando por uma hora para a escola.
Estou muito cansada.
Quero estudar, mas não quero ir para escola.
Como posso dizer a verdade para minha mãe?

Monday, March 9, 2015

221. Letter

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After the meeting; women disappeared fast. Except one.  
 “Come to my home,” the middle aged Rakhama mavashi ordered.

I knew so less about her, that I decided to take the opportunity. 

After a cup of tea, she asked, “Can you write a letter for me?”
I was glad to help her. 

She brought a post-card.
She told me what to write. I wrote.
It was clear that she was writing to her husband.
In those ten minutes, I understood the story of her life.

“Address?”  I asked.
“I do not know”, she said. 

“No one knows”, added her little daughter.
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