Sabina House School and Atiac Refugee centre - Uganda / by KARIN-BAM STOWE

Teaching at a school in Uganda, I came across my first real experience of what it is like to have so little, cherish even less and hope upon anything that it may get better. The kids had HIV, were mainly orphans, but sought wonder in any ray of light that they could see. They learnt fast, perfected quicker and within the shortest time, produced better than others I had wasted 3 years teaching on UK degrees. I was meant to empower them, the truth was opposite.

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The refugees from South Sudan had fled the war, to arrive in a camp that was plagued by the LRA (The Lord's Resistance Army) stealing their children, this was the camps official mender of garments, one man to fix a thousand rips.

He was kidnapped by the LRA, but escaped, when they enter the camp, the children run for their lives, or they’ll end up child soldiers, coming back to steal themselves in the future.

The midwives have little medicine or facilities to treat the birthing, there was 1 midwives for 25 thousand people and no hospital for 200 miles. She was the school of birth itself.

Such joy, a radio, a football and we played till the stars came out. Bliss.

My first empowerment workshop, we were all so young and grew up into opposite lives. But still I have contact with those that made it through and into adulthood.