Today, we were so lucky to have a visitor from Lesotho in our class. Moliehi Sekese, who is a teacher in Lesotho told us about the circumstances in Lesotho and compared them to ours. Lesotho is one of the poorest countries in the world, and the children in her school are far from as lucky as we are; they only have two computers to use for 700 students, and one teacher to teach a group of 100 students. Their classrooms are only three quarters the size of the classrooms we got, and we're only about 25-30 students in one classroom at the time. Sekese told us that they're in a lack of tables, chairs and books. When she teaches a class she has to write down everything for her, as well as their assignments. There is no possibility for the students to do work by them selves; they're dependent of their teacher.
Many of the children have to worry about things as if they got enough food, if they have anything to wear ect. There is few places with electricity and running water. They have to walk very far to get their water. I wrote a little poem about my associations to this.
Many of the children have to worry about things as if they got enough food, if they have anything to wear ect. There is few places with electricity and running water. They have to walk very far to get their water. I wrote a little poem about my associations to this.
Far far away
Too far to really understand
Just imagine
A crying child
An empty stomach
A closed door
The sun is heating
The throat is dry
The people walk far far
Far far in the heat
To the nearest waterhole
Carrying buckets on their heads
Small children
Only hope for a better life
Is to get an education
Schools without electricity
Without pencils and books
Depending on their teacher
Children going home
Don't knowing if there will be dinner
Far far in the heat
To the nearest waterhole
Carrying buckets on their heads
Small children
Only hope for a better life
Is to get an education
Schools without electricity
Without pencils and books
Depending on their teacher
Children going home
Don't knowing if there will be dinner
Will mom survive today?
Diseases fighting the population
But there is a hope in medication
A hope in plants
So they plant
They make their own botanic gardens
Where hope will grow
Poem by me
Diseases fighting the population
But there is a hope in medication
A hope in plants
So they plant
They make their own botanic gardens
Where hope will grow
Poem by me