Kamukwape's Diary

I have extra important duties to complete, a mission to fulfill, my efforts are dedicated to this. I am not ready to accomodate fear, worries or negativity, as long as it comes to drain me...only if it comes for the good. So if a side situation comes apart from my dedication , I will not allow it to occupy my mind thru and thru...I need to do something completely new...above what I have accomplished in the mainly dark past of my life...I can starve, spend sleepless nights, weep, laughed at, be broke, not welcomed in offices, not get adequate support from friends/comrades e.t.c. But I am a kind who never and will never give up like that...

Written on International Volunteers Day On this lovely day, I have every reason to rejoice having looked back into my solid 5 years of volunteerism, contributing my skills, knowledge, time, financial resources, e.t.c. For a number of causes. I am glad for having lived this life,though such a rough duty.I am encouraging everyone to consider volunteering. A simple hand to others can go a miles in their life.thanks to Dad for inspiring me when he used to be a WorldLife Conservation Volunteer, and to all those who have given me opportunities to volunteer, those who have built my capacity, my team mates, and all those who have contributed in different way positively and negatively...I think I will blog on this achievement...HAPPY VOLUNTEER DAY TO YOU ALL

My mind, heart, spirit and soul have a story to tell, a story about the hardships, success, unity,challenges and opportunities, ubuntu, of the youth and people of my land, my fingers itching as they struggle, so eager to drop the finest and very first ink to lay my story, solemly my life proclaims, sharply penetrating my humble past,thru to my present, and swiftly to the future , Oh yes! simply to whisper to me, I will not write my story on paper, but in the life of each of the people I serve...that it may be read and passed on like a folk lore for generations...

Its half past 11am and I have not even pressed a single button of the keyboard, yet I have a dozen of correspondence to clear, my nerves are also giving me a strange filling, companionship seems to have distanced itself from my life...could it be a glimpse of what is yet to come, a glance of how the struggles of the years explored would bear fruit of the exploration? This question strikes my conscious every moment, as I look around my eyes globe like open, like some one falling of the helicopter in a crashland...into a desert of the foreign tongue...Swiftly the sparkly seemily mineral deposits of the desert sands brings hope as their reflected rays lights up my shy eyes...then what? Oh yes, there in my diamond hides, unearthed as I push my sunk feet out of the warm sands...Now I know that every bit and beat of this life, glorious and sorrowful, lonely and accompanied, leads me to a soul satisfying tomorrow, and let me gently arise and pursue...

Street children A street child may be: a ‘child of the streets’, having no home but the streets. The family may have abandoned him or her or may have no family members left alive. Such a child has to struggle for survival and might move from friend to friend, or live in shelters such as abandoned buildings. a child ‘on the street’, visiting his or her family regularly. The child might even return every night to sleep at home, but spends most days and some nights on the street because of poverty, overcrowding, sexual or physical abuse at home. a part of a street family. Some children live on the sidewalks or city squares with the rest of their families. Families displaced due to poverty, natural disasters, or wars may be forced to live on the streets. They move their possessions from place to place when necessary. Often the children in these ‘street families’ work on the streets with other members of their families. in institutionalized care, having come from a situation of homelessness...