Things my mom taught me were wrong:
1. Reading another person’s diary without their permission.
No wonder they invented diaries with padlocks.
2. Lying.
It is too much work, not worth it, and also too much work. Meh.
Also, speech is silver, silence is golden.
The cure to the human condition?
1. Safaricom’s YouTube bundle, for only 10 bob you get 1GB and for 3 hours too. You get to dive deep in YouTube’s rabbit hole and find weird stuff. Do you have it? Is it only available for poor people like me?
2. Junk food. Lads and lasses, remember to eat healthy.
3. Physical exercise. Yeah, right after that junk food.
4. Cooking, if you won’t burn the kitchen, that is.
5. Literature. Read, it is good for you. Also, if you’re remotely artistic, go for it, write, draw, paint, sing, make music, sculpt, do your thing.
6. Avoiding some schools. I promise it is good for your mental health.
Did I ever mention about how this great school was probably scammed of an estimated about a cool half a million shillings in terms of shopping and cash or more? Hehe, let me tell you how that went down.
So, people claiming to be from a children’s home supporting orphans and abandoned children living with HIV/AIDS in Uganda showed up one Saturday night. Well, they probably showed up earlier for the school to plan to have them interact with the students. So, on a Saturday night, which was part of our free time by the way, we were called to the auditorium. I wasn’t happy. Saturday evening was one of the rare free times we had with no evening prep, before Sunday crashed into you with all the pending assignments due the next day and preps. So many people were disgruntled, but we dragged ourselves to the auditorium all the same. Not that there was an alternative.
So, we were let in on the subject matter of the impromptu meeting and the stage was left to our Ugandan counterparts. I think the children shared their sob stories and did a play then a song. Not necessarily in that order. The only things I remember are the sobbing people sitting next to me and one name. Chapati. Some of you should know of it by another name, Roti. Why chapati you ask? Well, one of the children, as we came to find out later was called Japheth. But in the moment, we all thought he was called chapati because that’s how they pronounced his name. Or maybe we were just hungry. It was a Saturday night after all and we could have been outside with the option of going to the tuck-shop to buy snacks.
I have another vague recollection of an older person, probably in his twenties who claimed to be a product of the Orphanage and came to help. Was he a dancer? Did he look good? I don’t know. I can’t remember it even with a gun pointed to me. I might remember people particularly interested in him though. Maybe he got some pocket money out of it. Apart from the performances they were also selling some discs with god knows what inside, and of course asking for donations. The kind souls who bought the discs, what was inside? They also asked for people to find out if their parents would be willing to adopt foster children. One particularly bright girl attached herself to the deputy principal and expressed her willingness to be adopted by the lady. On stage. Moral kidnapping much? That bit really rubbed me the wrong way because they put her on the spot and she had to agree to save face.
They must have done this event quite a number of times because they knew just what words to say to hit the softest parts and what to say to stimulate the tear glands. Especially in a girls’ school? People cried until they started hyperventilating. Some fainted, I think? I was there worried about them. Later is when people noticed the discrepancies in the sob stories. Like someone who claimed to have no knowledge of their parents suddenly claiming that their parents didn’t love them and chased them away from home or abandoned them, among many other things a rational person would have noticed straight away. But the emotional manipulation worked and people were puppets on a string, led on by their sympathy and empathy. Those good actors and actresses…. They should have formed a performing troupe. More sustainable. I honestly think that.
It was towards the end of the term and I must say they really choose a good time. People donated everything they had left over from the term, extra pocket money, toiletries, stationery, everything. They made a kill with it. You should have seen the mountain of things present. Now, the school has a program that involves visiting some children’s homes close by and a home for the aged. I have never seen even a quarter of the same amount of donations. There are vulnerable students in school who depended on similar donations to support their stay and sometimes they were lacking of basic necessities that people gave away freely. Did I find it hypocritical? Yes. Very. Very. The school even offered them the school van to transport their loot. Is that what we call being sold and helping your seller to count the money? Anyway, tulioshwa mwosho mmoja safi sana (we were spectacularly scammed).
Later, someone who had gone to the library to read saw an article on the dailies shedding light on the scamming crew. Turns out they had repeated the same show at quite a number of high schools. At least we were not the only ones. Haha. Mean, I know.
Although I can’t say for sure if the children involved were forced or agreed voluntarily, I consider that exploitation and no children deserve that. If you are going to make a donation especially a hands-off donation, please carefully investigate the organization you are sending your donations to. If possible, ask for a break down of how your funds are put to use. Most donations end up in people’s pockets while vulnerable children who are used to obtain the funds get nothing. Its normal to get a couple of street children, promise them a meal and have them act out whatever the donor wants to see, record a video and get approval for funds that never serve the purpose they were intended for.
Either donate through recognized and reputable established organizations, demand accountability or a financial audit report or if possible, pay a visit in person. Don’t be one to enable these selfish exploiters of children.
One of the 10 most important children’s rights is the right to be protected from economic exploitation of all kinds.