Spent the morning teaching a room full of refugees from across Sub Saharan Africa how to count, say the days of the week and greet a friend in English. Just about recovered from the first day teaching yesterday, when it transpired - in the tiny room with no windows and one eye-wateringly unpleasant strip light rammed with 18 young students crammed so tight you have to climb onto the desk in front to get out - that the youngest is fifteen, a third are seventeen or not much more, and one of the them got here, from Congo, looking after her teenage brother, across 8 countries to get to Morocco, by bus, car and foot, when she was 22 - and pregnant.
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3/21/2019 10:22:55 pm
Well, what you need to do is to embrace the imperfection your country has. But sometimes when everything becomes too unbearable, what we need to do is make an action for us to be served better, to be saved well. We can't just wait there waiting for miracles to happen. I guess, it's okay to complain as long as there are actions that we will be making afterwards. By the way, you may feel ashamed right now, but I am hoping that you will overcome it!
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