tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45526911545271082602024-02-19T01:57:42.222-05:00Capturing the StoryTrevor Kerrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136533223535296446noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4552691154527108260.post-90530057318074411982008-08-23T14:22:00.013-04:002008-08-23T15:09:59.427-04:00Capturing the Story: The next chapter<div class="entry-content"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyxpIXyQZhc4_2AF60FwdX1Jtn2wkDrpQhoNG70qP9QtVIY3G6lYeuAh-9f_8KYBnKof1dChabYUEW0zJiGk6FguEuO4NS_Z_vK0pq-9Ahb3ABGW8QYVFgjhM-oxscDkCMb8qHoqMXDNQ2/s1600-h/4-muslim-314.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyxpIXyQZhc4_2AF60FwdX1Jtn2wkDrpQhoNG70qP9QtVIY3G6lYeuAh-9f_8KYBnKof1dChabYUEW0zJiGk6FguEuO4NS_Z_vK0pq-9Ahb3ABGW8QYVFgjhM-oxscDkCMb8qHoqMXDNQ2/s200/4-muslim-314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237792325140031234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">Capturing the story takes time and patience. I have heard from two of the students that it is sometimes difficult to take photos of the subjects they wanted to because some people did not want their pictures to be t</span><span style="font-size:100%;">aken. We talked about how they handled this and processed the experience. It would be ideal to </span><span style="font-size:100%;">have a digital camera for the students so that they could share their images instantly, a technique sometimes </span><span style="font-size:100%;">used to build trust and to include the participant in the process.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm8rekFnyjJqwtJPVegy7IijBC-cOEUS1TpmCqsgvxdu2Xe9ZrRvRqrCQd6nUdHP83gWJDa_HutKiiQVeJMwHlY4Z3LrRoEpculQkCKtEyJubZKMAUGB9PVE6mK-8sYYTXxElX6t3eP8Rw/s1600-h/4-muslim-374.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm8rekFnyjJqwtJPVegy7IijBC-cOEUS1TpmCqsgvxdu2Xe9ZrRvRqrCQd6nUdHP83gWJDa_HutKiiQVeJMwHlY4Z3LrRoEpculQkCKtEyJubZKMAUGB9PVE6mK-8sYYTXxElX6t3eP8Rw/s200/4-muslim-374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237792326707411010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">The students had 1-2 weeks to take the photographs and complete their one page essay. What has become clear thus far is that all of </span><span style="font-size:100%;">the CES students who have participated not only are enjoying the opportunity to take and receive their photogr</span><span style="font-size:100%;">aphs but they are truly grateful of being sponsored by CES. Every one of them reported how their life circumstances have changed and that although the road may sometimes be uphill, they have the support to keep climbing.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJg2jgiNgQM_V7aF1N6sH9VmoVcH6uejIwVj25iHqMUzYO8rTgschy8qlDWrr3LjpWWcRvxbmLcD8abjgNFGFM_9Zc6PyiF8jUq-Fk7QdLNqY6FCaWRW-FjCxkfMEWRoUWSExemuT_ssSn/s1600-h/kaka-and-england-159.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJg2jgiNgQM_V7aF1N6sH9VmoVcH6uejIwVj25iHqMUzYO8rTgschy8qlDWrr3LjpWWcRvxbmLcD8abjgNFGFM_9Zc6PyiF8jUq-Fk7QdLNqY6FCaWRW-FjCxkfMEWRoUWSExemuT_ssSn/s200/kaka-and-england-159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237792324939212354" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">It will take several months and possibly into 2009 to complete the photography project. The distance involved and resources required to make copies of all of the ph</span><span style="font-size:100%;">otographs for the students and to compile their essay’s will take time. Continue watching for the update of some of the most inspirational young people in Kakamega, Kenya.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil-UeqvTfhfU_Vwf5xpyRJkalAF-W-fqMoTP45VFIPhb-9Iw10P_UfCG_Dy4bSPqDEfWhtBOOTT4iDW49c6OWszidLtr3MU7c7jF0XrEYWvLQucypqWJ4bmngfuf07rW4bNimNqmnzo0KR/s1600-h/ssc_0270.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil-UeqvTfhfU_Vwf5xpyRJkalAF-W-fqMoTP45VFIPhb-9Iw10P_UfCG_Dy4bSPqDEfWhtBOOTT4iDW49c6OWszidLtr3MU7c7jF0XrEYWvLQucypqWJ4bmngfuf07rW4bNimNqmnzo0KR/s200/ssc_0270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237792328507074626" border="0" /></a></p> </div>Tania Zulkoskeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14724598183462540223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4552691154527108260.post-53387176489403926152008-08-23T14:22:00.012-04:002008-08-23T15:08:08.619-04:00Capturing the Story: Ambition inspired by life events<div class="entry-content"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV97FSMrdMgJ191RheZkMN3T9w5I5D7B_jH4zrT9OBRlrzLClc5OUVZBj4V3ahsSZQQCXqdKfa-Ftrfi1DgAc-YVNYRMjzXDRN-7AtBFvL_WtBDf6PokV3fN8A8Bl-moP19Nnsdy1ZRQ3T/s1600-h/kaka-and-england-218.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV97FSMrdMgJ191RheZkMN3T9w5I5D7B_jH4zrT9OBRlrzLClc5OUVZBj4V3ahsSZQQCXqdKfa-Ftrfi1DgAc-YVNYRMjzXDRN-7AtBFvL_WtBDf6PokV3fN8A8Bl-moP19Nnsdy1ZRQ3T/s200/kaka-and-england-218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237791716470602114" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">There are many things that struck me about the young woman I interviewed that made her seem mature beyond her age. A</span><span style="font-size:100%;">nd at the same time, </span><span style="font-size:100%;">she was warmly playful and quite attentive. She also came to school on he</span><span style="font-size:100%;">r day off, to meet with me. She is 15 years old and knew she was born in March but did not know what day. Her dream is to become a doctor that will treat people, an ambition inspired by life events. “Because my mom is always sick and there is no one to treat her, maybe I could treat her myself.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfQIQxkDH2Fe-iKkLzq3XKbHC3iT9za-eyiQSEixqo1U3Y_QsgliIBS2IaLMpwajRh7wrc3dHWSjdiz3JsL3vLP1cZ9_0cSi7zWM6Dixcj6pmxYELNKNSZ5IIxIBxlKQqTkvxURSyouyOe/s1600-h/ssc_0221.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfQIQxkDH2Fe-iKkLzq3XKbHC3iT9za-eyiQSEixqo1U3Y_QsgliIBS2IaLMpwajRh7wrc3dHWSjdiz3JsL3vLP1cZ9_0cSi7zWM6Dixcj6pmxYELNKNSZ5IIxIBxlKQqTkvxURSyouyOe/s200/ssc_0221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237791715578913714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">She is the first girl, third born of five. When</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> we spoke about support she said “my mother, she is always there for me, I do love her. She brought me here (to the school), she is my hero. And my teachers, they are always there for me and help me.” The composed young</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> woman smiled as she sat across from me. She had waited patiently for me</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> to finish talking to the other students. When I gave her the camera and explained to her the choice of participati</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ng, she was thrilled to be included. She had never used a camera before and quickly understood the use of a flash.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Ttw15SqcZ26bMwx6a6pwP5nz58VbzTUGqPKV4Mc5DQgFlD6GNDGwcT9jrPESLQzmkvRnmNsFGwZSpRTEQ2kUXCty5uasDRh_esfmvW2xRyp8-1EFyPZH6qIdn_LpgEiF0mqR2hISqYlf/s1600-h/kaka-and-england-162.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Ttw15SqcZ26bMwx6a6pwP5nz58VbzTUGqPKV4Mc5DQgFlD6GNDGwcT9jrPESLQzmkvRnmNsFGwZSpRTEQ2kUXCty5uasDRh_esfmvW2xRyp8-1EFyPZH6qIdn_LpgEiF0mqR2hISqYlf/s200/kaka-and-england-162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237791720000799250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">We talked further while I walked down the ro</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ad to catch a tuk-tuk, a three wheel scooter-taxi, in</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> the opposite direction to which she was walking. It was during this time, that she opened up and disclosed that not only is the distance far to school but she feels affected by the screaming and alcohol a</span><span style="font-size:100%;">buse in the village. She said people give her courage to walk to school but that she is sometimes afraid. She shared problems at home and how this upsets her. “My mom is sick.” It was clear she felt caught in the middle and helpless to change her home</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> situation. It is her story that resonates with me and brings up my own feelings of helplessness.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsavaD7JVO2Blevp5Q3w3IXuubkZ82WdlmlJI_mdKtAJgDXgFO1-Shyphenhyphenq6bRpHZEHIYxsQ2mGNUilncfX7N_2x9UDpdakOvu0oBVIJ8UgW6Rfhf_PCRnXUlUHW8MdLlbzFkeLwZrg130yxb/s1600-h/ssc_0257.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsavaD7JVO2Blevp5Q3w3IXuubkZ82WdlmlJI_mdKtAJgDXgFO1-Shyphenhyphenq6bRpHZEHIYxsQ2mGNUilncfX7N_2x9UDpdakOvu0oBVIJ8UgW6Rfhf_PCRnXUlUHW8MdLlbzFkeLwZrg130yxb/s200/ssc_0257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237791724132891186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">My hope is that her photographs will tell a story that will reach others and provide inspiration to them. I see great strength, resilience and insight in her.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_2l88H57OkXIVuyCoFbQtjiXch4JANu9EyRKz6hiwZJl_7WX1m3jpVXPAAdlGETaLOP2TTSZg_nnEWdIqFcEg6PkOGSIRW9t-dLpvHhlTrKXkBUdSBTRzZIykCqK9f4wbwfps9f2ZHq7X/s1600-h/ssc_0199.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_2l88H57OkXIVuyCoFbQtjiXch4JANu9EyRKz6hiwZJl_7WX1m3jpVXPAAdlGETaLOP2TTSZg_nnEWdIqFcEg6PkOGSIRW9t-dLpvHhlTrKXkBUdSBTRzZIykCqK9f4wbwfps9f2ZHq7X/s200/ssc_0199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237791726746067842" border="0" /></a></p> </div>Tania Zulkoskeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14724598183462540223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4552691154527108260.post-68603223304595353572008-08-23T14:22:00.011-04:002008-08-23T15:05:20.729-04:00Capturing the Story: Managing with what you have<div class="entry-content"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJgHejJ0Br-KczPmiRFe2wEdVRjLCqXZg0MZu1BLflfr-SFbosh0E73KG_DduqCN-jWEcG_B-uBf9S2Wtf-heryBpl3-Mxgx8gVPS3je599bJpC0La_0B1abXhfYCjedWMoQoF9Ly4OsNc/s1600-h/kaka-and-england-214.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJgHejJ0Br-KczPmiRFe2wEdVRjLCqXZg0MZu1BLflfr-SFbosh0E73KG_DduqCN-jWEcG_B-uBf9S2Wtf-heryBpl3-Mxgx8gVPS3je599bJpC0La_0B1abXhfYCjedWMoQoF9Ly4OsNc/s200/kaka-and-england-214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237790911461624146" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">Have you ever gone to school on your day off? Did you ever attend</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> meetings of your day off? Ima</span><span style="font-size:100%;">gine at the ages of 15 and 16 you willingly and egarly agreed to do just that! I am not sure what impressed me</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> the most, was it that these students walked 5-10 kilometers to meet me at school on their day off </span><span style="font-size:100%;">or was it their ability to keep going in the face of adversity. The first young man who introduced himself to me shared that he wanted to be spe</span><span style="font-size:100%;">cializes in operations. He realizes that in order to have a better life in the future, he would need need to stay in school and work hard. Although it isn’t asa doctor that simple as that. He and the other CES student explained that sometimes the lack of resour</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ces gets in the way of going to school. They share this example: “Maybe you are half way up (awake in the morning) and you have half your</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> uniform on and you need a pen or a book but you don’t have it. That is discouraging.” “You don’t have the books and it’s hard.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAZXCM1OIDq8y-0JO60o9T4zgV_vZlH4OlV-TA4SBB_SvUduffiG6D9tKpwrC5ZGKOg5-V8Sgm0YddcAuIpnKU1FSpPZUJpHBgaahWsEPUGdJd7yRqO9_JF79gdhn7yvBnmx2HflCF3TKk/s1600-h/ssc_0210.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAZXCM1OIDq8y-0JO60o9T4zgV_vZlH4OlV-TA4SBB_SvUduffiG6D9tKpwrC5ZGKOg5-V8Sgm0YddcAuIpnKU1FSpPZUJpHBgaahWsEPUGdJd7yRqO9_JF79gdhn7yvBnmx2HflCF3TKk/s200/ssc_0210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237790916162580946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">The next young man shares that he would like to become a psychiatrist. His interest in this profession comes from the idea that “it promotes community; I would be serving people more than serving myself.” He said that “it helps to have motivation; I have the urge to come to school.” One of the students had used a camera once before, but never had a full</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> roll of film to shoot. They looked at the questions posed to them and agreed to be a part of the photography project.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOi2MKNvzXHXlDETCw0WC4eFV0QXUTEJTvP2ykjKYtlA1qv4q2cjd-boYhMl4a7Y44wenYcl6g2AA_g3QJiX8oqm7reW87pae_mSr_1g3FS4siLsmR2uc8sdkyDfhfJ81mpE4cLUEVpHM7/s1600-h/kaka-and-england-141.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOi2MKNvzXHXlDETCw0WC4eFV0QXUTEJTvP2ykjKYtlA1qv4q2cjd-boYhMl4a7Y44wenYcl6g2AA_g3QJiX8oqm7reW87pae_mSr_1g3FS4siLsmR2uc8sdkyDfhfJ81mpE4cLUEVpHM7/s200/kaka-and-england-141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237790916462459954" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">The photography project asks specific questions that involv</span><span style="font-size:100%;">es having the students capture their ideas on film. The questions require reflection and the idea is to promote insight into their lives. They include topics on school, health, friends and family.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVIASMMvSMpDkWn5UNJfoT5Bd8TSZrG9s3_1j-RsnRMTHH4nhvHVCV_Ul0iVkLFONqTaJ_5TPOXatwGG3AM0sGJcrg6OReFnILEMQeGTWzFynY915NPn91HS2hYIlt7chDrLJkk7xrurWI/s1600-h/ssc_0249.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVIASMMvSMpDkWn5UNJfoT5Bd8TSZrG9s3_1j-RsnRMTHH4nhvHVCV_Ul0iVkLFONqTaJ_5TPOXatwGG3AM0sGJcrg6OReFnILEMQeGTWzFynY915NPn91HS2hYIlt7chDrLJkk7xrurWI/s200/ssc_0249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237790918452106914" border="0" /></a></p> </div>Tania Zulkoskeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14724598183462540223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4552691154527108260.post-19184155993619160982008-08-23T14:22:00.007-04:002008-08-23T14:59:47.610-04:00Capturing the Story: The Community<div class="entry-content"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYVifHkZtxrDBX08MKjgg9Ueip5JlNopbwF5QStJjrs33z6XxC0tf8cnbJ5weC1NXXclYT2B0iQ-M5Uz2fwldDTd3euSM0Ln648s8Gj98On3GHFqYCnaWRTVSBOUsaWXs5APy4YOj0ngY/s1600-h/ssc_0290.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYVifHkZtxrDBX08MKjgg9Ueip5JlNopbwF5QStJjrs33z6XxC0tf8cnbJ5weC1NXXclYT2B0iQ-M5Uz2fwldDTd3euSM0Ln648s8Gj98On3GHFqYCnaWRTVSBOUsaWXs5APy4YOj0ngY/s200/ssc_0290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237789633207439794" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">Kakamega is located more than one hour from Kisumu on a bumpy road thr</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ough lush green tea plantations. Numerous settlements are beside the road</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> and people garden and te</span><span style="font-size:100%;">nd to their crops throughout the valleys. Kakamega is the birth place of the Boda-boda, or bicycle taxis. Boda-bodas are one speed bicycles with a fringed padded seat on the rear rack for the passenger, long hub</span><span style="font-size:100%;">-bolts for your feet, and a h</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKVcLbztvgw7Yr3nQ4VTwhh38tzEGlBEi_NiBkEwpPYK8WFhiVJSg6IbjjDLR4Vgo8QhC9CioY1Roi8Uyx3fVIqWPpqUZK6HmCDmi9j9X0yy4MKpMr2V0cMXeFwub_Ma2aiSSKTZWXSMn/s1600-h/kaka-and-england-155.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKVcLbztvgw7Yr3nQ4VTwhh38tzEGlBEi_NiBkEwpPYK8WFhiVJSg6IbjjDLR4Vgo8QhC9CioY1Roi8Uyx3fVIqWPpqUZK6HmCDmi9j9X0yy4MKpMr2V0cMXeFwub_Ma2aiSSKTZWXSMn/s200/kaka-and-england-155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237789631613916978" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">and grip under the driver’s seat. Many people </span><span style="font-size:100%;">are incredibly poor here. In fact, I have seen young children scoo</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ping water out of a puddle into pitchers after it rains, surviving on less than a dollar a day. But they are also incredibly friendly saying “jambo” (hello) when I walk past.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I buy our vegetables at the local market, from women presiding over tiny wooden stalls laden with produce; tomatoes, onions, potatoes, </span><span style="font-size:100%;">and a wide range of herbs and greens that we are just starting to explore. Women everywhere can be seen walking home to their villages carrying their groceries on their heads. Dry staples come from “Mama Watotos” and other supermark</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ets. Our flat, located at Sheywe Guest House is a lovely self-contained suite with many bright windows and ironically some Canadian neighbours right f</span><span style="font-size:100%;">rom our hometown of Vancouver.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdQBeNz4bXNu5Iq86Cscxv8xi3sxE-qRVwA_S0FeiwBNlaMiDXwRh4c9Ysj7oFPHlDmZCDdglohMqenObDSDT29FAMzpoCHmk4GTLcAPZe-ReIIzqSOoAGmaHMF6-4JwSjR80Th7qngufM/s1600-h/ssc_0301.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdQBeNz4bXNu5Iq86Cscxv8xi3sxE-qRVwA_S0FeiwBNlaMiDXwRh4c9Ysj7oFPHlDmZCDdglohMqenObDSDT29FAMzpoCHmk4GTLcAPZe-ReIIzqSOoAGmaHMF6-4JwSjR80Th7qngufM/s200/ssc_0301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237789633674079922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">Other local wildlife include the massive storks that perch on trees outside our flat, and the ferral dogs that howl at exactly 8:30 every night. As it is now the rainy season, I never go anywhere without an umbrella. Each night, thunder storms rage in the sky but by morning the sun is shining and the puddle-hopping begins.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDcSRafkgToo6UukC5Cuc27UJTVUfvLYF1-rSCh8OGIjKDGzIqacQ2jyz1pxI_eohhrRbS8vRwuHv4Sua7XEAiOYSzcDeFkR6i2iI5dymq-FAb2r604OmIm2opa4W3hcGjZllEGMcxCHR0/s1600-h/ssc_0275.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDcSRafkgToo6UukC5Cuc27UJTVUfvLYF1-rSCh8OGIjKDGzIqacQ2jyz1pxI_eohhrRbS8vRwuHv4Sua7XEAiOYSzcDeFkR6i2iI5dymq-FAb2r604OmIm2opa4W3hcGjZllEGMcxCHR0/s200/ssc_0275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237789638514676610" border="0" /></a></p> </div>Tania Zulkoskeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14724598183462540223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4552691154527108260.post-54892613013955352082008-08-23T14:21:00.009-04:002008-08-23T15:02:26.384-04:00Capturing the Story: “With CES help I can do it”<div class="entry-content"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9AEf1GF39DEGEx0-_LsPTYoeqSwuq1q_Bl9K2ecDUmq2IrW8cE9dJvlp8KXzbKTNwrCfVO3M-7SGZKbBwK6KqPQVTFRrIqHqHhlyl7C4HLlQL04EzRE4hOlxdYGnjWCxv3OyxvhRhyphenhyphenye-/s1600-h/ssc_0196.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9AEf1GF39DEGEx0-_LsPTYoeqSwuq1q_Bl9K2ecDUmq2IrW8cE9dJvlp8KXzbKTNwrCfVO3M-7SGZKbBwK6KqPQVTFRrIqHqHhlyl7C4HLlQL04EzRE4hOlxdYGnjWCxv3OyxvhRhyphenhyphenye-/s200/ssc_0196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237790317245347090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">At the next school, I met an remarkably bright and articulate young man that</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> CES is sponsoring. The Director of studies proudly shared tha</span><span style="font-size:100%;">t he is the “Head Boy” of the school. The Head Boy has additional responsibilities of helping organize the lessons, the other students and the class rooms which requires early morning attendance at the school. This br</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ight 18 year old boy was in Form 4 and stated he wanted to be a lawyer or a judge. “I want to make</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> it to Canada, with CES help I can do it” he exclaimed. During the interview he told me that he was from a family of four and when his father died his sister had to drop out of school. “I would have had to too if CES didn’t help me.” He remembers his mother confining in him how bad it would be for his sister to drop out of school because the risk of poverty </span><span style="font-size:100%;">was worse for girls. M</span><span style="font-size:100%;">iraculously, though, she</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> managed to complete her school work but now remains at home because of debt to the school and friends.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjapknw4dTzuAyzyWHvDft-WgZJb-dYKuALu0AnOgHakv_0wsU_63SGFnq-2mlIVVXGHosQJlJzmqMHbeZOF6nLbnWstwp85-nKkdfnWe44LqKbb7aZPUJy4gFEw8sa6Lej3AfzErKBRYv3/s1600-h/ssc_0183.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjapknw4dTzuAyzyWHvDft-WgZJb-dYKuALu0AnOgHakv_0wsU_63SGFnq-2mlIVVXGHosQJlJzmqMHbeZOF6nLbnWstwp85-nKkdfnWe44LqKbb7aZPUJy4gFEw8sa6Lej3AfzErKBRYv3/s200/ssc_0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237790323905005186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">The Head boy shared with me his dreams, “I want to stay focused because my dream is to come to Canada. I know I will go to University because of your (CES) help. I don’t want to roam around in Kakamega after my Form 4.” With</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> such conviction, focused hard work and </span><span style="font-size:100%;">determination, I have no doubt that he will succeed in whatever path he chooses. After our talk he introduced me to the other students and we began using with the camera I brought and the one I gave to him for the photography project. The other students were playful and at th</span><span style="font-size:100%;">e same time, very respectful of their guest.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwCV-pHhDPZYiX4dY-JEes36QarRArTgYL1jgnQ2A-fw1OTVo9-0iNyAiUkInP5GPt4dXzDB6xjFEZxdocib9CJoEZnhpnlZY2T8oRYqvi-2ma2_DxdSBGzYlzmwpcNKyWl_03h0gZTIr3/s1600-h/ssc_0309.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwCV-pHhDPZYiX4dY-JEes36QarRArTgYL1jgnQ2A-fw1OTVo9-0iNyAiUkInP5GPt4dXzDB6xjFEZxdocib9CJoEZnhpnlZY2T8oRYqvi-2ma2_DxdSBGzYlzmwpcNKyWl_03h0gZTIr3/s200/ssc_0309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237790334115893890" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5d08dwv9ZevqXXZHNU2qwcKUM9oL2AeD_A-K9ynz7aNZuCKInt4tjjsUTlsDPiJGYf1gXcrVDRXh3siQ9dLRt2Bq5ZDrIe3MEJVXhwzwx_megqdcNZf2xcR2T-tBCRthwMljU5mnKpI3B/s1600-h/ssc_0195.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5d08dwv9ZevqXXZHNU2qwcKUM9oL2AeD_A-K9ynz7aNZuCKInt4tjjsUTlsDPiJGYf1gXcrVDRXh3siQ9dLRt2Bq5ZDrIe3MEJVXhwzwx_megqdcNZf2xcR2T-tBCRthwMljU5mnKpI3B/s200/ssc_0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237790337177808834" border="0" /></a></p> </div>Tania Zulkoskeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14724598183462540223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4552691154527108260.post-69383629167737164692008-08-23T14:21:00.008-04:002008-08-23T14:57:28.832-04:00Capturing the Story: On the front lines<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilMU0tOGn0fkL0eqnXiFiimQ_cyT4X2k0sQFL-7P-emOHwytynb94fkI4xxl_MrNhfUza7tQ2Da-_dm9iOZQh0YiRSmr0E_uBVTbDH7-IHOALkyUBlZNYGOa_2JnRcynYek0EH9PgGvZpi/s1600-h/muslim-school-097.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilMU0tOGn0fkL0eqnXiFiimQ_cyT4X2k0sQFL-7P-emOHwytynb94fkI4xxl_MrNhfUza7tQ2Da-_dm9iOZQh0YiRSmr0E_uBVTbDH7-IHOALkyUBlZNYGOa_2JnRcynYek0EH9PgGvZpi/s200/muslim-school-097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237788973064112066" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:100%;">When I met with only the educators at the first school, we sat around a table and they spoke about ho</span><span style="font-size:100%;">w grateful they were of CES sponsorship and wondered how other youth co</span><span style="font-size:100%;">uld access the program. We had a candid discussion about how great the gap is between resources and need, and what can sometimes be seen as “the deserving poor.” It was a real eye opener as the questions they had and the areas they needed the most</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> support in was dealing with the absolute poverty their students face. We were able to explore what could b</span><span style="font-size:100%;">e useful in working with their students, and in particular, the ones that needed the extra understanding for not completing their homework. We explored how trauma, and in particular the recent experience following the post-election violence affects people. We discussed how the teachers could support each other and the students simply </span><span style="font-size:100%;">by talking and listening to one another’s experiences. </span><div class="entry-content"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB1Uvqcv6zrwPAK3-Xr-o0gWGTQf4mcZgCfiZ7RQIuBbm-OjHNCjobWh_qtSfGQXEbXQol6u3aimqCrAxKZmAtT2PnCSqDrnX_OFosR8R9Fl2rWkHs3V0q8YAB7bM4S0gM1mfqT5xWHUqV/s1600-h/4-muslim-252.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB1Uvqcv6zrwPAK3-Xr-o0gWGTQf4mcZgCfiZ7RQIuBbm-OjHNCjobWh_qtSfGQXEbXQol6u3aimqCrAxKZmAtT2PnCSqDrnX_OFosR8R9Fl2rWkHs3V0q8YAB7bM4S0gM1mfqT5xWHUqV/s200/4-muslim-252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237788973507484754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">Although there was also a real interest in immigration policies and procedures, as well as multiple requests for e</span><span style="font-size:100%;">mployment contacts in Canada, I understood this li</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ne of questioning as coming from a feeling of helplessness in the face of such poverty. It also represented a cultural/generational</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> difference in the mode by which information is transferred: word-of-mouth networking vs. the Internet.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi09pgw8LfBa0iQj55xCMxXg3rGYHqQA7yolnni_1AVaoR7Px-N6Z2iDrQmRukFyz1Wu162s8Iw7RAuXSXeVtBUYibSYibr7pKgOe74QbDRgSfrBdF6Izx6scymIIbVaKB35IHg1CD0iOpc/s1600-h/4-muslim-367.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi09pgw8LfBa0iQj55xCMxXg3rGYHqQA7yolnni_1AVaoR7Px-N6Z2iDrQmRukFyz1Wu162s8Iw7RAuXSXeVtBUYibSYibr7pKgOe74QbDRgSfrBdF6Izx6scymIIbVaKB35IHg1CD0iOpc/s200/4-muslim-367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237788976251579954" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">The educators at the school were committed to their students and their questions were impressive in their desire to help those especially disadvantaged.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSiQbjSZ4AlioCKiHpGjItuaMziG4B_chHIviF_3jUAoerGO4IYaM34kxNCEOYwflWu8ObZQuX_88ovnsFmEr4QPPrRO4Qx5kbhUFKQLJ4FK-2vzf2vTMcurIPn5PG7-cIkYPW-iDRlLCG/s1600-h/4-muslim-383.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSiQbjSZ4AlioCKiHpGjItuaMziG4B_chHIviF_3jUAoerGO4IYaM34kxNCEOYwflWu8ObZQuX_88ovnsFmEr4QPPrRO4Qx5kbhUFKQLJ4FK-2vzf2vTMcurIPn5PG7-cIkYPW-iDRlLCG/s200/4-muslim-383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237788978165388898" border="0" /></a></p> </div>Tania Zulkoskeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14724598183462540223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4552691154527108260.post-60869693086345075412008-08-23T14:21:00.006-04:002008-08-23T14:54:35.396-04:00Capturing the Story: The Project<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPW0d_U8nCeQOwr0bkEcHFBvUW2-mWHD2OGPrM__cbTVq6YMgu1VqJbRAvBdfY9P4SUsCbt848N6ariWMuYgImiXvLvACAMX4Q7Eez61PVbPnNGZjG7UP-sTfV8sMNxhGRV9Xmo9oy3vN7/s1600-h/muslim-school-094.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPW0d_U8nCeQOwr0bkEcHFBvUW2-mWHD2OGPrM__cbTVq6YMgu1VqJbRAvBdfY9P4SUsCbt848N6ariWMuYgImiXvLvACAMX4Q7Eez61PVbPnNGZjG7UP-sTfV8sMNxhGRV9Xmo9oy3vN7/s200/muslim-school-094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237787714604370962" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">The realities of living</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> as an orphan c</span><span style="font-size:100%;">hild or as one affected by HIV</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> / Aids are rarely if at any time, documented through the eyes of that child. The purpose </span><span style="font-size:100%;">of </span><span style="font-size:100%;">this project is to give the youth the opportunity and, more importan</span><span style="font-size:100%;">tly, the resources for the youth to tell their own stories. Using reflection to build</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> insight is therapeutically usefu</span><span style="font-size:100%;">l for</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> processing grief, loss and trauma, especially when youth find it hard to find the words to express such emotions. As a therapist, I have found that not only is it useful to have creative tools to connect with people, but that it is paramount that such ventures are done with ethics and respons</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ibility. Working with marginalized and</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> disenfranchised populations requires an awareness of how privilege, class, and culture influence the process. </span><div class="entry-content"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlvSXgqQlY0TpqjxqjUEZIA21vkx-_z2uXfko84x0ARiPw6-5imQIIKSaVeOd7QYfFRogfKGFc3WHdNpOWEZumD69ou7YNe2ZUpWxL1mxw_W4LJ79eRuZ5S6G4puvOAMzzBUfuEbmLEyo7/s1600-h/muslim-school-075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlvSXgqQlY0TpqjxqjUEZIA21vkx-_z2uXfko84x0ARiPw6-5imQIIKSaVeOd7QYfFRogfKGFc3WHdNpOWEZumD69ou7YNe2ZUpWxL1mxw_W4LJ79eRuZ5S6G4puvOAMzzBUfuEbmLEyo7/s200/muslim-school-075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237787715028253074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">When I arrived at my first school, a Muslim school in Kakamega, I met two of CES sponsored students. With the curiosity of the other students I tried </span><span style="font-size:100%;">to create a therapeutic atm</span><span style="font-size:100%;">osphere as much as possible, </span><span style="font-size:100%;">giving the students the choice to meet privately with </span><span style="font-size:100%;">me or not. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGaNXc5oM5NymMcPXfFfoDG2PA3keDFp18WsMTBheTWUde-BDEqWhONl8Z5PZ4RwHsg5HnKH09XjGK8BrdQcA3ofm8D11bl_eXq7Jrnh0wKTiDa9GbDLtlAHUpAZbB0k48mJgiWmzCTgNe/s1600-h/4-muslim-267.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGaNXc5oM5NymMcPXfFfoDG2PA3keDFp18WsMTBheTWUde-BDEqWhONl8Z5PZ4RwHsg5HnKH09XjGK8BrdQcA3ofm8D11bl_eXq7Jrnh0wKTiDa9GbDLtlAHUpAZbB0k48mJgiWmzCTgNe/s200/4-muslim-267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237787715504804946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">A quiet seventeen year old girl sat with me under the shade of a tree in the school yard. Unsure of what I wanted from her, she listened and hesitated before answering my</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> questions. Describing being from a family of ten she also spoke about aspirations of becoming a doctor or a</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> nurse. Never had she used a camera before. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYiWRSrL7mSDRlYmJpwqT_QNkdXKrEO8WQ5MK_sbyVKhBpZNWJRAXnYdhZR9t3Z3AXVxpHwMpjfXPZFF7p-z72UHi5WmuBM0sFoGnf3kwX3xfpByRFNglRhWsS-6DnvFkMXz_o16b7HYLG/s1600-h/4-muslim-368.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYiWRSrL7mSDRlYmJpwqT_QNkdXKrEO8WQ5MK_sbyVKhBpZNWJRAXnYdhZR9t3Z3AXVxpHwMpjfXPZFF7p-z72UHi5WmuBM0sFoGnf3kwX3xfpByRFNglRhWsS-6DnvFkMXz_o16b7HYLG/s200/4-muslim-368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237787718574992770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">The same was for the shy twenty-one year old who was also in Form four (grade 12). He had ne</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ver used a camera before either but he was willing to try and take some of t</span><span style="font-size:100%;">he photographs suggested. However, w</span><span style="font-size:100%;">hen we talked about school he expressed that he had difficulty getting</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> to school because he was exhausted. He shared that he had to get up at 4:00am in order to walk two hours to school in the dark in order to arrive on time. He described that on some days he has barely slept and is too tired to attend. After school and the long walk home, he has chores and household duties that he is responsible for. We talked about</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> what type of photo could represent this experience and he was reassured that it would be okay if he could not complete the task. I could understand and connect with what he was sharing, and it was hard to fight the wish to buy him a bicycle. He also shared that he wanted to be a secondary school teach</span><span style="font-size:100%;">er to help othe</span><span style="font-size:100%;">rs.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1714dwD-6EViutKSSi_pj5GD8FLQ60uSLovLr38BH8KdeMv8sKm1j5l47YzkGCrZ8Iw0yRm95HqciXFZI32MrU0HmKozAQ83_8uA1OhmfxPV1srvkrtnCVC_tqtfiVbMcDShF4Tu_vV4J/s1600-h/muslim-020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1714dwD-6EViutKSSi_pj5GD8FLQ60uSLovLr38BH8KdeMv8sKm1j5l47YzkGCrZ8Iw0yRm95HqciXFZI32MrU0HmKozAQ83_8uA1OhmfxPV1srvkrtnCVC_tqtfiVbMcDShF4Tu_vV4J/s200/muslim-020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237787743168439858" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6BgpsxRqoshw5Cm7PfiOyYx2K91xxXjnbdeccmYRcYnfER3QaoZJ8JImS9nfzh6lyDpDnY7PM2R8uwXo3fjqVKjqLRi3IheFj56xTJiHUhARESWn0M5kkl5PH9cCtQFVKQ-JEY3goRD8y/s1600-h/4-muslim-399.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6BgpsxRqoshw5Cm7PfiOyYx2K91xxXjnbdeccmYRcYnfER3QaoZJ8JImS9nfzh6lyDpDnY7PM2R8uwXo3fjqVKjqLRi3IheFj56xTJiHUhARESWn0M5kkl5PH9cCtQFVKQ-JEY3goRD8y/s200/4-muslim-399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237787863234811554" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSg-AGepQWYuoYm0nvweeRYEuGFqK49VHIgfphB9HV58GekWPqCaXx7E1fXmr1IjhAWPF6_7YBmCaiuaCMszsnZhhifh5zzQC946OA8Qf5yQIjqWPCPO4y8tMUVCZ8YxD8Fg7a4Usenk9o/s1600-h/4-muslim-277.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSg-AGepQWYuoYm0nvweeRYEuGFqK49VHIgfphB9HV58GekWPqCaXx7E1fXmr1IjhAWPF6_7YBmCaiuaCMszsnZhhifh5zzQC946OA8Qf5yQIjqWPCPO4y8tMUVCZ8YxD8Fg7a4Usenk9o/s200/4-muslim-277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237787886094710498" border="0" /></a></p> </div>Tania Zulkoskeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14724598183462540223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4552691154527108260.post-71910083182364908772008-08-23T14:20:00.002-04:002008-08-23T14:49:58.743-04:00Capturing the Story: The Proposal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfKM0Zom4ni4PLjRJ73XvUqKv2-yTeFcvNerAA782ejMFt769ubE5KRERPLDnWcQtcKi65_sZumSVuwXm4lBV8dNVpaU5p6i46qw0eA2BWfaeh_SJML7rZAKAqeUVoEqQFJhvYueuo1b4/s1600-h/muslim-school-084.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfKM0Zom4ni4PLjRJ73XvUqKv2-yTeFcvNerAA782ejMFt769ubE5KRERPLDnWcQtcKi65_sZumSVuwXm4lBV8dNVpaU5p6i46qw0eA2BWfaeh_SJML7rZAKAqeUVoEqQFJhvYueuo1b4/s200/muslim-school-084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237786381425032354" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">School begins on May 5, but there are students in classes already. Tuition is the practice of covering material that isn’t</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> covered during the regula</span><span style="font-size:100%;">r te</span><span style="font-size:100%;">rm over the holidays. You have to pay extra fees to attend and both students and teachers give up their holidays to </span><span style="font-size:100%;">prepare for the national exams. In Kakamega, one of the first schools I visited had wooden desks and black paint on the wall to make a chalk board. There was no electricity</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> or running water but the broken-glass windows provided bright rays of sunlight. The kitchen consisted of two fires fed by huge logs over which </span><span style="font-size:100%;">lunch cooked in two pots. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">The supply cabinet had rolled up maps and one book for each teacher. The students had one small scribbler each. Not to go unnoticed, were the flowers around the school and the curious murmurs from the students about the mzungu (white person) that was visit</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ing.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="entry-content"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTJbXs-KeXtft_E9wCuEbKq-B2x53kUdBzuGVSYtZQeA01Ibv8KfERScJnsk738GD8zJE72JJCyGRZItIzh9pswxlk_pLS7NbS2WR_JNKP0M6pV0FHcAikEficcz45z8AVN39hEZiijnYN/s1600-h/csc_0149.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTJbXs-KeXtft_E9wCuEbKq-B2x53kUdBzuGVSYtZQeA01Ibv8KfERScJnsk738GD8zJE72JJCyGRZItIzh9pswxlk_pLS7NbS2WR_JNKP0M6pV0FHcAikEficcz45z8AVN39hEZiijnYN/s200/csc_0149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237786268802093762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">“Karibu” is “welcome” in Swahili and it is more than just a saying. When you hear karibu, tenderne</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ss and caring is conveyed in its intonation. When I walked </span><span style="font-size:100%;">onto the first school yard, one of thirteen that CES has sponsored students at</span><span style="font-size:100%;">, the principle and educators invited me in with the traditional Kenyan way, “karibu”. I learned </span><span style="font-size:100%;">about the similarities of the Kenyan and Canadian school system, high scho</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ol being four years, with the grades referred to as “form one to form four.” Many of the staff were familiar with the geography of Canada, easily naming capital cities and happy to share their teaching time with me. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsK5dK1zWaDaQmtOf5uUkQ4dR9RN7zxPxn_slQeZ-QNOtwgwqBgspLn1xnzwOZBcPPE8O21oTMMHFn05CNHx09IgBaMoJGu0L97ZphQhPjf7TBpKXEj__x3FEGCPRHkYBtA07WA9FpBm6q/s1600-h/4-muslim-380.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsK5dK1zWaDaQmtOf5uUkQ4dR9RN7zxPxn_slQeZ-QNOtwgwqBgspLn1xnzwOZBcPPE8O21oTMMHFn05CNHx09IgBaMoJGu0L97ZphQhPjf7TBpKXEj__x3FEGCPRHkYBtA07WA9FpBm6q/s200/4-muslim-380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237786511138687090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">All of the Form 3 and 4’s (grades 11 and 12) were brought together to discuss ideas of healthy relationships. Integrity, faithfulness, humility, trustworthy, caring, the list was long of what they wanted in an ideal relationship. The young men and women equally identified healthy char</span><span style="font-size:100%;">acteristics</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> and although they spoke quiet and shyly, it was an opp</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ortunity for both of us to learn about each other. “Are you engaged?” one sharp young man from the back called out. “Are you proposing?” I answered and the class roared with laughter. We also expl</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ored unhealthy relationship characteristics which led to a discussion about quarreling, conflict and stress. This created the segway to talk about some ideas of communicating compassionately as well as how to be aware of our judgments. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl9ZMX8f8DicfyLNWda4HnHjuDlLnUz6EvGqTBV711ohjrF-xvL-By81FMmuTYausFX50Qnr3hV6N6FDD5F3oA-PmzpQbJT1-xfr_1rEHoAJYEPko1_LBJGStIjW2xZC0a-jYe7BQ61t2c/s1600-h/muslim-school-082.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl9ZMX8f8DicfyLNWda4HnHjuDlLnUz6EvGqTBV711ohjrF-xvL-By81FMmuTYausFX50Qnr3hV6N6FDD5F3oA-PmzpQbJT1-xfr_1rEHoAJYEPko1_LBJGStIjW2xZC0a-jYe7BQ61t2c/s200/muslim-school-082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237786645784731154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">Using photographs we explored feelings and expressions and the students then asked questions about Canada. We all had another laugh</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> when I mistakenly misheard one student comment that Canada had “witch doctors.” Trying to be sensitive to the inquiry, I asked what she mean</span><span style="font-size:100%;">t by witch doctors and more laughter ensued. I finally understood they meant rich doctors. At least it led to a discussion of the privileges Canadians have and our free public health system. What captured the moment, however, was the look the students gave the principal when they learnt the length of the Canadian school day. They are expected to be in school by 6am and in class f</span><span style="font-size:100%;">rom 8am to 4pm with only two short breaks!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEEvjRxYiwXvYmzVwGoflB84gWco1eIyxzlG8AABUmHzDIvqqW4K_HjJHNmJ5VayvnY8Vo7pEluS52FIVttmldp6VvsZtvyuP_XvDAMWUu19ZckOH0yAWy_ERIF2x-AxLrlWa_vNDHnrfz/s1600-h/muslim-school-100.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEEvjRxYiwXvYmzVwGoflB84gWco1eIyxzlG8AABUmHzDIvqqW4K_HjJHNmJ5VayvnY8Vo7pEluS52FIVttmldp6VvsZtvyuP_XvDAMWUu19ZckOH0yAWy_ERIF2x-AxLrlWa_vNDHnrfz/s200/muslim-school-100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237786860288176946" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM1JGYcVxR4mj9sBIV6v7Lhd3kVksPJNmwTk0fD8YFmJVc8OE2vXekvD5RhKsxBBbZsV3v2Kj7HRZa0y-r6_ifm8lMP9MXM_-ZF9ijLZZsMZPjeX9D6K68tEU-SIZ3kt8qcVdAzyff23Fb/s1600-h/4-muslim-377.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM1JGYcVxR4mj9sBIV6v7Lhd3kVksPJNmwTk0fD8YFmJVc8OE2vXekvD5RhKsxBBbZsV3v2Kj7HRZa0y-r6_ifm8lMP9MXM_-ZF9ijLZZsMZPjeX9D6K68tEU-SIZ3kt8qcVdAzyff23Fb/s200/4-muslim-377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237787060350139714" border="0" /></a></p> </div>Tania Zulkoskeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14724598183462540223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4552691154527108260.post-60188612761371068972008-08-23T14:19:00.003-04:002008-08-23T14:43:58.436-04:00Capturing the Story: Karibu<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3uM8p2NQKlIqQOVoC6tcCwb3bwRb0nlKVmIGG2riNCWEDS-5vHJss39RcUOIwPbf9I4EYS14v6yhA2K-91aer1F3KUx351Cw9WO_0M88Qs2opr4KGrC-s5NYvit-Z9l1vMM5D-bPv7j1/s1600-h/photo-tania.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3uM8p2NQKlIqQOVoC6tcCwb3bwRb0nlKVmIGG2riNCWEDS-5vHJss39RcUOIwPbf9I4EYS14v6yhA2K-91aer1F3KUx351Cw9WO_0M88Qs2opr4KGrC-s5NYvit-Z9l1vMM5D-bPv7j1/s320/photo-tania.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237784705946106994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">My dream of going to Kenya began nearly 20 years ago after meeting Miriam at a refuge shelter where I was a summer camp leader. Miriam had just arrived from Kenya along with her mo</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ther. Miriam t</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ouched my heart in many ways while we stumbled and laughed through the summer, talking, playing games and going to see the movie “The Lion</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> King.” – which unbeknownst at the time was my first lesson in Swahili! Meeting this kindred spirit, I began to learn abou</span><span style="font-size:100%;">t the wonderful kindness and good naturedness of the Kenyan people.</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size:100%;">When I arrived in Kakamega on April19, 08, I heard a man ask me,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> “</span><span style="font-size:100%;">Are you </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Ca</span><span style="font-size:100%;">nadian?” I turned around and ther</span><span style="font-size:100%;">e was a smiling Mr. Malik </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Khaemba and Mr. Ben Udot</span><span style="font-size:100%;">o. Karibu </span><span style="font-size:100%;">(welcome). Haba</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ri gani? </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Nzuri. It is great to be here and I am happy t</span><span style="font-size:100%;">o call Kakamega my home for awhile. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">(These photos were taken in the Masai Mara National Reserve, Kenya’s world-renowned wildlife reserve.)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioGmd7HwlkrWqGONSGeh2OP3fNYDCDgRk8ZNsXvE0nYsuEHgdh3IbNTQsHNat47bzvAcRbMVSYmPP0LqlHMCpXdPeWTQ0w0fscUfDIKSU9BOoiGFFUgH6JycjWTxsumxQasWgt6K2YBjv9/s1600-h/mara-783.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioGmd7HwlkrWqGONSGeh2OP3fNYDCDgRk8ZNsXvE0nYsuEHgdh3IbNTQsHNat47bzvAcRbMVSYmPP0LqlHMCpXdPeWTQ0w0fscUfDIKSU9BOoiGFFUgH6JycjWTxsumxQasWgt6K2YBjv9/s200/mara-783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237785380568001938" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4zXw1-jEHo4m6dUQslKgBFI2eL9gUzd65-Tq4K0wY7-K-VlH2VmFRethQZHh9kO2wjA7GSRSLftGdjeI9hmI-dbwG26Jg8pb8UDmw3v5sNijkReaUH9w67zRASjEOq65olhttCfCNE_vS/s1600-h/mara-785.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4zXw1-jEHo4m6dUQslKgBFI2eL9gUzd65-Tq4K0wY7-K-VlH2VmFRethQZHh9kO2wjA7GSRSLftGdjeI9hmI-dbwG26Jg8pb8UDmw3v5sNijkReaUH9w67zRASjEOq65olhttCfCNE_vS/s200/mara-785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237785444532500578" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyqRbV23BT0scYpKF318Br9antauwf-OdTg55fnJCO6Dbs1MSpKfo_SpCMW4OyvIoNE1Q0EP2vQh0DaRTAflJo6s58CLEG0ijnx6v1WT_u-lROElg4T4Z8hQEhEllD9imG9MvGZLM7RB2z/s1600-h/mara-791.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyqRbV23BT0scYpKF318Br9antauwf-OdTg55fnJCO6Dbs1MSpKfo_SpCMW4OyvIoNE1Q0EP2vQh0DaRTAflJo6s58CLEG0ijnx6v1WT_u-lROElg4T4Z8hQEhEllD9imG9MvGZLM7RB2z/s200/mara-791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237785215234649906" border="0" /></a></p>Tania Zulkoskeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14724598183462540223noreply@blogger.com0