Friday, April 18, 2014
To the Office of UN – High Commissioner for Refugees, Switzerland, Geneva.
Subject: Arbitrary arrest and deportation of refugees in Nairobi (more…)
We are like microorganisms
in a dry riverbed. The Earth, the wind
and our native countries unite to persecute us.
Our countries dispose of us, the earth broils us
and the wind blows us away, de-graded
and traumatized. We have no allies. We only
have U, beloved UNHCR. Life is wind erosion,
Life is dispersing us like dust.
Lucky citizens of the world, if you have
time to breathe today, or go to the beach,
I beg you to look out for us. We are always there
blowing in the wind or sinking in boats
from across your golden beaches.
By Awet Andemicael
Last year, I conducted research for UNHCR (available online at http://www.unhcr.org/4def858a9.html), which suggests that artistic activity often plays a powerful positive role in the lives of refugees living in camps, and can help them survive and even thrive emotionally, spiritually, and physically. (more…)
By Rwanda Gasabo
One day, a rich father took his son on a trip. He wanted to show him how refugees can be. They spent time in the camp of these poor refugee families. On their way home, he asked his son, “Did you see how they are? What have you learnt, son?” The son said, “We have got a pool, they have got a seasonal river with a fantastic name, “LAGGA”. We have lanterns which come on at night but most of them have stars. Daddy one thing is very funny, we buy food, but they queue while some are beaten to receive theirs for free every two weeks. We have walls to protect us; they have friends around their thatched houses. Look! We have encyclopedias, they have The Bible.” And he added, “Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we might be…”
“It does not take much to be a refugee, simply your belief, education, political opinion, or residence in a mineral rich area.”
It’s not about what you have or don’t have, it’s about who you are. Who takes care of refugees? God, which is where their identity is.
Poles, ropes and nails,
UNHCR’s definition of a home.
No materials for a door,
Leave alone a latrine.
By Maketh Ajak
Girl pounding grains in a mortar
Droves off doves pecking at the bran
With a pestle.
There’s no ration,
For birds from World Food Program.
By Torben Ulrik Nissen, Jesper Lorentz Bertelsen and a KANERE reporter.
Art on the Run is a project supported by the Danish Centre for Culture and Development. Danish artists arrived in Kakuma on March 21st and left on April 6th, 2011. During their stay, the Art on the Run team shared their experiences with a welcoming and enthusiastic refugee community. The artists met with KANERE journalists, artists, refugees and humanitarian Agencies (more…)
It is the crack of the giant
of a giant country waiting to fall apart
the clear street of leer town
shaded by neem and leer trees
lined along its highways (more…)
Life full of threats
friends are stupid
law was bridged
justice denied (more…)
Five decades of war
Millions of people lost life
Birds and wild animals feed on
Both old and young suffered in pain
The blood of the innocents flows to the rivers
Let the few liberate for the freedom
No more bloodshed. (more…)