mercredi 6 janvier 2010
Open Ur Eyes
Open your damn eyes
Listen to these cries
Can’t you discover the lies?
I saw no peace
Just dead bodies
Where are human rights?
They’re cut to damn slices
Behind children and mothers’ tears
There is an ocean of fears
Can’t you just notice?
That behind the smile
There’s a daemon’s face
Wanna scream all my power
Why the hell
Giving this poisoned flower
Hearing only promises
And seeing no acts
We see no damn solutions
Just big explosions
This is Halloween 4 these kids
But with real monsters
With real daemons
Where are governments
Where are countries leaders
While families are exterminated
They’re sitting
Listening to opera music
Where the hell is your heart?
Did he run away?
Because of your damn character
Where is the peace
All I see is an ocean of fears
Will they give up?
No, no. They will never do
Cause that’s what
Their education says
Never! Never leave your country
Cause it’s the only place
That will hug you
Even with bloody hands
Fight! Fight! Even with losing life
Don’t care of the peace of noble price
Cause it’s just a bomb
With candles’ colours
Open your damn eyes
Listen to these cries
Can’t you discover the lies?
I saw no peace
Just dead bodies
Where are human rights?
They’re cut to damn slices
Yeah! That’s all…
Open your damn eyes
Listen to these cries
Can’t you discover the lies?
I saw no peace
Just dead bodies
Where are human rights?
They’re cut to damn slices
Behind children and mothers’ tears
There is an ocean of fears
Can’t you just notice?
That behind the smile
There’s a daemon’s face
Wanna scream all my power
Why the hell
Giving this poisoned flower
Hearing only promises
And seeing no acts
We see no damn solutions
Just big explosions
This is Halloween 4 these kids
But with real monsters
With real daemons
Where are governments
Where are countries leaders
While families are exterminated
They’re sitting
Listening to opera music
Where the hell is your heart?
Did he run away?
Because of your damn character
Where is the peace
All I see is an ocean of fears
Will they give up?
No, no. They will never do
Cause that’s what
Their education says
Never! Never leave your country
Cause it’s the only place
That will hug you
Even with bloody hands
Fight! Fight! Even with losing life
Don’t care of the peace of noble price
Cause it’s just a bomb
With candles’ colours
Open your damn eyes
Listen to these cries
Can’t you discover the lies?
I saw no peace
Just dead bodies
Where are human rights?
They’re cut to damn slices
Yeah! That’s all…
mardi 24 novembre 2009
Outing Brings Smiles
Breaking the classroom routine is something new for our Access students. We walked from school to a nearby café. On our way, we were chatting and discussing little issues. At the café, students were at ease drinking coffee, talking, and imparting their personal secrets. The tone at the café was friendly and I and my colleague took the chance to ask our lovely students to write something about Access Program and the change it brought into their lives.
We were definitely overwhelmed by their strong statements full of innocent thinking and by the strong command of English. I believe it’s the effect of a friendly atmosphere characterized by low inhibitions and high self esteem.
We were definitely overwhelmed by their strong statements full of innocent thinking and by the strong command of English. I believe it’s the effect of a friendly atmosphere characterized by low inhibitions and high self esteem.
lundi 13 juillet 2009
Lavender Song
Lavender Blue Dilly Dilly
Lavender Green
When I am King Dilly Dilly
You will be Queen
Roses are Red Dilly Dilly
Violets are Blue
Say you Love me Dilly Dilly
Like I love you
Lavender Blue Dilly Dilly
Lavender Green
When you are King Dilly Dilly
I will be Queen
Roses are Red Dilly Dilly
Violets are Blue
Do you Love me Dilly Dilly
Like I love you ?
Dedicated to All Ouedzem Access 2 Students
Hopefully Lekbir,
Ouedzem July13th, 2009
jeudi 2 juillet 2009
The Homeless
In the corner of an empty city
He sits
Conversing with the wind
That sweeps the streets
He fills the atmosphere with pain
The sky turns gray
And sadly it begins to rain
Written by Tansaoui Lekbir, February2nd, 20o7, early morning, Cafe Aniba, Ouedzem
jeudi 18 juin 2009
At 104, She Was Still 'Classy'
At 104, She Was Still 'Classy'
Clarice Morant made promises — and she kept them. Like the promise she made to keep her brother and sister out of a nursing home. It didn't matter that Clarice Morant — who was better known by her nickname, Classy — was more than 100 years old.
In a 2006 NPR interview, she said the promise kept her going.
"I made a promise to the Lord," she explained. "If he give me the health, the strength, the life to do for them, take care of them, keep them from going in a home, I would do it. And as long as he give it to me, I will give it to them."
So she fed and bathed her brother and sister. She was a tiny woman, but she lifted, pulled and dressed them. There were other caregivers in the brick row house they shared in Washington, D.C. But at nighttime, it was just Morant, her sister — Rozzie Laney, who was bedridden and dying of Alzheimer's — and her brother, Ira Barber, who'd had a stroke and had dementia.
Everett Barber, Clarice Morant's nephew, laughs gently when he remembers another promise: "One of the things that Classy made me promise with her is that she said, 'I will tell you when I am unable to take care of your father or I'm unable for him to stay here, and only then will you do something else.' So that was our agreement."
Morant was 102 when her brother died at the age of 96.
"She was all about providing whatever care they needed and never thought about, really, what her needs were and never complained about it. It was really remarkable," says Monica Thomas, a social worker with the Washington Hospital Center's Medical House Call Program, which provided health care for Morant's brother and sister.
"She had wonderfully, wonderfully expressive eyes — that you could see the determination and will and strength in her eyes," Thomas adds.
When her sister died, on the last day of last year, Morant was 104. Then, in the empty house, she started to wear down. This week, family gathered from around the country for Morant's funeral — and to thank her one more time for keeping her promises.
click here to listen to the story.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=105560988
Related NPR Stories
Clarice Morant made promises — and she kept them. Like the promise she made to keep her brother and sister out of a nursing home. It didn't matter that Clarice Morant — who was better known by her nickname, Classy — was more than 100 years old.
In a 2006 NPR interview, she said the promise kept her going.
"I made a promise to the Lord," she explained. "If he give me the health, the strength, the life to do for them, take care of them, keep them from going in a home, I would do it. And as long as he give it to me, I will give it to them."
So she fed and bathed her brother and sister. She was a tiny woman, but she lifted, pulled and dressed them. There were other caregivers in the brick row house they shared in Washington, D.C. But at nighttime, it was just Morant, her sister — Rozzie Laney, who was bedridden and dying of Alzheimer's — and her brother, Ira Barber, who'd had a stroke and had dementia.
Everett Barber, Clarice Morant's nephew, laughs gently when he remembers another promise: "One of the things that Classy made me promise with her is that she said, 'I will tell you when I am unable to take care of your father or I'm unable for him to stay here, and only then will you do something else.' So that was our agreement."
Morant was 102 when her brother died at the age of 96.
"She was all about providing whatever care they needed and never thought about, really, what her needs were and never complained about it. It was really remarkable," says Monica Thomas, a social worker with the Washington Hospital Center's Medical House Call Program, which provided health care for Morant's brother and sister.
"She had wonderfully, wonderfully expressive eyes — that you could see the determination and will and strength in her eyes," Thomas adds.
When her sister died, on the last day of last year, Morant was 104. Then, in the empty house, she started to wear down. This week, family gathered from around the country for Morant's funeral — and to thank her one more time for keeping her promises.
click here to listen to the story.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=105560988
Related NPR Stories
mardi 9 juin 2009
A Toy Hero.
Nothing is for certain.
Nothing is for sure.
Till they close the curtain.
TVs often lie
Heroes often die.
And that's why.
No need to cry.
*************
Dreams are stolen
No music of Beethoven
Every day, i scrutinize faces
Behaviors,i see no wind of change
I am tired and sick of being tired and sick;
Seeing walls without a brick!!
***************
Walls are without a brick.
Minds are without a trick.
Only the tired and the sick.
Nothing is for certain ,nothing is for sure.
Freestyle Produced by;Elkhdar.Ms,USA.2007&Edited in 2009.Copyrights reserved.
Nothing is for sure.
Till they close the curtain.
TVs often lie
Heroes often die.
And that's why.
No need to cry.
*************
Dreams are stolen
No music of Beethoven
Every day, i scrutinize faces
Behaviors,i see no wind of change
I am tired and sick of being tired and sick;
Seeing walls without a brick!!
***************
Walls are without a brick.
Minds are without a trick.
Only the tired and the sick.
Nothing is for certain ,nothing is for sure.
Freestyle Produced by;Elkhdar.Ms,USA.2007&Edited in 2009.Copyrights reserved.
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