The Kid's Talk Radio Show

Kid's Talk Radio Projects from Africa

Kid's talk show — Mon, 22 Oct 2007 19:43:03 GMT

If you want to learn more about Africa and share some fun projects with your students you have come to the right place. We have two wonderful new links: PBS: Africa for Kids and Ancient Africa for Kids are two wonderful web sites with lots of fun activities for kids. This is a great way to understand what is going on in Africa and it will help us to share stories. At Kid's Talk Radio we will be contacting teachers and students from: Africa, Portugal, Brazil, and the Cabo Verde Islands. We are working with some of the Portuguese speaking countries. So, brush up on some key words in Portuguese. The mission of Kid's Talk Radio is to connet with teachers and students from around the world.

Julio's Story

Kid's talk show — Thu, 13 Sep 2007 19:57:30 GMT

A California High School Senior's Reflections of his family, his community and what he hopes for the future.

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Incredible but True...

Kid's talk show — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 01:30:34 GMT

By: Thomas Lupapula
Zambia

I was born in a happy family and seven years later I joined basic school. I was only twelve and in my sixth school year when my parents divorced. It was the tragic beginning of a strange splitting and messy lifestyle for each of my family members. I couldn't understand quite well what was happening on that cursed day.

When I and my siblings came to notice that our parents were separating, we dropped into tears. One month later, my father decided to shift from Kalemie, the small town where we were living, to another town called Moba and settled there about 330 km aloof. However for that year, dad was able to send us some money for school fees, food and clothing. The following year, my first year in high school, everything changed and I was always kicked out because of delays on fees payments. Sometimes I was obligated to travel from Kalemie to Moba to get money for school. And in my second year, I dropped out because things really got worse.

Seven or eight months later war broke out and together with my mum we fled to Maple a village where my uncle lived. One terrible night in November 1998 we woke up suddenly and started off with my uncle, running until we got to Zambia. That was the last time I saw my mum.

I became legally a refugee in Zambia on 23rd April1999. And I started learning some English. Nine months afterwards I could speak and write well. UNHCR opened a high school and I was able to purchase my studies to completion. Soon after completion I was taken as a teacher in the same high because my teachers described me as a competent person.

I then worked in this school for three years teaching Math, physics, geography and English. In summer 2005, I was picked by an organization called FORGE to work as a translator and was trained in journalism, photography and spreading information about repatriation. It is through this organization I gained a wonderful scholarship to the most recommendable University CAVENDISH.

Right now I have completed all the process I had to undertake in order to be accepted as a Cavendish student and I've been legally accepted. I am proud to inform you that on 17th September 2007 I will be starting my courses in that college. My education story is "unbelievable yet true."

Chinese Proverb

Kid's talk show — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 19:54:40 GMT

"It's better to light a candle than to curse the dark."

-Ancient Chinese Proverb

10 Years of Holidays!

Kid's talk show — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 19:43:43 GMT

By: Paul, 4 September 2007
Zambia

There have been tragedies for years and years in Sudan, my home country. I was born in a war zone and grew up there. I went to school when I was three years old and was then shifted to town as dad was working. Village teaching is different from the town's teaching, so I had to repeat some classes.

After two years, dad and the whole family shifted from the city Khartoum. Again, I had to repeat the same classes because city learning is more advanced compared to towns like the one I came from.

Because my dad was a member of the revolution, and under threat, we again decided to move back to the village. I then started my class in the village and became completely bright among others. Teachers joined the movement of SPLA so this is when my holidays began. I contemplated with thought of going to school and so joined my elder sister Amude Rubeke for a year.

Importantly the war began in that village. Some teachers joined the movement and the others left the country for fear of war. I went home for two more years of holidays and contemplating.

Our second sister Kiko was married. I had to follow her for the sake of school. I studied for nine months. The government had to bomb the school. I accidentally found myself home again, with hope of going to school one day.

Again, my elder sister shifted to where they thought it would be safer, and in fact, I found myself with her back to school. I learned for seven months. The school then had to be closed.

After three years, I thought of business in such a holiday. War broke and I fled to Congo DR. I continued with my holidays in Congo. Then, in Congo war broke and I crossed the borders and found myself in Lusaka, Zambia. I was accepted as a refugee in Meheba Refugee Settlement and completed my high school and got enrolled at Cavendish University.

Now, unfortunately, along with my countryman Kwase with whom I share room and go to the same university, we have received a letter of relocation back to Meheba, where I will go and continue my holidays.

Stories from Africa

Kid's talk show — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 19:31:26 GMT

"Contradicting Advice"

By: Kwase from Sudan
4 September 2007

When I was nine years old, my grand father who was ninety-nine years old told me women cannot do jobs done by men.

One day my father told me to go digging with my sister. I could not believe my ears, simply because I respected my father and grand father.

I didn't know whose advice to go with. In African tradition, age determines who is right, therefore my grandfather was more correct than my father.

Today, however I have discovered on my own at age twenty-seven, that both men and women can do the same job very well. This is the most interesting and unforgettable experience of my life.