Monday, August 29, 2016

The Home Haven For Children

The home has become a hellfire on earth for children. Parents and guardians have made selfish personal, decisions that have corrupted the well-being of children hence leaving them emotionally drained. As a parent and director, I took the opportunity to listen of the ordeals from the children at FreMo Elementary School which left a shocker to ask myself whether a home is any safer, secure and homely for the children of the millennia. Social and domestic issues are happening more than ever in the homes and the burden of it shouldered by the little ones. Every negative decision or circumstance that affects the home pierces deep to have a long-term impact on the growth and development with the academic performance set on the downward trail. We have destroyed our self-images in front our children; quarrels, fights, excess drinking, and acts of violence are the practices of the day exhibited consciously or unconsciously under the watch of the children.


Moffat with Some of the pupils of FreMo

Our modern world has lost modeling due to the lack of compassion, responsibility, and duty to role model for the sake of the youth and their generation. The traditional values that kept us together and strengthened our communities are no longer esteemed. We are not the way we were, it’s the way we are and that is not the way it should be. Despite the progressiveness of counseling and therapy, a few have been enlightened to find remedies in these psychopathologies. Parenthood must go beyond fathering and mothering.

 We are entrusting our children to the teachers in school to bring the best out in them, but it’s timely that we realize that we are be doing our teachers  injustices by sending to them the distress in children, abused, bleeding and heartbroken. They might have the professional skills to train, counsel and propel but these cases are extremes. They have a duty to train, mentor, inspire and propel to creativity and self-pride. Imagine a class of forty of which three-quarters of pupils crying agonizing is an injustice. When we check from the statistics, we realize that a school would become more of a therapy session than a training classroom. It shouldn’t be like these. We are hiding ourselves in our own frustrations domestically, socially and financially but downloading them to our little children. I don’t have any moral standing or authority to judge, crucify, conclude and decide on what happens when homes become unsafe. Ideally, we should be for every child to be jealously guarded, securely protected, warmly insulated against any injustice and be fully insured against any intended or accidental torture meant to cause psychological, emotional or academic fall against their full development and growth. All decisions must be a win for the child. The child must walk as the ultimate winner spared love for his story to tell.

 I am yet to come to terms of what was narrated by our teachers as we sat for our weekly staff meeting. As a culture, we meet every Tuesday afternoon to assess our progress as a team and each teacher gives a brief of how their classes are advancing and if  there would be matters of concern. The Preschool teacher gave her opening remarks and informed us how she was trying her best to keep her class on the move through sounds, drawing, counting, reciting and memorization. Further, she described how she was managing to keep her class under control despite the bad influences and the indiscipline from the time admission. Following were her worst fears so challenging. Most children are coming to school unkempt because nobody is at home to care for them. In one case the mother has separated with father, they stay apart and the father comes home very late not caring whether they have eaten or not. Sometimes when he arrives home with screams while tossing and throwing tantrums and what is reachable, demanding and asking them to produce mama. Last night they slept very late, now this morning the boy walked to school, smelling and having soiled. On arrival, the little comrades were uncomfortable with his smell and therefore reported him to their teacher. The teacher decided to take him out and try to wipe him while talking to him kindly in the event to gather more information on how life at home has been of late. The teacher herself could not control her emotions from what the boy was describing, but as a leader, she tried to hold back tears back to make it better for the little *John.

Moffat Osoro
Founder Member
FreMo Elementary School

Saturday, September 20, 2014

SUPPORT OUR CHILDREN AT FREMO ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

Please help us to wind up this term with your kind support. Children at our elementary school calls for your support,http://nurturelifeinchildren.blogspot.com/
1. Meals
2. Stationery
3. Tuition
4. Clothes.
5. Shoes.
6. utilities
7.Baby class sleeping Mattresses and Bed sheets
Meals include breakfast and lunch. Some of these children are in most cases sustained on what they get at school till the following day. 2 dollars can get for breakfast and lunch.
A notebook to write costs .5 cents
A pen @.2 cents.
Utilities include water, electricity and a little fee to pay the trainers who are qualified and accredited by the national government.With 100 dollars per month you can sponsor a teacher to offer quality and valuable learning to these little angels.
You can pay for rent for each class @ 30 Dollars per month.
You can pay for electricity per month @ 20 Dollars.
Remember with Paypal you can pay as little as 2 dollars to go towards these noble work.
I can't do it alone, I need your warm and compassionate support. If you can't do it now at least you can share.
The school currently has 26 pupils from Baby class to standard 4.
Identify your support of choice and let us know.
http://www.fremobirthcentre.com/how-to-help/help-us/

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Communal Love through care

In a world awash with me, me and me, or I, Me and Myself we are lacking a communal, moral and brotherly sense of belonging and identity. When “I” take centre stage, the rest  of “you, us, we, them “become strangers and the world becomes a hostile environment for that in need and their attraction of concern and attention is bewildered with the belief, I don’t take a responsibility for someone else’s is misfortunes. In such situations, the fate factor is colonized and accused of being responsible for each one’s circumstances and aftermath consequences. The world becomes a home, solace and a community when we care, share, tap, listen, provide, and consider that every negative aspect causing distress to a brother or a sister is mine. “Mine”, implying that I have got an obligation and a shared responsibility together with the rest of humanity to resolute. ‘My’ factor should be part of the solution and not the problem. I can make a step even if it is a sacrifice that comes with an ultimate price that will drive the rest of humanity to oscillate in love to tell fate to reconsider its crudeness to my brother and sister and bring forth a better game plan that will bring joyousness and happiness. In my own thinking, my belief in being a good Samaritan and a brother/sister’s keeper is going to bring me to the platform to either make it half way better or make it best. Breakdown of traditions which held everybody accountable have been replaced with the modern form of civilization that takes little charge of what is happening in the next wall. We are a four wall room inside people. I care for what is within the four brick/stone walls; the rest out there is gossip, intrusion or bad manners. Ours has become a one versioned take where we rarely consider our own selfish interests to the in waiting repercussions that await our beliefs against those of others. Knock and knock to those nearby and ask them where it hurts, least or most and take a bold shameless step to listen crazily and come with a game plan, an action plan to reach out. If you find it not knowing where to start from, kindly step forward and reach out for those children at fremo elementary school that I have taken a step to care and bring the best in them through education. nurturelifeinchildren.blogspot.com or contact me @moffat2002us@yahoo.com

Friday, August 15, 2014

A SECURED CHILDHOOD BROUGHT TO ME PASSION AND COMPASSION TO HUMANITY


My best age to be is the age I am at the moment. I don’t want to be discriminative or specific to certain stages of my life. Each stage of my life to me brought new challenges with rich experiences I have always walked away with. At certain points I might have felt disadvantaged, poor or unfavored but then the incoming stages proved me wrong. Each stage did always prepare for me to be able to mature before I would sail through to another level. Whether I embraced a latter stage positively with serenity or a lot of questions, later I will realize that all was meant for progress and growth.

As a young boy growing in my 0- 10 years I enjoyed every bit of it. I was one proud, loved and joyous boy. Each moment of it left a memory, to remember and cherish. I wouldn’t have compared it to any and therefore I am so happy and contented with these stages and it was supposedly a fully lived life. If I could remember I enjoyed it all, loved and was loved and played at home with energy, freedom and company. With my siblings and my age set neighbors it was one of the most remarkable moments to be able to remember when I flashback. Parents, brothers, sisters a whole family was a full package to me because it provided all that I ever needed to grow, be happy and identify myself. Each opportunity, every moment and every other person formed and became part of who I will be. Love, security, company, happiness and mentorship were all well represented and available in plenty. I don’t ever look back and regret but have the feeling that it was a chapter that shaped and defined me, my dreams and the causes I am part of and involved today. The community became a safe nest because all of those who were responsible to make it become homely performed accordingly and I couldn’t ask more than what was offered and provided. The best moments that I can remember are those that were spent with my younger sister, Lois. We had fun and lots of them and enjoyed house chores and practiced gardening with passion. My immediate elder brother too provided me an opportunity to adventure, somebody to look up to and he gave me new a wide range of experiences to help me grow, mature and be a man. My elder brother was a remarkable man because he became the source of enlightenment through formal education and therefore I was able to learn earlier enough even before I became a school going lad.