A CHILD’S VOICE

Hello world

Can you hear me?

Let me be heard

What do I want?

What do I need? 

What I deserve

I want to sing

I want to dance

I want to learn

Give me a chance

I want my rights

Within the law

To be enforced

By one and all

For everyone

For one and all

To have respect

Beyond the law

From within their hearts

As taught by god

To love each child

Big or small

To hear each child

If only they were there I would be so gland see

When you have a mum who is angry heart

So bad on the other hand you have a cruel dad

Who pretend to love you in this endless world

You just sit down and you wonder why your parents had to leave

And not say goodbye

One day in life you may jut meet again

All you have to do is just bow and pray.

He is here to stay.

All you have to do is just bow and pray.

Written by young girls, Rescue Dada Centre, Nairobi ©MISEREOR 2012

WHO I’M I

Who I’m I, lost and Lonely

Nowhere to call home

Thin and hungry, no one to feed me

Cold and shivery, no one to cloth me

Feeble and sickly, no one to treat me

Tired and neglected, I sit and wonder

Who am I?

Doesn’t’ anybody care, children get their rights,

Health, education and others

Other children are happy, not me, why

Where is my hope, nowhere is my hope

Who is my hope, god is my hope

I am not ashamed of what I was, it was through

Rescue dada centre that, I knew of my rights,

And I am what I am you see

Written by Jane, Rescue Dada Centre, Nairobi ©MISEREOR 2012

BLACK PEOPLE 

I know that I’m black, and proud of my blackness

Black is strength, black is beauty, and black is success

Black people just stick to your culture

Stick! Stick! Stick to your culture

Hallo Mr. Kimondoson I greeted my fellow African 

What similarity did he have?

What did he say about civilization?

Civilization of names like Kimondoson

Johnson and whatever son

God our creator did his work

He created black and white

And yet African is yet satisfied

That why I’m proud to say that [back to stanza1]

I was born by a black woman

Brought up in a black village

I used to eat healthy food

Which was being cooked in black pot?

Later I was taken to a black teacher

Who used to write on blackboard

That why I’m proud to say that [back to stanza 1]

Written by young girls, Rescue Dada Centre, Nairobi ©MISEREOR 2012

STOP VIOLENCE AGAINST CHILDREN

This life we are living in, full of torture and anger

Down cold frightening streets, is where I get my treats

Gnawed with cold and hunger, increases my hurt and anger

If you miss me in child labour, then find me an early marriage

Being left in wild so cruel, seeking for better home

Where do we belong, to whom does a child belong

To our mothers, beaten and forced to fed for ourselves

To our fathers, oh its worse, rape, sodomy is what befalls us

Today raped by a father, and tomorrow, sodomised by his neighbor

We are seeking for an answer, who will save us from this violence

We are the shining flowers, the lilies of hope

You pluck the petals, destroy the flowers

Who is our hope, parliamentarians, some say yes, others say no

Yes our mothers in parliament are right, we need to protected 

Fathers show your extent of care, by supporting the bill

Then I looked up and say beyond, someone fighting for me

Yes the children act cap 586, the sexual offences bill

I saw Njoki Ndung`u in the car, steering the wheel

Justice must done, the rapists must be stopped

Let’s join in the struggle, and stop violence against children

We stand together, we know our rights

We hold first our hope, we can change our lives

The gov´t, civil society, church, you and I

It is possible, if all are wiling

Let’s join our hands, and say no to child violence

THANK YOU 

Written by young girls, Rescue Dada Centre, Nairobi ©MISEREOR 2012