I walked to the kitchen and I smelt something nice. I asked my mom what it was. She said she was cooking dinner and that its a surprise. I hate surprises! I went to my bedroom feeling annoyed.
Later I smelt it again. This time I went to take a look. Mom was at the shops so I looked at the oven. I saw a chicken and mushroom pie. It made me feel hungry.
Later Mom came home and we had the pie for supper. I pretended that I never saw it and I was surprised. It was very yummy!
Monday, 19 June 2017
Monday, 5 June 2017
The Everyday Life of a Child In An Informal Settlement
I am a child that lives in Dunoon. My name is Motpolo and I am 9.
My life is a misery, I wake up in the morning to no breakfast. I live in a shack, it is only as big as a bathroom. We have a large whole in the roof so when it rains we get very cold and wet because it falls through the roof and seeps through the cracks. Occasionally in the morning, if we can afford it then I get plain dry white bread. I don't get dressed because I only have one pair of clothes which are a pair of shorts and a top. I get really cold. After that I go to school. My parents really struggle to afford to keep me in school. School is something that is really important to a child's education. I have to walk all the way to school barefoot because we can't afford transport and there are not any busses or taxis around. School is the worst place ever as there are only 10 text books for 50 children. We have to share one between 5 children! Most other children get to open up a fully packed lunch box at break time, but we get nothing. I wish that my mom and dad would work so we could afford everything we need. They can't because my mom needs to look after me and my dad is blind. Whenever one of us is sick we have to line up in a cue at the hospital that is so long we have to wait there for the whole day.
After school I walk home. There is a field that we try to leave open and not build any shacks on down the road. My friends and I usually go play soccer there. A bit further down the road lives an old man who used to be rich. He isn't rich anymore because during apartheid he lost all his money. Luckily he had a soccer ball that we use. When I go to bed at night I share my bed with my 3 other brothers. All my brothers fight over the dinner, lunch and breakfast and then sometimes I'm left to starve.
I wish that I was old enough to work or that my older brothers would. I would love to see Dunoon without litter and everything lying around. It is a very dirty place and we have 1 toilet per a street. When I am older I am going to change all of this, I am going to give my family what they need by working. If I could change things, then I would try get more toilets, tribute money towards the schools that need text books and desks etc.,get good food for my family and get people to stop littering and to take pride in the area. It would also be wonderful if Dunoon could look cleaner. I would love to see people build their houses neater and not put public toilets in the middle of the road or outside their houses.
My life is a misery, I wake up in the morning to no breakfast. I live in a shack, it is only as big as a bathroom. We have a large whole in the roof so when it rains we get very cold and wet because it falls through the roof and seeps through the cracks. Occasionally in the morning, if we can afford it then I get plain dry white bread. I don't get dressed because I only have one pair of clothes which are a pair of shorts and a top. I get really cold. After that I go to school. My parents really struggle to afford to keep me in school. School is something that is really important to a child's education. I have to walk all the way to school barefoot because we can't afford transport and there are not any busses or taxis around. School is the worst place ever as there are only 10 text books for 50 children. We have to share one between 5 children! Most other children get to open up a fully packed lunch box at break time, but we get nothing. I wish that my mom and dad would work so we could afford everything we need. They can't because my mom needs to look after me and my dad is blind. Whenever one of us is sick we have to line up in a cue at the hospital that is so long we have to wait there for the whole day.
After school I walk home. There is a field that we try to leave open and not build any shacks on down the road. My friends and I usually go play soccer there. A bit further down the road lives an old man who used to be rich. He isn't rich anymore because during apartheid he lost all his money. Luckily he had a soccer ball that we use. When I go to bed at night I share my bed with my 3 other brothers. All my brothers fight over the dinner, lunch and breakfast and then sometimes I'm left to starve.
I wish that I was old enough to work or that my older brothers would. I would love to see Dunoon without litter and everything lying around. It is a very dirty place and we have 1 toilet per a street. When I am older I am going to change all of this, I am going to give my family what they need by working. If I could change things, then I would try get more toilets, tribute money towards the schools that need text books and desks etc.,get good food for my family and get people to stop littering and to take pride in the area. It would also be wonderful if Dunoon could look cleaner. I would love to see people build their houses neater and not put public toilets in the middle of the road or outside their houses.
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