Monday, 29 November 2010

The 'Voice of the People' Feature Profile #3: Disabled and destitute

Mr B
This is a sad story of sickness and pain that has led to disability and poverty. Mr B had polio as a child and never fully recovered. He did not have an opportunity to have a good education particularly because he was a sickly child. As he grew up he recovered from polio somewhat and started working  carrying out menial tasks as a farm hand, gardening and anything he could find. Ten years ago he struggled to find work in Malawi so he moved to Zambia to find similar work. He said that he became very ill while in Zambia and his family arranged for him to be returned to Malawi. He never fully recovered from that illness and never walked again. Unable to walk and without an education Mr B became unemployable and has spent the last seven years as a beggar on the streets of Mzuzu, Malawi in his 'chariot' which it a converted bicycle specially made so that he would  be able to mobilise. 

Life is hard for disabled people particularly in developing economies (third world countries) if they come from poor families that rely on the strength of their bodies to earn money or gain food through agriculture. While there is an established extended family network in these cultures, poverty makes it difficult to look after disabled relatives. The is a reliance on these members of society to contribute to the family by begging which in itself can be difficult in that one has to travel to cities to beg which can be far from traditional villages and homesteads where the people live. People like Mr B have to their best to contribute where they can and it was during this effort that I met him and was able to speak with him briefly. He did not want to speak for too long as he was losing opportunities to appeal to passers by for assistance. 

The Art of Being Humane gave Mr B some funding for food to assist him which he was very pleased and grateful for. There is so much that needs to be done for Mr B and people in his position and sharing his story is a small step towards raising awareness to the trouble they face. 

Monday, 1 November 2010

I am Blogger of Note (BON) over at WOW today!!!!!

Hello and welcome! I am Rue, the 'brain' and photographer behind Passion in the Moments, the blog behind E:thos Photographic and the 'heart' and talent behind 'The Art of Being Humane'. I am so incredibly honoured and just tickled pink to be featured as today's BON (Blogger of Note) over at Words of Wisdom (WOW)!
WOW is a place for all bloggers who enjoy reading and writing great content to find each other and share their work, ideas and experiences so If you are reading this as a fellow blogger, do get over to WOW and join us! by following the link here

That said, welcome to anyone new to Passion in the Moments and a special welcome to fellow WOW members and BON's. I am thrilled to have you visit today and hope you will enjoy your time having a look around. Passion in the Moments is a creative and photo blog. Through words and images I share with you all the way I see the world and my experiences as I go through life, meet and interact with people, nature and the built environment. 

I hope you will enjoy looking through this very new project I call 'The Art of Being Humane'. It is the 'information' part of a wider humanitarian project that begins in December 2010. What is 'The Art of Being Humane' about? Find out here and here. 

Key things to note that you should try to see while your'e here are; The people profiles which are articles and pictures  about individuals with stories that give an insight to a different walk of life. The second thing is the various campaigns we support here, namely 'The born HIV Free Campaign, a truly worthy cause to read about and spread around. The final thing is my other blog (which is not actually on this site) called 'Passion in the Moments' which you can access here. This is a creative and photo blog I have started after a long illness to keep my sanity and share my photography with the world.

I really hope you enjoy spending some time in my world today and if you really love the images, stories and the humanitarian project then please do tell all your friends and family! The more the merrier! Also do leave as many comments as you like!!!!

Many thanks


The 'Voice of the People' Feature Profile #2: Rwanda's Next Generation

Belle's Story
Through the buzz of the restaurant Belle sighed and looked away. She was contemplating the peculiarity of her hidden heritage... Not Hutu...not Tutsi...but a careful blend of both on the rocks of exile like a modern cocktail drink in and amongst the traditional tribal divides of old. The possessor of a secret, not one held by her but in her...the forbidden love of a Hutu and Tutsi man and woman to that day she did not know which was which, a necessity to ensure her safety even in a foreign land.

Sixteen years earlier Belle,s mother had fled her beloved Rwanda to Congo, heavily pregnant and with a young belle in her arms. Her husband having urged her to flea and protect the or mb n.children had stayed to fight for their freedom with the intention of joining them one day...he never came... She does not remember much about her father, he mainly lived on in the stories her mother would share with her and he brother.

Life in Congo was not easy, particularly with the large population of Rwandan refugees living there. Belle's mother found a way  for her young family to travel to Belgium and left Congo in search of a better life leaving her heart behind in Rwanda with her husband...her lover...her friend...

Belle seemed far away... lost in her thoughts as she recalled her childhood. Patchy as some of her memories seemed there were some really clear distinct scenes she could call upon without effort. Much like a favourite book she had lovingly and diligently devoured and now able to repeat it verbatim. In comparison to Rwanda, life in Belgium was not as easy for a single mother with two children as one would like to think. Belle's family grew incredibly close and her mother worked very hard to provide for her two children. The Rwandan refuges all lived in a similar district, the air thick with tribal tensions of their motherland. Belle spoke of how she had for a long time been ashamed to tell people she was Rwandan for fear that she would be classified based on the strife and genocide that had taken place in her country. She would volunteer Belgium as her place of origin more easily identifying herself as being from Rwanda. 

At eighteen she said she has now become comfortable identifying herself as Rwandan, particularly as the country is moving forward enough from the time of war and genocide. To this day she does not know which of her parents is Hutu and which is Tutsi...All she does know is that the two can live peaceably side by side as her parents had shown her through their union.

See the full history of Rwanda's history  here

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