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Between the Lines of Survival

Ohhh yes, let’s take a walk through life in Nakivale—not the headlines, not just the hardship, but the real lifestyle: the music, food, style, daily rhythm, friendships, hustle, and identity that makes life feel alive even in a refugee settlement. Here’s a beautiful lifestyle story, one that captures the vibe, the soul, and the everyday…

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A Seat in the Circle

In the heart of Nakivale, where the wind carries voices from Congo, Somalia, Rwanda, Burundi, Eritrea, and beyond, a quiet leader was rising—Amina, a 19-year-old Somali refugee. She never called herself a leader. She didn’t wear a badge or sit at the front of meetings. But people listened when she spoke—not because she was loud,…

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The Coffee Corner

Title: “The Coffee Corner” In Nakivale, where every sunrise brings a new struggle and a new hope, Hakim, a 24-year-old refugee from Burundi, had one dream: to build something that would last. Back home, his father ran a small café in Bujumbura—nothing fancy, just coffee, chapati, laughter, and radio music. When conflict forced Hakim and…

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Light Packs

Light Packs” (Free Verse) In a place where the sun sets too soon,And the night swallows pages of dreams,A girl stitched hope into plastic and thread—Aurelie, with her hands small but bold,Turned daylight into power. A bag became a beacon.A walk to school, a charge of possibility.And in the dark,A glow from her books lit…

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Girl of Light

Girl of Light” (Spoken Word Style) They called her “refugee”—Like that was all she’d ever be.But she called herself inventor,Solar queen, dream defender. She ain’t wait for saviors,She made her own light.Thread and wire,Turning blackouts into bright. One girl,Twelve bags,A ripple in the night.Now Nakivale got starsThat don’t wait for the sky.

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In Nakivale, She Rose” (Rhymed, Traditional Style)

In Nakivale, She Rose” (Rhymed, Traditional Style) In Nakivale’s dusty air,A girl with dreams beyond despairTook scraps and light and bound them tightTo gift her peers the gift of night. She had no lab, no tools of gold,Just courage in a grip so bold.A backpack made with care and grace,Brought stars into a child’s small…

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