Building What's next
In Nakivale, they say there’s a girl who plants stars. Her name is Aurelie, and she came from a land where stories were written in ash. She carried no gold, no shoes, no map—but her grandmother once told her: “The stars listen best to children.” One night, after a blackout swallowed the entire camp, Aurelie…
The Sound of Rain” (Genre: Drama / Emotional Resilience) Aurelie remembered the sound of rain in Congo—gentle, endless, rhythmic. In Nakivale, the rain hit the tin roofs like falling rocks. It was louder, harsher. But it also gave her something unexpected: peace. She came to Nakivale after losing her father during a militia raid. Her…
“The Tech Tent” (Genre: Youth Sci-Fi / Innovation) Aurelie was always curious. At age 12, she once took apart a broken radio just to see how it breathed. At 15, she discovered the abandoned UNHCR logistics tent at the edge of Zone 3—nobody used it anymore, just boxes of discarded solar panels, broken tech, and…
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…
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.
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…
By Ali Selemani Ibrahim In a small village nestled in the Atlas mountains in Morocco, there lived an old man named Jack. At ninety years old, he was known for his remarkable strength and endurance. Every morning Jack would venture into the forest to chop wood for the village. He’d swing his ax with precision…
April 10, 2025By Rukia Selemani Bijoux Amina lived with her mother, Mrs. Bimbo, in a small village surrounded by lush green forest and winding rivers. Mrs. Bimbo was a kind and gentle soul, loved by all in the village for her warmth and generosity. Amina and Mrs. Bimbo shared a special bond and their days…
By Robert Ndasunikwa It was a hot Sunday. I was on the Kigali playground playing football with my team members, Leon, Joshua, Fariji, Gideon, Siyawezi, and Isaac. I saw a tall man in black trousers and a yellow T-shirt in the distance. He was sitting on a branch of a short mango tree, watching us…