Places, People and Visual Stories

A morning at a Divine Orphanage

 
Having fun, on the home run, with these two friends of mine,
away from my folks, yet feel at home with these sixty nine;
 
 

The transport game with the y-twig
The transport game with the y-twig

 
 
 
Life looks free, yet is making me responsible,
as we have this wonderful world that we all share and care for
 
 
 

The News of the day
The News of the day

 
 
 
We play and pray, do morning yoga every day,
the songs we sing, make me believe that I can take to my wings;
The energy is in the air, and with the enthusiasm we all share,
I kick start the mornings with so much fanfare
 
 
 

Prayers and songs of the day
Prayers and songs of the day

 
 
 
Quickly we freshen up and head to create the dining space,
as my ‘elder brothers’ pile the rotis smearing ‘ghee’ on the face
 
 
 

getting the grime away
getting the grime away

 
 
 

The power breakfast in making
The power breakfast in making

 
 
 
Hot kichdi and the rotis, our breakfast make,
that keep us energized through to the lunch break;
 
 
 

sharing and caring
sharing and caring

 
 
 
We wipe and we clean, we preen and bring the sheen,
help one another to put on clothes and polish our shoes,
combing our hair, we get set for the day long affair
 
 
 

imbibing discipline and responsibility
imbibing discipline and responsibility

 
 
 

into the uniform we go
into the uniform we go

 
 
 

preening, prim and proper
preening, prim and proper

 
 
 

bringing gloss to our shoes
bringing gloss to our shoes

 
 
 
Then it is time to get the classrooms in place,
where day-long we discuss and debate
 
 
 

setting the classrooms
setting the classrooms

 
 
 

our classroom is almost ready
our classroom is almost ready

 
 
 

Final touches here we give
Final touches here we give

 
 
 
It is time to say good-bye, as we are getting ready for the long day,
we loved your coming and clicked a few snaps to express our way!!
 
 
 

Love you for such a start today
Love you for such a start today

 
 
 

In an Orphanage
by Folorunsho Obalugemo

They aren’t supposed to be here,
Yet there are they in limbo,
Bearing the affections of any that show:
The innocent abandoned babies dear.

To some parents and homes they too belong
But in home for the fosters are they being nurtured,
And people about have become people around
Those beautiful children forlorn so long.

And never in akimbo our love should stand,
For good help must reach and kiss them now
From folk full of kindness’s brow
Lest their destiny be buried in quicksand.

To see more glimpses of our day, click on any of these photos away….
To read the detailed story follow the link herestory on sreeni.org

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