When we ride up, the hildren do not see five overweight people arriving on bicycles; they see the simplicity of our mission. Their eyes light up—they are fascinated by their dreams and excited to share them.
With no other options, I took to the streets with a homemade sign, offering virtual English classes for 15 pesos (75 cents) an hour to generate some income. I couldn’t imagine where that act would lead me.
My efforts bear fruit for these children, and their families by extension. At first, they came with empty stomachs and torn clothes. Today they come to learn, eager for knowledge and eager to grow.
We were so poverty-stricken that our village considered us social pariahs. We would go begging for jobs around the neighborhood and instead be chased away, beaten, and even spat on.
When I heard that the Heart Beat Bill [banning abortion as early as six weeks in Texas] was signed into law, it was like a brick breaking the wall. I felt a need to make a speech.
I was shocked that the situation quickly turned life-threatening. I remember thinking that the flames that had begun to destroy my university would do the same to my apartment.
I did not expect my display of solidarity to end up in a bloodbath because of police brutality.
Serene Haven gives Kenyan teen mothers hope for the future.
Just when I was about to drop everything, a revolutionary learning method saved me from roaming the streets.
The international organization started by surfer Rhonda Harper seeks to empower women of color in the predominantly white sport.
We need a break from the pandemic, the typhoons and poor planning.
Body-shaming incidents prevalent among children in Kenya.