All pictures courtesy of DUKÁT STUDIOS. Thank you DUKÁT family for joining hands and creating hope
The African stars fade in the deep morning's light, the sun climbs and glares from the metal of each roof top in sight. The chill of the morn eclipsed by the might of each rising degree, and the anticipation for a better day is lost for all in the darkness who love leaves. Her streets hustled with sweat, some with disdain, some with regret. Still others cling to hope, a hand, an ear, trying to silence the relentless voice of fear. Some see now, some look ahead, as many are dying in a make shift bed. And the hope of life eludes them, the tears perspire like sweat, left with only memories of the things they can't forget.
Can someone who has lost all family, friends to death feel pain anymore, and disease, sickness and hopelessness are still their threat of war. Poverty, starvation and devastation abound, The systemic injustice that reigns is profound, Yet little children still eager to lend a smile, to the strangers walking along the roads defiled. Wondering what we're doing and we wonder the same, Do we make a difference here or hang our heads in shame?
The colours and culture of a vibrant people rebel, against odds and facts and the forces of hell. They greet and call out and spend time hand in hand, With welcome to the ones from a far away land. They sing songs and dance with such appetite, for the good things they honour and hold up to the light.
My life forever changed by my inheritance in their fellowship All because of a man's vision for the Stouffville Igoma Partnership. ~Justin Kerswill