By SALLIANNE DECKERT
Eden and her son Eyouses burst into laughter as they work through the alphabet chart stuck to the wall. They have a loving, easy bond and brilliant smiles that light up the room and for a moment I forget we’re standing in their one-room mud shack in one of the poorest neighbourhoods in Ethiopia’s capital, Addis Ababa.
Five year old Eyouses was given a small blackboard to help his learning. Having run out of chalk, the blackboard now covers a large hole in the wall, but it’s still bitterly cold inside. Their furnishings are a shared mattress on the floor, a cupboard and a photo of Eyouses’ father. Shot dead at the border of Sudan before his son was born, Mikias’ image now looks down from its place of honour as his little family go about their day.
Despite their desperate circumstances, today this is a place of joy and we are sharing in a traditional coffee ceremony to celebrate. Eyouses has just become the newest student to be accepted into The School of St Yared and that news changes everything.
Six months ago we sold everything from our unit on the Arafura Sea in Arnhem Land Australia and, lugging 4 suitcases, an aid package and 8 pieces of hand luggage (9 if you count our three year old) boarded a plane to be a part of this amazing school.
Volunteering for two years in a developing country is a long way from my former career in television, but sitting here accepting a small cup of coffee from Eden I can easily say this is the most satisfying work I’ve ever done.
The School of St Yared changes lives. It’s as simple as that.