Tuesday, 2 February 2016

Registration time

Every year a couple of weeks before the new school year starts, schools up and down South Sudan register their students.  Most schools offer places on a first-come, first-served basis, regardless of whether the child was on roll at the school before. 
The bill for education at a government
school
When the class is full, they go over numbers and can end up with over a hundred children crammed into a small classroom.  All are charged endless extra costs. This is a huge burden for poor families and ends with children getting a very poor education, or being thrown out through non-payment of fees.

We opened for registration last week intending to prioritise those children who were on roll last year, but determined not to have more than thirty children in a class so we can give them the best possible education.  As the week went on it became clear that quite a lot of our former pupils were not coming back.  We faced the dilemma of giving their places away to other, equally needy, children, or holding onto their places, unsure if they would be returning.  We have a new Primary 2 class and were hoping to offer places to children who had attended school before but were unable to continue due to lack of fees.  In the event few children in that criteria came.  The vast majority have simply never had any education at all.

Why were we in such an uncertain position?  In late December the South Sudanese currency (the SSP) was devalued by 85%.  This has caused exorbitant price rises for absolutely everything.  This financial problem comes on top of widespread crop failures due to drought during the rainy season.  In short, people are starving. 

It is only a short hop across the Ugandan border to the nearest refugee camps, where the UN are supplying food and schooling free of charge.  The Nimule community have lived their lives growing up in camps, returning home, fleeing back to the camps due to war or famine, returning home, countless times.  The cycle is continuing now so that a whole new generation grows up in the same uncertain and hopeless way.

Having given up waiting for returners, this week we opened the doors for new children.  On Monday we were flooded with ragged waifs with an age range of 5 to 16 who quickly filled our two Primary 1 classes.  There are still 12 empty places in the Primary 2 class with little sign that there will be children to occupy those places. 

Today, Tuesday, there were fresh floods of children but no spaces in Primary 1 for them.  Fortunately I am in contact with another school in Nimule, which offers free education for girls, funded by USAID, called the BRAC School.  The BRAC School is aimed at girls who were ‘babysitters’ (local word for maid-of-all-work/slave-labour) or street children.  They are the only other school of a similar sort to Cece in the town.  I called them.  To my delight they have spaces they are keen to fill.  I was able to signpost at least the girls in that direction.  For other families I took names, in the hope that we find we have space at a later date.  It is the most heart-breaking thing to say ‘no’ to these children, but without the capacity to employ more teachers and build more classrooms, we had no choice.

It was not all doom and gloom.  One woman of about my age (old in South Sudanese terms) came with a small boy and girl.  The girl is her grandchild, whose parents died of HIV, so she is the sole carer.  The little boy is an HIV orphan without any known family.  This lady has HIV and is a counsellor with CECE for newly diagnosed HIV patients.  She took the child to the police.  The police handed the boy straight back and said they could do nothing, ‘why not look after him yourself?’  So she has looked after him ever since.  He was a small toddler at the time and was not even able to tell her his name, so she has had to re-name him herself.  He is now five years old, but the woman has no money for school fees for either of the children.  I moved a boy, who may just manage in Primary 2 up a level, to make space for him.  Then I called the BRAC School who agreed to take the girl.  At least, one happy ending.  It is great to be able to liaise with a like-minded school.  Hopefully this will be the beginning of a mutually beneficial relationship.

In the meantime we are closing our registration (unless Primary 2 level children come into the office) and will focus on getting food, bowls, exercise books and pencils for the start of term next week.

I am sure things will work out even if there are teething problems at the start.

In the holidays, we found a potential donor for land for a permanent school site.  Assuming negotiations go well, we hope to be in an entirely different position this time next year.  We are lobbying for funding from NGOs so that we can move forward on a more secure footing, both physically and financially.

For the moment we are entirely reliant on the funds I am able to generate by writing to you, my friends.  As mentioned, costs have escalated dramatically.  If you are able to pass on this post to others, I would be most grateful.  CECE School really is a worthwhile cause.  Everything goes to the school, not to administration costs.  The school runs on a shoestring so our expenses are pure necessities.  We need to pay for exercise books, pencils, food, firewood (for cooking), wages for teachers and cooks.  It would be wonderful if we could pay the staff more, because they are every bit as poor as the children and need to feed their families.

The bank account details are Santander, account name: Ms R Mallinson, account number: 48996636, sort code 09-01-28.  Please make the reference ‘Cece School’.