My constant inspiration!

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From the Jungle to University in London! Congratulations Tesfay!

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Today Tesfay came to visit us at The Worldwide Tribe HQ!

I met Tesfay in the Calais Jungle in early 2015. It was the day he arrived to the camp and we helped him find a tent and put it up. I’m not the best at putting up tents but we figured it out!

I felt so bad leaving him to sleep in that tent that night.

A few months after that he made it to the UK and was placed in Bolton. We went to visit him to bring him some clothes and a phone and stuff because he had arrived with literally nothing. He made us lunch and I remember him telling me how much he wanted to study IT.

Fast forward a year and a half, and he has just moved to London to start his degree in computer science. His student accommodation has been sponsored by an amazing Tribe member and it happens to be just down the road from us.

He looks healthier (he was so skinny last time), happier and excited for the future.

I could not have been happier to see anyone at my table today!

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Happy anniversary Mez!

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Two years to the day since he made it to the UK not speaking a word of English…

Mez gets his GCSE results!

Two years ago today my dad got a phone call from Kent social services to say a young boy had been found hiding on top of a lorry coming into Dover…

“An Eritrean boy – in good health, with very little English” said the guy on the phone.

My family stood around that phone eagerly watching my dad spell out his name on the notepad in front of him…
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It was the news we had been waiting for.

Two years ago today, that little Eritrean boy was fed a bit of porridge at a centre in Dover, given some dry clothes and huge flip flops and put in a taxi on his own to our house…

He arrived at our door with nothing but his wet coat and dirty trainers in a bin bag.

Two years ago today Mez became my little brother.

Nothing has been the same since that day.

Mez, I love you more and more every single day. You never cease to amaze me.

Who would have thought, that day two years ago when you hardly knew the word ‘hello’ in English, that two years later you would be waking up to your GSCE results.

My babe, you have shown me that we can do anything.

The sky is the limit.

You have also shown me that love for a sibling or a child goes well beyond blood.

We all love you so much Mez.

Crazy messages from an Eritrean refugee

You wont believe the direct messages I recently got on my Instagram from an Eritrean Refugee…

 

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SHOCKING MESSAGES FROM AN ERITREAN REFUGEE

Recently I got a private message on Instagram from a boy that told me:

“I am Eritrean and I see what you do, it makes me feel there are people who care.

Thanks. I love you.”

This meant a lot to me so I replied, and we started chatting. I asked him where he lived and whether he was with his family, he told me:

“I came to USA alone when I was 16, after fleeing Eritrea and living in a refugee Camp in Sudan for a while. I’m 25 now and live in Salt Lake City.”

I asked him if he had ever been back, and he said:

“I can’t go back. They would lock me up. I ran illegally and walked for 3 weeks across the Sahara.

After I left, my father died. There was no closure for me, I couldn’t even be at his funeral.

My father was the one who raised me. With my Grandmother. My grandma passed away a month ago.

I left my country because of the political torture. I didn’t want to be a soldier for the rest of my life.

Eritrea is the North Korea of Africa… he rules by fear. We die to get to the west you know…number 2 most refugees after Syria…and yet nobody talks or knows about us. Nobody really cares… People die in the Sahara, drowning in the Mediterranean, shot by the government, hijacked by smugglers, harvesting our organs in Sinai (the border of Egypt and Isreal).

You can Google or Youtube it…it’s so sad what we go through…

Eritrean Refugees, we gamble with out lives to get here…and we all have one thing in common…we all want to go back home.

Home is where the heart it!

Sorry for depressing you, but I gotta say it, for those who didn’t make it, you know.

I lost my girlfriend in Lampadusa on October 3rd 2013 when she tried to cross into Europe. She was among 350+ people who died.
(http://www.telegraph.co.uk/…/Italy-mourns-300-dead-in-Lampe…)

So sorry for these depressing stories but I feel I have the obligation to talk for those who can’t and aren’t with us anymore.”

I asked him if he wanted me to share his story. He told me,

“Yes…people need to hear it. People need to know.”

I told him his story reminded me of my own little brother’s (also from Eritrea) and that I wanted to make a film about his life.

He shared with me the picture below and told me to watch this documentary for research.

In 2015, the largest number of asylum applications to the UK came from Eritreans, (3,695), more than from Iran (3,242), Sudan (2,912) and Syria (2,539).

The least we can do for the people of Eritrea is to know. To learn. To be aware and to spread that knowledge.

Please SHARE. Read. Watch. Understand. Educate It’s important

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