My Mom was good when it was bad
My mom was everything
My Mom was a solution when I had a problem
My mom was a light in the dark
My mom was a smile when I was sad
My mom was my strength when I was weak
She was a shoulder to cry on when I cried;
MY umbrella when it was raining
My mom!!
My mom was a blanket when it was cold
Mom was plan B when I did not have plan A.
She was my tears when I was crying,
She was my patience when I was impatient.
My mom was the best amongst the rest.
She was a rainbow after the rain
There is one thing that my mom could not be and
if she was able to be, she should have been…… and that is me!
My mom!!
My mom was my inspiration;
She was my encourager when I was discouraged
My mom was a lady of dignity!
She was my voice when I could not speak
My mom was my compass when I lost direction.
My mom made dreams come true;
She made every moment turn into a success.
She gave me a life full of opportunities and left it in my hands.
So now it is up to me whether I make use of them or do I drop them and leave them behind. ASK YOURSELF! 
That’s a question!

My name is Pinky (not real name), and I live in Phomolong. My father came to Phomolong and my mother. They start fighting. Sometime when they fight I feel like someone is go to die. Things that I like are netball because it keeps me wise. Things I dislike people who say bad things about me. When people say I am too tall I feel bad. I live with my father, mother, my two younger sister and one younger brother. Work that I do sometime I clean, I fetch my 2 year old younger sister every day. My mom is sick and my family is always fighting so I become disturbed. When I finish school  I want to be a metro police. I what to be a metro police because I what to help people. To save lots of people of South Africa.

Pinky (14 yrs), Children on the Move

What is a goal?
Something you want to become in the future
The position you want to take in life
A dream
If you don’t know your goal
You are like a black man wearing a black suit looking for a black cat in a dark place
You don’t know where you are going
A blind person knows where he is going, he just  can’t see the way but he keeps on asking the way
You better know your goal while its still early
For you choose the right  way to go
Charity begins with you

Nndanduleni Emanuel (16yrs), FNHCC

My train has been to its destination
and back and I still stand waiting
The rain left me wet, the sun
dried me up.
and I still sand waiting

not knowing what is it I wait for
I stand still waiting
In my head voices of how
it could have been screech
like a broken record,

Thoughts of what might be play like a fast-forwarded video before my eyes.

I still stand waiting
I don’t know if I should
stand still waiting
wait still standing
wait standing still
but I
still stand waiting 

When my grandmother was still alive, she was the right person for my brother and me. She used to buy food and cook for us and what makes me sad was when she passed away. Now we are staying with my aunt and we do not enjoy staying with her because she is not taking good care of us, she is always screaming at us. What I also do not like about her she only cooks when her child is around and if she is not there she does not cook for us and when I cook my aunt does not eat.
The things that make me cry is when I think about my mother’s death. When she was sick, she sends us to our father to live with him because she was not able to take care of us because of her sickness. She never came back to visit us and later we were told that she passed away, always when I think about that I cry.
What I want to change about my life is the way that we were brought up. The life that I am living now is better because of the support that I receive from the organization and the caregivers that are always supporting us, I regard them as my heroes because they are the one’s who assist and support us all the time.

“Anonymous”, Children on the Move, Atteridgeville