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Why I fight for the education of refugee girls (like me) | Mary Maker


We do not choose where to be born. We do not choose who our parents are. But we do choose how we are going
to live our lives. I did not choose to be born
in South Sudan, a country rife with conflict. I did not choose my name — Nyiriak, which means “war.” I’ve always rejected it and all the legacy it was born into. I choose to be called Mary. As a teacher, I’ve stood
in front of 120 students, so this stage does not intimidate me. My students come from war-torn countries. They’re so different from each other, but they have one thing in common: they fled their homes
in order to stay alive. Some of them belong to parents
back home in South Sudan who are killing each other because they belong to a different tribe
or they have a different belief. Others come from other African countries
devastated by war. But when they enter my class,
they make friends, they walk home together, they do their homework together. There is no hatred allowed in my class. My story is like that
of so many other refugees. The war came when I was still a baby. And my father, who had been absent
in most of my early childhood, was doing what other men were doing: fighting for the country. He had two wives and many children. My mother was his second wife, married to him at the age of 16. This is simply because my mother
came from a poor background, and she had no choice. My father, on the other hand, was rich. He had many cows. Gunshots were the order of the day. My community was constantly under attack. Communities would fight each other
as they took water along the Nile. But that was not all. Planes would drop the spinning
and terrifying bombs that chopped off people’s limbs. But the most terrifying thing
for every single parent was to see their children being abducted
and turned into young soldiers. My mother dug a trench that soon became our home. But yet, we did not feel protected. She had to flee in search
of a safe place for us. I was four years old,
and my younger sister was two. We joined a huge mass of people, and together we walked
for many agonizing days in search of a secure place. But we could barely rest before we were attacked again. I remember my mother was pregnant, when she would take turns
to carry me and my younger sister. We finally made it across
the Kenyan border, yes. But that was the longest journey
that I have ever had in my whole life. My feet were raw with blisters. To our surprise, we found other family members
who had fled into the camp earlier on, where you all are today, the Kakuma camp. Now, I want you all to be very quiet
just for a moment. Do you hear that? The sound of silence. No gunshots. Peace, at last. That was my first memory of this camp. When you move from a war zone and come to a secure place like Kakuma, you’ve really gone far. I only stayed in the camp
for three years, though. My father, who had been absent
in most of my early childhood, came back into my life. And he organized for me
to move with my uncle to our family in Nakuru. There, I found my father’s first wife, my half sisters and my half brothers. I got enrolled in school. I remember my first day in school —
I could sing and laugh again — and my first set of school
uniforms, you bet. It was amazing. But then I came to realize that my uncle did not find it fit
for me to go to school, simply because I was a girl. My half brothers were his first priority. He would say, “Educating a girl
is a waste of time.” And for that reason, I missed
many days of school, because the fees were not paid. My father stepped in and organized for me
to go to boarding school. I remember the faith that he put in me
over the couple of years to come. He would say, “Education is an animal
that you have to overcome. With an education, you can survive. Education shall be your first husband.” And with these words came in
his first big investment. I felt lucky! But I was missing something: my mother. My mother had been left
behind in the camp, and I had not seen her since I left it. Six years without seeing her
was really long. I was alone, in school, when I heard of her death. I’ve seen many people back in South Sudan lose their lives. I’ve heard from neighbors lose their sons, their husbands, their children. But I never thought that that
would ever come into my life. A month earlier, my stepmother, who had been so good to me
back in Nakuru, died first. Then I came to realize that
after giving birth to four girls, my mother had finally
given birth to something that could have made her
be accepted into the community — a baby boy, my baby brother. But he, too, joined the list of the dead. The most hurting part for me was the fact that I wasn’t able
to attend my mother’s burial. I wasn’t allowed. They said her family did not find it fit for her children, who are all girls,
to attend her burial, simply because we were girls. They would lament to me and say, “We are sorry, Mary, for your loss. We are sorry that your parents
never left behind any children.” And I would wonder: What are we? Are we not children? In the mentality of my community, only the boy child counted. And for that reason,
I knew this was the end of me. But I was the eldest girl. I had to take care of my siblings. I had to ensure they went to school. I was 13 years old. How could I have made that happen? I came back to the camp
to take care of my siblings. I’ve never felt so stuck. But then, one of my aunts, Auntie Okoi, decided to take my sisters. My father sent me money from Juba
for me to go back to school. Boarding school was heaven,
but it was also so hard. I remember during the visiting days
when parents would come to school, and my father would miss. But when he did come, he repeated the same faith in me. This time he would say, “Mary, you cannot go astray, because you are the future
of your siblings.” But then, in 2012, life took away the only thing
that I was clinging on. My father died. My grades in school started to collapse, and when I sat for my final
high school exams in 2015, I was devastated to receive a C grade. OK, I keep telling students in my class, “It’s not about the A’s;
it’s about doing your best.” That was not my best. I was determined. I wanted to go back and try again. But my parents were gone. I had no one to take care of me, and I had no one to pay that fee. I felt so hopeless. But then, one of my best friends, a beautiful Kenyan lady, Esther Kaecha, called me during this devastating moment, and she was like, “Mary,
you have a strong will. And I have a plan,
and it’s going to work.” OK, when you’re in those devastating
moments, you accept anything, right? So the plan was, she organized
some travel money for us to travel to
Anester Victory Girls High School. I remember that day so well. It was raining when we entered
the principal’s office. We were shaking like two chickens
that had been rained on, and we looked at him. He was asking, “What do you want?” And we looked at him with the cat face. “We just want to go back to school.” Well, believe it or not,
he not only paid our school fees but also our uniform
and pocket money for food. Clap for him. (Applause) When I finished my high school career, I became the head girl. And when I sat for the KCSE
for a second time, I was able to receive a B minus. Clap. (Applause) Thank you. So I really want to say thank you
to Anester Victory, Mr. Gatimu and the whole Anester fraternity
for giving me that chance. From time to time, members of my family will insist
that my sister and I should get married so that somebody will take care of us. They will say, “We have a man for you.” I really hate the fact that people
took us as property rather than children. Sometimes they will jokingly say, “You are going to lose your market value the more educated you become.” But the truth is, an educated woman is feared
in my community. But I told them, this is not what I want. I don’t want to get kids at 16
like my mother did. This is not my life. Even though my sisters
and I are suffering, there’s no way we are
heading in that direction. I refuse to repeat history. Educating a girl will create
equal and stable societies. And educated refugees will be the hope of rebuilding their countries someday. Girls and women have
a part to play in this just as much as men. Well, we have men in my family
that encourage me to move on: my half brothers and also my half sisters. When I finished my high school career, I moved my sisters to Nairobi,
where they live with my stepsister. They live 17 people in a house. But don’t pity us. The most important thing
is that they all get a decent education. The winners of today are the losers of yesterday, but who never gave up. And that is who we are, my sisters and I. And I’m so proud of that. My biggest investment in life — (Applause) is the education of my sisters. Education creates an equal and fair chance
for everyone to make it. I personally believe education
is not all about the syllabus. It’s about friendship. It’s about discovering our talents. It’s about discovering our destiny. I will, for example, not forget
the joy that I had when I first had singing
lessons in school, which is still a passion of mine. But I wouldn’t have gotten that anywhere else. As a teacher, I see
my classroom as a laboratory that not only generates
skills and knowledge but also understanding and hope. Let’s take a tree. A tree may have its branches cut, but give it water, and it will
grow new branches. For the child of war, an education can turn their tears of loss
into a passion for peace. And for that reason, I refuse to give up
on a single student in my class. (Applause) Education heals. The school environment gives you a focus to focus ahead. Let’s take it this way: when you’re busy solving
mathematical equations, and you are memorizing poetry, you forget the violence
that you witnessed back home. And that is the power of education. It creates this place for peace. Kakuma is teeming with learners. Over 85,000 students
are enrolled in schools here, which makes up 40 percent
of the refugee population. It includes children who lost years
of education because of the war back home. And I want to ask you a question: If education is about
building a generation of hope, why are there 120 students
packed in my classroom? Why is it that only six percent
of the primary school students are making it to high school, simply because we do not have
enough places for them? And why is it that only one percent
of the secondary school graduates are making it to university? I began by saying that I am a teacher. But once again, I have become a student. In March, I moved to Rwanda on a scholarship program
called “Bridge2Rwanda.” It prepares scholars for universities. They are able to get a chance to compete
for universities abroad. I am now having teachers
telling me what to do, instead of the other way round. People are once again investing in me. So I want to ask you all
to invest in young refugees. Think of the tree
that we mentioned earlier. We are the generation to plant it, so that the next generation can water it, and the one that follows
will enjoy the shade. They will reap the benefits. And the greatest benefit of them all is an education that will last. Thank you. (Applause)

83 Replies to “Why I fight for the education of refugee girls (like me) | Mary Maker”

  • Yikes, what a title. Maybe "The education of refugee girls" or something where the civil Rights issue is the star, not yourself

  • The colonial states will suffer the consequences of cruelty, massacres and unscrupulous acts to date.
    The world's greatest and wildest genocide was against North and South American residents.
    In 1945, atomic bombs that were delivered onto Hiroshima and Nagasaki destroyed more than a hundred thousand people.
    Also in February 1945, the United States and Britain bombarded Dresden, killing hundreds of thousands of spikes in a few days.
    Also one cannot do without mentioning the countless persecutions and massacres of the Soviet Union.
    The Catholic Church has burned many people alive.
    I now ask: Will all these atrocities, slaughter be unpunished?
    Of course not!
    That atheists do not believe in divine justice is not the proof that there is no divine justice.
    Europe is no longer Jewish-Christian, but paganized.
    Pagan civilization and morality are rapidly dragging the world and humanity into the Third World War.
    Western civilization, which is contrary to philosophy, has made the world uninhabitable.
    In all the heavenly religions, there is a mention of the divine time wars.
    The world and humanity will be ruined and sank because of their reproach.
    Could it be said that the Zionists have followed the Torah?
    Are Christians on the path of Jesus?
    Their true religion is the Golden Calf.
    Teachings of Jesus Christ are not all about singing songs in Churches and reading deities.
    Zionism and the state of Israel which are totally contrary to the Torah will bring terrible disasters to Jews and all humanity.
    As Kierkegaard said, they spit on his grave, saying, "Jesus."
    They have followed Satan and Taghut.
    First and second world wars and the madness of the Soviet Union did not bring their minds to their heads.
    The brainless civilization that sinks the world but at the same time sends satellite to Mars.
    Crazy civilization melting polar ice.
    Civilization invented and discovered nuclear weapons that could destroy mankind not only once but also thousands of times.
    The civilization of sin, rebellion and pleasure!
    Today they are fighting against Islam. They may beat Muslims, but they will never be able to defeat Islam.
    Due to the atonement of the persecutions they do, many European states will be under the rule of Muslims very soon.
    Moreover, Tawheed Age will be soon to begin.

    Listen to the voice of the Noble Quran.

    Maybe your life will be changed If God allows.

    Really amazing.

    French : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVY8pwx9B74

    English: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Omh4oG8T_Fw

    German: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EXWTxB6oS6I

  • Preaching to the choir perhaps. Education has been not just available but compulsory in developed western countries for over a century.

    I would consider the compulsory education of all immigrants with language as a minimum.

    As for war-torn countries: I doubt there is a person alive in Europe that does not know someone that has not been touched by war. There is hardly a town in Europe that does not have a public memorial to those kids that have died fighting for the freedom you use to complain about us.

  • Wonderful talk very sensible ….you know what make's it greet ? ….you are not acting you are real my Child. …you are reviving your expérience with us …..it's sad very sad but d not forget that's what made you so special. …you have a fabulous futur in front of you good luck

  • I only give a f*** about the people I'm related to and the people that are in my own country I'm sick of this socialist save the world bs

  • I loved every single word! You're a great woman Mary and you're an inspiration to the girls who hear your speech!

  • She is so inspirational!!!! What an amazing story and and a great outlook on education and how it gives children opportunities and hope!!

    Thank you ! I loved this !

  • But, it's not education that's she's talking about. It's certification. Practically anyone on the planet has open access to all of the great works of history and can educate themselves to any degree they wish, at a whim. You can literally learn anything, if most people cared about learning, which they don't. But, sure, if you want a piece of paper, there are institutions that will give you one if you give them a very large amount of money, or, more likely, if you steal money from someone else to get your pretend piece of paper. But, you know, whatevs.

  • Love and Support from India ❤❤❤❤❤❤🤗🤗🤗🤗
    Womens must inspire from you
    u r a Superlady🤗🤗🤗🤗

  • Despite of status, skin colour and gender, every human should be treated equally, no one deserves discrimination, no one deserves to be stereotyped!!!

  • I think the big problem is that there are cultures which force young girls to marry to someone much older (or parents even sell their daughters for marriage).
    At first we need to educate these counties that what they do is so bad!
    In Europe selling your child is forbidden and you can't force anybody to marriage at the age of 14 or 16. You can't have more wifes either.
    And basic education is a must by law.

  • being an american and female i have the right to an education BUT i was subjected to the constant harrassment of hormonal boys and backwards thinking that women should be treated as property vs a human being. "barefoot and pregnant" as my mom says. i can totally agree with what this woman says. i don't have a war torn history like she does but i can see it from my own history that everyone should be equal no matter what gender they are.

  • #I was thinking the sickness of having at least a baby boy is limited to ""INDIA"" but i wondered to know about it that this menace is widespread… I m not taking about exceptions, which are presenting everywhere..

  • Sudan has been around her how long. Fight for your own freedom. That's what our ancestors did. Fight your own battles or your a coward.

  • I had goosbumps when i heared this angelic and strong voice telling us how lucky are we to live and how selfish we were not to thank god for that. I hope all peace for refugees, the most kind persons in the world, may them be able to realise all there dreams.

  • Education is one thing, but one should ALWAYS run from leftist indoctrination. It will only leave you in an existential crisis, & works to teach you how to be a useful idiot for your political masters as it molds you to use you as a tool to kill your own civilization.

  • I m lucky to heard your words of wisdom and thought process for education.
    I can relate it very well.
    You are doing a great Job Marry.

  • Great speech but it’s sad that millions of girls don’t get an education because they are girls and boys don’t seem to care but then boys get lower grades because they don’t listen in class as much yet boys say that’s discrimination and sexist.

  • More foreign aid for girls… Women this and women that… Meanwhile, boys continually get neglected…. And crapped on… And then you wonder why there are wars and violence.

    I find it amusing how Africa has had thousands of years to develop, but 99% of the continent is a crap hole. You have like Namibia and Ghana. The rest of the continent? Smh. For a brief period of history the Europeans even helped with modernizing. Roads, schools, hospitals……. But apparently none of this has stuck. It is such a shame.

  • I, myself as an 15 y/o refugees who didn't any education since i finished kindergarten . Proud of you my sister :") please speak up for all of us who didn't get any education for whole these years ")

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