Today I woke up with a strong urge to purge about why we need to change the things we have the power to change. We were all put on this earth with a calling, I strongly believe that my heart is not my own but it belongs to those who need my help...my parents have raised me up in an environment where helping others is like drinking water, since 15 I volunteered at a charity organisation in Leeds for refugees and since then well I haven't really stopped. This post is mainly to everyone that thinks their calling I not meaningful no matter how small, I just want to send some encourage me your way. There is nothing wrong with helping yourself but helping others in the process I magical *wipes tears*....I remember when I was in Sudan me and my cousins Maya and Joy and some of our close friends mine was Yousra raised money to buy bits and pieces for the children at Mygoma opraphange, that experience will always motivate me because ever since I knew what I wanted to do I knew that I must open an orphanage in South Sudan and one in the Nuba mountains. This leads me to why I surround myself with like minded people...I feed my desire to help through peoples energy my mama, pops, Connie, Nyak, Jal, Josh, Rosina, big sis and big bro, Aunty Adut, Aunty Alma, Eva, Diko, Ayak (Ebony), Yussy, Suha these are just a few names of people that have inspired me... My heart is not my own my heart to those who need it, LOVE is very powerful it is the tool that keeps me striving to do more...evil will not hinder my journey. I might be one but I have the ability to do small things in great way in Jesus name. Ok let me stop babbling lol I have a few pics below of me after volunteering at a few different events for different causes. WAR HAS CRIPPLED OUR COUNTRY LET IT NOT CRIPPLE OUR MINDS IN A WAY THAT WE CLOSE IT OFF TO THOSE LEFT BEHIND WHO STILL NEED US.