POST by JOSE: My Life

Jose Bayardo in Nicaragua (Capital on the Edge)

Hello, my name is Jose Bayardo and I am 21 years old.

I live with both my mum and my sisters. I was born in a village called Rosita, which lies to the North of Managua, in Nicaragua, towards the Atlantic Coast.

My mum says that when I was born, I was a very sick child. I spent most of my earliest days in hospitals, suffering from many diseases. However, with time I became healthy and strong.

A younger Jose

I came to live in Managua when I was just 9 years old. We have experienced many struggles in our lives, and it has been tough for us being raised without a father to support us.

My mum found it the most difficult and at times wanted to take her own life because of the poverty we lived in.  We faced our economic circumstances alone, and some days, due to my unemployment, couldn’t even afford to eat.

From time to time my mum has gone to other countries seeking employment. I was always left to watch my sisters. They would go out and look for bread for us to eat. Sometimes what they had to do was wrong.

Jose's sister and her son

My life has been very difficult but I never thought of death as an option. I have tried many vices, like marijuana, cigarettes and alcohol, but thank God I did not like any of them.

However, thanks to God everything in our lives has now improved. We have met a wonderful family, who are very generous and kind. I thank God for his kindness and for Elizabeth and Jed, and the Brien family.

God has also given me a great opportunity and I will be traveling to the USA. God put Elizabeth in our lives and this is a very important moment for us. We are working hard, rehearsing our production.

God bless you all!

A content Jose Bayardo with Capital on the Edge people, in Managua, Nicaragua

This story was written by a Nicaraguan youth, and was voluntarily given to Capital on the Edge for publishing. The subject choice was his entirely. He has elected to write about his experiences for the glory of God and so that others may learn from his experiences. The translation of this work is performed voluntarily and not professionally, hence there may be some errors. Any deviation from the text is in consultation with the author, to make clear the life events written about.

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Hola mi nombre es José Bayardo, tengo 21 años vivo con mi mama y mis hermanas yo nací en un pueblo llamado rosita en el atlántico norte d Nicaragua. Dice i mama que cuando yo nací era un niño muy enfermo diario casi siempre vivía en los hospitales padecía de muchas enfermedades pero al crecer me ice muy sano nos vinimos a vivir a Managua a cuando tenía 9 años hemos pasado por muchas situaciones duras en la vida el ver crecer a mis hermanas sin su papa sin u apoyo para mi mama hubieron veces en las que ella se quiso quitar la vida porque era muy difícil nuestra situación económica y los problemas que tenía que afrontar ella sola, habían veces en las que no comíamos en todo el día por que estaba sin trabajo pero gracias a dios todo a mejorado en nuestras vidas hemos conocido a unas personas maravillosas, muy generosos y amables y muy alegres ellos son lis y jed briend y toda su familia le doy gracias a ellos y a dios. mi vida a sido muy difícil pensé en la muerte pero no era una opción entre en muchos vicios como la marihuana el cigarro y el alcohol pero gracias a dios no me gusto ninguno de ellos de vez en cuando mi mama salía a otros países a buscar trabajo y yo me quedaba cuidando a mis hermanas por que ella iba a buscar el pan para nuestro hogar y en veces le iba muy mal pero dios me a dado una gran oportunidad como es viajar a los estados unidos dios puso a Elisabeth en nuestras vidas este es un momento muy importante estamos ensayando mucho dios los bendiga a todos.

POST by ERICSON: Deep Thinking

Ericson

I didn’t like listening to my friends’ problems, so I always asked them what they wanted to do when they grew up. Whenever I listened to their problems I always had problems after. One of my friends was the smart one, the other one was spoilt, but I was the one that was ignored the most because I went to Church.

One day I went to visit my friends and found them both naked, so I went away from them and later met up with them. I asked them what they wanted for their future? They both replied “I don’t know.” Then I asked them if they were happy. They answered “no.” We began to think about our lives and I decided I wanted to be a chef and a servant of God.

So first I give thanks to God as I am serving him and my friends are too. Now my uncle is also giving me an opportunity to be a cook.

Sometimes my friends and I meet up at night to watch the stars, now that we are all together again. We say how beautiful it is that God gave us what we needed in the World and we didn’t get lost. Now I am blessed with victory.

I have suffered a lot in my childhood, but God was always with me and God always kept me on the right path. A lot of times I felt how good it is to be serving in this world and not falling into depression. It is always good to know that there is someone by my side.

Some people ask themselves what they want to be when they grow older, and some people try to commit suicide. But God told me through the Bible “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” He told me that he has a home a LOT bigger for me in Heaven. That made me really happy. Now God controls where I go.

Thanks for reading about my thoughts and life. 

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ISTORIA de  MIVIDA  .

ERICSON ARIEL OROSCO GUTIERREZ

TITULO:VISIONNES 

Yo era un nino que pensaba  que  sere cuando cea grande  uno lo primero que piensa  por que no tengo hoportunidaes por que sienpre que asia esaspreguntas avian problemas con mis amigos  sienpre yo ablaba con ellos de esos problemas que ami no megustaban por que abeses avanpreoblemas y eso traia problemas pami por que el otro era muy en telijente por que el otro le davan todo lo que el queria y el otro el mimado  pero yo el mas rechasado por que iba ala IGLESA  Para eyos yo era el mas rechasado pero un dia yo  fuidon de eyos y en con tre a uno des nudo y el otro tanvien  pero yo me aleje de eyos y des pues yo mereuni y les dije que piensas de tu futuro y barrios merepondieron nose por que  y ellos medijeron por que nos aces esa pregunta  sienpre por  nose miremonos y digan kien es feliz y todos dijeron  llono y mepuce atener  emajnasiones de mi vida y dije quiero cer un cosinero y un cervidor de dios primero y gracias a DIOS que le estoy sirvendo aorita y kiero ceguir asiendolo y mis amigos aora  tanvien le siben al creador ganando almas cantando  coros innos para nuestro cenor  y aora mi tio me esta dando una beca para cosina y a hora nos ponemos aber las estrellas con mis amigos cadabes que estamos junto y de cimos que ermoso lo que Dios iso por nosotros Dios mesaco de un mundo de perdicion y a ora estoy vendecido prosperdo y en vitoria  sucrifri muncho en mi nines pero dios sienpre estaba con migo y dios sienpre guiaba mis pasos llore muncho pensando que vine aser uno este mundo y caia en deprecion pero al guien estaba amilado y no medaba cuenta asta uno ciente que se kiere matar asendoce esa pregunta pero DIOS mediojo por la biblia  yo  soy el acamino la berdad y vida nade viene al padre si no es por mi y medijo yo tengo un ogar mas aya en el cielo y eso me iso centir feliz aora DIOS meguia donde boy  gracias por es leer  mi visiones de nino

POST by LIZ: Oooh, I could Crush a Grape!

Elizabeth & Rene in downtown San Francisco

It is an incredible privilege to be touring California with my beautiful family,  which of course consists of Jed, my four precious ones and the eight wonderful lads whom God has put into our lives.  Our days are never monotonous; observing our engorged family soak in this surreal experience and growing more in God, brings a sense of contentment in my spirit.

Each and every one of my “children” have their own unique quirks. Political Correctness (PC) demands parents to say they treat all family members the same, but I personally find this to be highly unachievable.  Personality has a huge role to play and tends to eschew PC with great force. Honestly, while I strive to treat all the same, my daily interactions and methods of discipline with them all vary, due to ‘Personality’. 

While I love them all, Rene tends to have a special place in my heart.  He is young (15), passionate, impetuous, and majorly self-absorbed (like the majority of 15 year olds!)  Over the year I have known him, he and I have come a long way and we have had major collisions throughout the journey (some involving knives and others involving fists).

To let you in on a secret - he almost didn’t make the tour due to his inflated attitude that totally clashed with mine! But he made it on the California tour by a hanging thread, and certainly brings  vibrancy to the group.  

When we were in Nicaragua, waiting to submit passports, the line was long, the day was hot, and it seemed like days were being sucked out of our lives.  After three hours of moving at a snail’s pace towards the building which  would provide the precious document, lunch was overdue and we were fading away... 

“I’ll just run and grab us all something to eat,” I said trying to slip away quietly, but they all wanted to come with me for the adventure. So, Stivey and Eric held our queue positions, while the rest of us went to find food.  “How about McDonalds?” Rene quickly suggested, but at $6 per person, this was way out of our lunch budget, which was $12.50 for our entire group. Like a mother hen with chicks in tow, we made our way to the grocery store. 

“No Liz” Rene whined, wiggling a can of red bull in my face while I grabbed a pack of plastic cups and a couple of 3 litre water bottles.   

I expertly dodged the two-cm-from-my-face, visual requests for cans, pks of chips, and chocolate, as I swooped in and grabbed a cooked chook and some freshly baked rolls.      

“Pleeeeease...” Rene requested, with pitiful eyes that seemed bigger and more innocent than Puss-in-Boots’, a basket of fruit.  “Not today, fruit is expensive and right now we don’t have the money for this,”  but that wasn’t enough... Beycker, Jonny and Rene started to steal and eat the grapes and caused a riot – I stopped them, told them how utterly embarrassed I was of their rude behaviour and explained that they would get NOTHING if this behaviour continued...  This seemed to verbally slap Beycker and Jonny back into civility but Rene was persistent. 

As we left the fruit’n’veg section, and made our way towards the check-out, via aisle four, I noticed Rene munching on grapes while hosting a bunch in his hand.

“Rene, I said No more, grapes are really expensive and when you eat them like this without paying for them it’s called stealing!...” but he cut in my words stating he was going to buy them.

Knowing full well his personal budget, I stressed once again that I was not okay about him stealing, and that I would not be buying the grapes for him or anyone today.  But he stressed that he was paying and promised not to eat another grape until after paying.

Putting the cups, water, chicken and bread on the moving belt, Jonny’s eyes moved side ways towards the snickers. He then grinned as my eyes narrowed and my face indicated “not on your life!”

As the checker started scanning, I noticed the now hot and sweaty, ‘we’ve-been-in-Rene’s-hands’ grapes next to the bag of rolls.  All the boys had seen this and were silently watching for my reaction. 

Fearing the last minute requests for craved items from the other boys if I allowed the grapes to pass, I picked up a divider and placed it between the rolls and the grapes. Rene grinned whilst asking, “Please Liz?”  He looked at me, the check out chick looked at me, the other lads’ eyes were darting from the grapes to Rene, to me.  But I ignored Rene’s pleading and pulled out the cash from my pocket, handing it to the cashier, “Just these items thanks.” I cooed.

We picked up the bags and stood in a line entertained by the thought of Rene’s next reaction.  Jonny and Beycker chuckled while Rene fumbled in his pocket for loose cordabas. 

“That will be 23 cords please,” the woman at the teller said after scanning the forbidden fruit.

”WHAT?” Rene retorted, “That’s a rip off- 23 cords for a just a handful of grapes!”  

Rene looked at his treasure, then requested for the guys to lend him C$13. None of them had a cord... “Liz, can you lend me C$13?”  But I just smiled and shook my head. 

The lads couldn’t control themselves and burst out laughing, as Rene had to put the grapes to the side and walk away from the till.  Rene looked at me, I looked at him and we both started laughing which made everyone laugh harder.