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Saturday, October 19, 2013

POST by LEIKY: Padres and Prison

Jairo & Leiky sucking on lollipops in an Illinois Parade

Hello my name is Leikis. I would like to tell you a little story about my friend Jairito.

Well, my friend’s life was very difficult. His Dad and his Mum did not get on very well because they were always fighting. So, His Mum kicked His Dad out of the house and Jairito’s Dad called his Grandmother and his Grandmother took His Dad in to her house.

My friend Jairito and his brothers were all crying, but the time went by and their Dad came back to the house and started to fight with Jairito's uncle, because he wanted to hurt Jairito’s Mum.

His brothers grabbed their Dad, but then their Dad decided to leave and the Police came to look for their Dad and they grabbed him and took him to jail. When Jairito’s Dad got out of prison, his mother went to go find him and she said "come home please" and he said to the her "yes, ok" and they lived happily forever.


Thanks to God they didn’t fight again.

Jairo's Happy Family

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 decisive deviation from the text is in consultation with the author, and is done so to make clear the life events written about and to provide further information so that the story is more understandable.

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hola me llamo leikis quiero con tarles un poco sobre la vida de mi amigo jairito vueno la vida de mi amigo era muy difisil porque su papa y su mama nose llevavan bien porque para ese tiempo se abian peleado, entonces su mama corrio a su papa de la casa y su papa no sabia adonde hir, y su papa llamo asu abuelita y su abuelita se lo llebo para su casa y mi amigo y sus hermanos se que daron llorando, pero paso un tiempo y su papa yego ala casa y se peleo con sutio porque lequeria pegar ala mama de mi amigo pero sus hermanos de mi amigo semetieron a agarrar asu papa pero despues su papa sefue y yegola policia abuscar asu papa y lo agarraron y callo preso, pero despues salio y su mama lobusco y le dijo benine a la casa por favor y su papa le dijo si y vivieron felizes para siempre .
Y gracias a dios no bolbieron a pelear. 

Thursday, October 10, 2013

POST by FRAN: My Battling Brien-Bro

Sezni performing in the Nicavangelist Street Theatre Production, CREATED

Sezni, my brother, began to watch videos on youtube, he watched an epic Nerf gun battle. Nerf guns are toy guns that shoot out blue, yellow, orange or green darts that can stick to windows.

He would always exclaim "wow! These guns are sooo cool! I want one soo bad!" He told our mum about these awesome Nerf guns. One night mum wasn't home in time for Sezni's bed time, so he fell asleep in the dark and began to see stars and started dreaming about a Nerf gun battle.  The fight involved him and his friends battling the evil ones in the galaxy, with balls exploding into colour as they fought each other.

It seemed like five minutes had gone by before it was time to wake up and his dreams all disappeared into a safe place in his imagination.

As Sezni lay in his bed, still half asleep, he began to look around his room. He saw a plastic bag. The plastic bag was from Walmart. It was lying on the ground near his bed. Sezni crawled across his mattress towards the bunk bed ladder, curious to know what is in the Walmart bag. He reached the bunk bed ladder and began to climb down, skipping two steps at a time. "What is in that Walmart bag!?" He said with a tone full of suspense.

Sezni’s foster brother, Billy, has covers with Lightning McQueen on it. The covers were  lying at the bottom of the ladder. Sezni let go of the ladder and jumped down the rest of the way and landed on Billy's covers.

Sezni began to walk toward the plastic bag. He walked faster and faster untill he was standing directly over the plastic bag. He bent over and picked up the plastic bag. Closing his eyes tightly he felt the bag between his fingers, just like you’d with a birthday present. "NOOO! IS IT?!" he exclaimed excitedly! He ripped off the plastic bag and opened his eyes, "YES, YES, IT IS!!!"

He viciously tore off the cardboard packaging and flipped in the six blue darts to start rocking! His mum also had two midget guns and three darts, so my brother, Raffy, and him started to shoot at each other as they ran around and had a battle like the ones that Sezni had dreamt about.

They ended up getting really tired, "let's go get something to drink", Mummy suggested.  Sezni began walking towards the kitchen, "But I won!" Sezni stated firmly. "No, I won!" Raffy argued back. "Oooooh yeah?” came the rebuttal.  “Well I guess we'll just have to have another battle to prove it then..." They stared at each other eye to eye, then started circling. They stopped and began to laugh and then went arm-in-arm to the kitchen.


"We'll battle tomorrow to see who is the best", Raffy said in a baby voice. "Yeah, but I'm sure I'll win though",  Sezni assured his opponent but in a way that wouldn’t start another fight...

Sezni (in orange t) and his siblings and Capital on the Edge brothers...

Saturday, July 13, 2013

POST by STIVEY: Family (Sighs)

Stivey with his Mum and some of his family (and friends)

This is a story about how my family and I used to live.

When I was just seven years old, my family and I did not have a place to live. We ended up living with some of my cousins but it was a terrible arrangement. During our time living with extended family, we experienced a lot of shame and humiliation.

Our relatives did not want us to live with them, but we did not have any other place to go. Our cousins insulted us and treated us badly. We are related to my cousins through my mum. However, it made no difference to my family that we were from the same blood. They hated us living with them. They swore at us constantly.

My brothers did not have high paying jobs. We only had sufficient money to purchase food.

My uncles and aunties were very mean. They would tell my cousins that they should make our lives difficult so that we would want to leave. Their hearts were not at all good.

But my grandmother (my mother’s mum) did not know what was happening to us because she did not live there in the house with us.

Years passed and when I was eleven years old I got my first job, selling cheese. Well actually, my role was to just carry the cheese with a friend of mine. Every day I took the cheese to a market, but the job didn’t generate a lot of money for me. Everything I made, I gave to my mum.

One day, my grandmother found out about the problems my family was experiencing. She went without telling anyone to the bank, and sought a loan for ten thousand dollars. All thanks to God, they gave my gran the money and she gave it to my parents.

When she gave it to them, they were really, extremely happy. They were then in a position to purchase a house away from where my cousins lived, in another part of town.

My dad and brothers worked hard to pay back my grandmother and thanks to God we are no longer in the same house as our cousins.

We thank God that he put our Gran on a path to help us. Now my family is happy because we have had so much help. Today, when asked, I say that my uncles, aunts and cousins do not exist.

True family are people who do not turn their back on you and who support you, regardless of circumstances. With God, everything is possible.


Thank you for Reading my story.

Stivey, performing at Solid Rock Assembly in Minnesota

ESTA ES UNA HISTORIA DE MI FAMILIA COMO VIVIAMOS ANTES

Cuando yo tenía la edad de 7anos mi familia no teníamos donde vivir y bueno y vivíamos donde mi primas y eso era muy feo en ese tiempo porque pasábamos penas y mucha humillación,

Porque ellos no nos querían hay viviendo más pero nosotros no teníamos hogar donde ir y nos insultaban y nos trataban mal y eso que eran familia de nosotros de parte de madre pero eso,

No le importaba a ellos pero a mis padres estaban muy mal porque no teníamos donde vivir y ellos nos decían malas palabras pero mis hermano n tenían trabajo que ganaban mucho dinero,

Solo para la comida nos alcanzaba solamente para eso pero también mis tíos eran muy malos le decían a mi primas que nos corrieran donde vivíamos que mal que eran ello  sin corazón,

Pero mi abuela madre de mi mama no sabía nada de lo que pasaba donde estábamos porque ella no vivía hay pasaron los años y yo a la edad de 11 anos yo tuve mi primer trabajo que era vender queso bueno cargador de queso con un amigo mío en un tramo en un mercado pero yo no ganaba mucho dinero solo para darle a mi mama pero un día,

mi abuela se dio cuenta de los problemas que pasaba mi mama y  ella no lo creí mi abuela se fue  sin decir nada  y fue al banco a prestar 10.000 dólares gracias a Dios se los prestaron y se los entregó a mi mama y mi mama y papa  estaba muy alegre y feliz por ese sacrificio para comprar una casa lejos de hi y mis hermano y padre trabajaron duro para pagarle ese dinero que presto mi abuela gracias  Dios que salimos de hay,
y por gracias de  Dios y mi abuela que dios la puso en ese camino y ahora mi familia estamos felices y contento por esa ayuda, por eso yo digo no existen los tíos y primos familia es aquella que no te da la espalda familia es la que te apoya en todo momento solo digo que con Dios es todo posible,

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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 decisive deviation from the text is in consultation with the author, and is done so to make clear the life events written about and to provide further information so that the story is more understandable.  

This story was translated by Lorenzy and edited by Jed.
 

POST by ERICSON: Guerra de Nicaragua

Ericson, the Luchadore

Nicaragua’s civil war resulted in my family losing all of their land and personal belongings.

In the year 1979, at the beginning of the war, my family lost their farm and cattle. It was all confiscated by the newly risen communist government. All of my country’s problems started because the president, Daniel Ortega, made bad decisions.

Daniel Ortega wanted to be a dictator over our country, but some of the people that lived in rural areas of Nicaragua objected, because the President wanted to take away all of their land and belongings, and give the possessions to our country.

My grandparents objected to the decisions made by President Ortega and because of the ongoing issues, decided to flee Nicaragua, becoming refugees in Honduras. They bribed border officials with items made out of gold, so that our family could cross over into Honduras.

President Ortega tried to recruit every Nicaraguan man and boy. He wanted to send them to war for the Sandinistas. Everyone who objected to the conscription was killed. It was for these reasons too, that my grandparents decided to leave Nicaragua with their children.

But in Honduras, farmers would recruit their own people and my grandfather joined the oppositional army. He was there for three months and then died.

After my grandfather died, my mother joined the army. She was sent into Nicaragua and she had an accident, tearing one of her hands. The army sent her back to Honduras.

My uncle joined the army as well and was there for just two months. He died also.

When the war ended, my mum and grandmother decided on returning to Nicaragua. They began a new chapter of their lives in their homeland. They started working at the markets selling vegetables and ironing other people’s clothes. They were quite the entrepreneurs, sending food to other towns.

They worked hard, and that is how they moved into the position of being able to buy their own house.


Thanks to God my mum did not die, or my siblings and I would not have been born. Thanks be to God, because all of my family work very hard.

Ericson at Minnesota's Assemblies of God Family Camp

La guerra de Nicaragua hiso que mi familia perdiera todo los bienes que tenia.                                                                                                    
Año 1979 mi familia perdió sus finca ganado todo los problemas del país iniciaron por el presidente Daniel Ortega  Daniel tomo malas decisiones para el país en tero él quería hacer  una dictadura en el país pero las personas campesina se opusieron porque él quería tener todos los bienes del país  mis abuelos se opusieron las decisiones del presidente al momento mis abuelos tomaron la decisión de ir al vecino país honduras dieron todas su prendas de oro para pasar a sus hijos las fronteras. 

El presidente reclutaba a los hombre y niños para mandarlos a la guerra y el que se oponía los fusilaban  por eso fue la de cisión de mis abuelos llevarse  a sus hijos del país.

Pero en el vecino país honduras los campesinos se reclutaban ellos mismos mi abuelo se integró al ejercito dilato en la guerra  tres meces y murió des pues mi madre se integró  y fue a Nicaragua y mi madre le desgarraron uno de sus manos y a ella cela llevaron al vecino país honduras se integró mi tío el dilato solo dos meces el murió termino la guerra  mi mama y mi abuela se decidieron regresar  a Nicaragua.

A si  inicio una nueva historia en mi familia iniciaron a trabajar en mercados vendiendo verduras trabajaban planchando des pues trasportaban en el tren comida a los pueblos  y a si compraron  sus casa gracia a DIOS que mi mama no murió por que no u hubiera nacido yo y mis hermanos gracias dios porque toda mi familia le servimos.


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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 decisive deviation from the text is in consultation with the author, and is done so to make clear the life events written about and to provide further information so that the story is more understandable.  

This story was translated by Lorenzy and edited by Jed.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

POST by JONNY: Hitchhiker's Guide to a Strategy...

Mauricio in Costa Rica

Hello my name is JOHNNY

My story is about an experience that I had, going to my country’s neighbour, COSTA  RICA, in order to represent my homeland, Nicaragua.

In 2011 I went to an international event where two dancers fought on the dance floor against two other dancers, with competitors being eliminated in groups of two. We won the event, my friend Mauricio and I.

Five days after this competition in San Jose, we received a telephone call from Costa Rica. The person on the other end of the line advised that myself and my dancing group companion, Mauricio, had been elected by the bboy organisation in Costa Rica (the board of the Costa Rican dancing federation) to represent our country, Nicaragua, in future events.

Jonny in Costa Rica

One day my dancing companion, Mauricio and I, were wondering and discussing how we could ever get to the dancing event in Costa Rica. He didn’t have any money, and neither did I. On top of that, neither of us were had a job at the time.

We thought about who we could borrow money from and then I thought of someone. Mauricio agreed that we should ask for a loan. And so we went along to my friend’s house, and low-and-behold, the chap was at home!

Jonny with some Costa Rican junior talent

We explained our situation to my friend, and he said “of course I’ll lend you the money for your trip to Costa Rica. When you get the money back again, just repay me then.”

The next day I went with Mauricio and bought the coach ticket. We would be departing Managua rather early in the morning, at 4am, on the 23rd of February, 2011.

The Boys with local Costa Rican talent

Five days after purchasing our coach tickets, we left Costa Rica-bound. However, when we arrived at the border between our two countries, all of the people on our coach exited the bus and proceeded to the immigration hall. Each one of us were asked by the immigration officials (Police) for our passports. Mauricio, my friend, told me he was hungry, and persuaded me to go with him in order to buy something to eat.

When we went to buy food, I told Mauricio that I needed to go to the toilet.  Mauricio agreed and went by himself to buy a snack.  When I came out of the bathroom I saw Mauricio running towards me. “What happened?” I called out. “All of my things have been stolen!” I was shocked. “Who stole your things?” I inquired. “Some thieves” Mauricio accurately replied.

Jonny dancing on the streets of San Jose

We headed for the bus. When we arrived we were told by the coach staff that we would not be allowed to board the bus, because we didn’t possess tickets. The bus left us at the border. We didn’t know what to do.

At that very moment, a young man of approximately 25 years appeared and told us that he’d watched our videos on Youtube, that he knew of us, and that he’d like to one day watch our crew dance. We told our new friend that we were desperate to travel to Costa Rica, for in San Jose we would represent Nicaragua in a dancing competition. Our friend explained that he knew of a path nearby, that we could travel along, in order to cross the border.

Mauricio dancing on the streets of San Jose

We went on foot with this fellow and traversed the border to Costa Rica. When we made it safely through, our friend crossed back, because he had to return for work. Once on the main highway again, we tried to hitchhike. However, nobody offered us a lift.

So I said to Mauricio, “come on, let’s walk. Somebody will eventually give us a ride.” Mauricio agreed, and we started walking towards San Jose at 9am. We walked for five hours.

Mauricio, the tinman

At 2pm a van stopped and told us to get in. “The capital of Costa Rica is 340 kms away” he said. “I will talk with the Police and they will help you.” We looked at each other, and then at our Good Samaritan and said “Okay, sounds great. Thank you.”

The chap took us to the Police station and then took off. He was headed in a different direction and needed to get moving. The Police beckoned us in and began to ask us questions. “Why are you walking?” We said “We’ve been robbed, but we’re here legally. We have the correct documentation.”

Jonny, on the coach to Costa Rica

The Police asked us if we knew of someone who could help us. “Yes”, was our reply. We asked to use their telephone so that we could call the event organisers. The Police kindly offered a loan of their phone and we called our colleagues in Costa Rica and asked them if they could send us some money, so that we could get to the capital.

Our friends very graciously lent us the $20 dollars we needed. Mauricio and I walked five kilometers to a place where we could withdraw the money for our bus tickets. We bought our tickets and began to wait. I fell asleep and Mauricio chatted away on the telephone he’d recharged with the money we’d received. Our bus, left without us! We continued to wait, and luckily the next bus allowed us to board. San Jose at last!

Mauricio hitchhiking

When we arrived in the massive city, nobody was there to greet us. We were nervous, as we’re Nicaraguan and didn’t know much about Costa Rica. However, Mauricio had a sister who lived in Costa Rica, but he had no clue where she lived.

In this moment I asked a complete stranger if he knew where the local bus terminal was. He said that he did, and offered to take us there personally. Mauricio asked if he could borrow our tour guide’s phone for a moment, so that he could look at his facebook and try to locate his sister’s phone number. Our guide obliged Mauricio.

Mauricio with his sister and her kids/friends in Costa Rica

Mauricio found his sister’s phone number and called her on the telephone. She told us to wait at the bus station and she’d come and get us. Two hours later, and in she waltzed. It was so good to see her. She took us with her to her house.

We hadn’t eaten all day and were starving hungry. We’d been up since 4am! We told Mauricio’s sister that we were hungry and she made us some food. It was like breakfast for us!

Mauricio and his brother inlaw

The following day, we called and spoke with staff from the competition that we would be participating in. They explained that they were no longer having us come and compete in the event. We went along anyway, unsure as to why we were no longer to be included.

The View from our House in Costa Rica

The following day, we were still unsure as to how we’d make it back to Nicaragua. We decided to busk, dancing in the streets, in order to raise the money we needed for our bus fare. It took us twenty days to raise the money. We’d been on quite the trip, and were now excited to return to our beloved country, proud that we were able to represent Nicaragua, even if only dancing on the streets.

God bless you for reading this story. Thank you!

Jonny!

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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 decisive deviation from the text is in consultation with the author, and is done so to make clear the life events written about and to provide further information so that the story is more understandable. 

Hola mi nombre es JOHNNY

Mi historia es sobre una experiencia que tube que pasar para representar a mi pais en el vecino pais COSTA RICA .

En 2011 fui a un evento 2 vs 2 Y fui ganador del evento. Y alos 5 dias recibi una llamada de COSTA RICA y la persona que me llamo me dijo que yo y mi conpanero de baile mauricio estabamos elejido por la organisacion de eventos de COSTA RICA para representar nuestro pais Nicaragua .

Y un dia mi conpero mauricio y yo estabamos ablando sobre como i vamos a ir al evento si no teniamos dinero y no estabamos trabajando tanpo . Pero yo pense en prestar dinero a unas personas que conocia y mauricio me dijo si esta bien agamolo y en eso fuimo a casa de la la persona y cuando yegamos , la persona estaba hay y yo le dije que nos prestara dinero y el dijo que si que nos aria el fabor pero que le pagaramos el dinero cuando tuvieramos .

Y al dia siguiente mauricio y yo fuimos a comprar los boletos del auto bus . nuestro viaje era alas 4 de la mananael dia 23 de Febrero del 2011 .

Al terser dia de aver comprado los boletos nos fuimos acia costa rica . Pero cuando estabamos en la frontera nos bajamos de el bus a que la policia mirara los pasaporte de cada persona que iba en el bus . En eso mi amigo mauricio me dijo tengo hambre bamos a comprar algo para comer y yo le dije bamos esta bien .

Y cuando ibamos a comprar yo le dije mauricio ire al bano y el me dijo esta bien , y mauricio se fue a comprar solo . Y cuando yo sali de el bano mauricio benia coriendo y me dijo me robaron todo ..

Y yo le dije quienes y el me dijo unos ladrones .

Y en eso nos dirigimos a donde estaba el bus . Y las personas de el bus nos dijieron que no podiamos abordarlo porque no teniamos los boletos .

Y el bus en eso se marcho y nos dejo en la frontera . Y derepente aparecio un chico y nos dijo de que miraba nuestros videos en YOU TUBE Y que queria conoserlos a nuestro grupo OSB CREW
y nosotros le dijimos que si nos podia alludar a ir a costa rica que ibamos a representar el pais. Y el nos yebo por un camino que seria cerca de pasar la frontera en donde no nos mirara la policia de costa rica .

Y nosotros fuimos con el y pasamos la frontera . y cuando pasamos la frontera nuestro amigo se regreso, porque el tenia que regresar al trabajo , y cuando el se fue mairicio y yo enpesamos a pedir Ray pero nadie nos daba . Y

Y yo le dije a MAURICIO caminemos que abra una persona que nos alludara . Y MAURICIO me dijo esta bien caminemos y enpesamos a caminar de las 9.AM asta a las 2.PM Y derepenta una camioneta se paro y nos dijo que nos montamos y el nos dijo que estabomos muy largo para yegar a la capital de costa rica , que eran como 340 quiilometros y el nos dijo que ablaramos con la policia para que nos alluran y nosotro le djimos que estaba bien .

Y en eso yegamos a una estacion de policia y el senor de la camioneta se fue . Y la policia nos llamo y nos pregunto que porque estabamos caminando. Y nosotro le dijimo que nos robaron todo y que estabamos legales . Y ellos digieron que esperamos y que si teniamos a alguien que nos alludara . Y nosotros le dijimos que si , pero que nos prestara el telefono de el para llamar alas personas del evento .Y el policia amablemente nos presto su telefono y llamamos alas personas del evento y le pedimos que si nos podian mandar dinero para poder yegar que teniamos prolemas .

Y las personas del evento nos dijieron que si y nos madaron 20 dolares para el bus . Y mauricio y yo nos fuimos caminando 5 quiilometros para llegar a un lugar en donde retirar el dinero y para comprar los boletos de bus .

Y luugo de conprar los boletos nos fuimos y cuando yegamos a la cuidad nadie nos estaba esperando y nosotro no conociamos nada de el pais .

Pero mi amigo mauiricio tenia una hermana que vivia en costa rica . pero el no savia en donde vivia ella . Y en eso yo pregunte a uan persona que si sabia en donde eran las estaciones de buces . Y el me dijo que el se dirijgia acia las estaciones que nos fueramos con el , Y mauricio y yo nos fuimos con el y mauricio le dijo a el que si le podia prestar su telefono para mirara su facebook y poder tener el numero de la hermana . Y ls persona dijo que si y mauricio miro el facebook y pudo sacar el numero de telefono de la hermana .

Y mauricio llamo a la hermana y ella le dijo que esperara en la estacion de bus que nos yegaria ir a traer .. Y pasaron 2 oras y yego la hermana de mauricio y nos fuimos con ella para su casa . y mauricio le dijo que teniamos hambre que no aviamos comido y ella nosdio comida . Y esa comida era como el almuerso y eran las 4 de la manana .

Y al dia siguinte llamamos a los de el evento y ellos dijieron que ya no habia hospedaje para los bboy de nicaragua .. Pero a muaricio y a mi no nos inporto y acistimos al evento y a mi no me dejaron participar y no savia porque motibo .

Y para regresar a nicaragua tubimo que ir mauricio y yo a bailar a las calles para poder recoger dinero y regresar a nuestro pais . Y pasaron 15 20 dias que pasamos bailando en las calles y a si podimos recojer el dinero y poder regresarnos a nuestro pais .

Y todo eso paso solo por representa nuestro querido pais .

DIOS bendiga a todas las personas que lean esta historia gracias .

Jonny & Mauricio dancing on the streets of San Jose

Saturday, May 25, 2013

POST by JONNY: The Cost of a Kid's Life

Jonny (Center) with his friends, before leaving for Guatemala

Hello my name is JONNY

My story is about a friend who was killed in a very bad way.

My friend's name was Jonny and he was a break dancer like me. One day Jonny told me “hey boy, I’m going to work in Guatemala and there I’ll also be able to dance with some of my new friends.

I said “be careful. Guatemala is a very dangerous country.” He said quietly to me “it’s okay. I have friends in Guatemala who will look after me.” I responded with “okay, very good. Keep safe…” and with that he left.

The year after that I went to a competition in Guatemala and I saw my old friend Jonny. He had a lot of money and so I asked him “What work are you to be earning so much money?” Jonny hushed me and asked that I go with him to a place where nobody could hear us talk. When we arrived in a secluded area he told me “I am hitman.”  

“A hitman? What’s that?” I was confused. He replied “I get paid to kill people.”  I asked Jonny “Why do you do this awful job?” He responded “This is my life here. I never had a father like you. Do not ask me more questions, ok?”

In that moment I decided to return to the dancing competition. Jonny left. He turned around and walked out, not even looking back.  

After the competition, I returned to Nicaragua. Three months later, I was practicing my dancing at our usual spot. A friend of mine came to where I was practicing with my group and told our troupe that Jonny had been killed in Guatemala.

I was upset, “Who killed him?” I asked. My friend explained that MARA had killed Jonny. “Mara” is an organisation, a gang, and they kill for money. My entire dance group felt very bad about Jonny’s murder.

The next day, the body of Jonny was transported from Guatemala to Nicaragua and placed in a morgue.

Jonny’s family went together to the morgue, as they wanted to retrieve the body. The staff explained to Jonny’s family that it would not be possible to even look at the body, let alone take it away. The body was in a terrible state and must be buried in the ground immediately.

The family of Jonny, said “it’s okay to bury him now. But his mother would like to see her son, just one last time.” The doctor responded with “no, it’s just not possible.” The mother insisted, “I want to see my son!” The doctors finally gave in and permitted just the mother to take one last moment with her son.

When finally the mother was with her son she became distraught. Her son had been cut into pieces. His head, legs and arms had all been severed from his body. The doctors were also very upset, as they had really tried to not allow this lady to see her mutilated son’s body.

Without knowing what had happened, I asked my mum what had happened to the body of my friend. She explained that the hands, feet and head of Jonny had been cut off. I then felt really bad about what had happened.

Later, the mother of my friend said to me “He wanted to go to Guatemala, but I said no. It’s a very dangerous country. He didn’t listen to me. Later I learnt that he was killing people for a living. For this reason he was murdered.”

Because he wanted to earn a bit of money, my friend’s life has been destroyed forever.


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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 decisive deviation from the text is in consultation with the author, and is done so to make clear the life events written about and to provide further information so that the story is more understandable. 

Hola mi nombre es JHONNY
Mi historia se trata sobre un amigo el cual fue asesinado de una manera muy mala .
El nombre de mi amigo es JONNY y al y gual que yo tambien break dance .
Y un dia el me dijo JONNY me boy a ir a trabajar a guatemala y hay mismo bailare con unos amigos que tengo a ya . yo le dije ten mucho cuidado que ahy es muy peligroso ese pais y el me dijo tranquilo a mi me cuidaran mis amigos de a ya guatemala y pues yo le dije esta bien que te baya muy bien , y en eso el se fue .
Al siente ano yo fui a una competencia a guatemala y hay estaba el y el estaba con mucho dinero y yo le dije de que trabajas aqui ). y el me llevo a un lugar en donde no nos escuchara nadie y cuando fuimos a el lugar , el me dijo yo soy SICARIO , y yo le dije que es eso . y el me dijo a mi me pagan por matar personas y yo le dije que . porque si eso es malo , y el me respondio eso es mi vida aqui porque yo no tube un padre como vos y ya no me preguntes mas ok .
Y en eso fuimos al evento y el se fue y no lo volvi a mirar y luego yo regrese a nicaragua y despues de 3 meces, un amigo llego a donde yo practicaba y el me dijo mataron a JONNY y yo le dije como si y el me dijo que la(MARA) la mara es una organisacion que matan por dinero ) y yo me sentia muy mal cuando me dijieron eso .
Al dia siguiente trasladaron el cuerpo de Guatemala a NICARAGUA y cuando el cuerpo estaba en medicina legal , la familia de mi agigo yego a pedirlo para ellos enterrarlo y los de MEDICINA LEGAL le dijieron que el cuerpo ya estaba muy mal que tenian que ir a enterrarlo de inmediato cuando lo sacaran , y la familia de mi amigo dejo que si que no era problema y en eso la mama de mi amigo pidie mirar el cuerpo y los doctores le dijieron que no y e ya insistio asta que la dejaron mirara el cuerpo y e ya estaba muy mal al mirar el cuerpo de su hijo en pedasos .
Y despues que paso todo yo le pregunte a la mama de mi agigo que como estaba el cuerpo y ella me dijo que le cortaro la caveza manos y pies . y despues yo me senti muy mal por lo que le paso y la mama de mi amigo me dijo que eso fue lo que busco su hijo al ir a guatemala y que el tambien mataba y que por eso lo mataron .
Por un poco de dinero mi amigo destrullo su vida .
dios bendiga a las personas que lean esta historia y a las que no tambien gracias

Thursday, May 16, 2013

POST by RAF: Doing Denver

Rafael Brien, BIG and STRONG!

One day at the food market Elizabeth and I were buying food. I was pushing the trolley. After we got all the food I asked Elizabeth ’’can I scan the food on to the scanner thing please?” Elizabeth said ‘’maybe,” but all of the scan things had a big line so I didn’t get to do it that time.

Next we went to my first automatic car wash. The car wash was fun because the spinning, moving blue things would go on the front of the car, I asked Alex ’’what are those?” and he said ‘’they’re lots of Smurfs.” Elizabeth and I laughed out loud, hahahaha. Then when the car was being rinsed Alex scared me by saying ‘’we are moving, we are moving!” so I was a little scared.
 

After the car wash, Alex, Elizabeth and I got a surprise for me, it was icing, no I mean it was ice cream! Then when we got home I still had my ice cream and then Elizabeth and Alex said to me "the dogs like ice cream!" so I got a spoon, I put ice cream on it and gave it to the dogs, they slobbered! then Alex said to me "we give ice cream to the dogs on their birthday."

Then we all went to get my dad and a Bboy named "Jonny." Last I watched TV with everybody.


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