Kulula Skills Centre Photo Album

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We just love the outdoors and Kulula's peace is our home!		This donkey and his donkey buddy was donated to us by the SPCA (Humane Society). They were removed from an abusive owner and they have severe scars all over their bodies to bear witness to it. But at Kulula they were spoilt and became like children, so much personality, so much kindness to give.

Volunteer Elena from Spain escorting the senior girls to a shopping day. Part of the socialization program.	Volunteer Carina from Norway (and Thandi on her lap) doing her bit for the choir.
Intombi Shelter girls visiting Kulula for the holidays. Some forlorn, some sad, mostly confused - but joyous to be alive.
1998 in the beginning of it all - Volunteers, Amke from the Netherlands, Fin. Director Jaques, and children offload 1200 young olives trees to be planted on the farm.	A picture such as this proves t his one is so important to most of the girls. It proves that they are normal and that they belong, have friends and have nice clothes. These little pictures become their treasures, their diplomas in the art of life, and proves not only to them, but to society that they are normal even though forsaken by parents and family.	Volunteers from Norway, Carina and Susanna, took the Kulula girls to a field trip to Pretoria city. Great times, very educational and in uniform! very important in Africa - imparts a sense of belonging.


Every afternoon Kulula girls do sports activities. They try their hand at anything, from cricket to hoola hoops.	A view of the cabin complex. Snugly between a clump of trees surrounded by tall African grass. Kulula is definitely not the murderous city, and living at Kulula is also not for the timid. Winters are cold, summers are hot, the elements are never far away - but its freedom and community that we experience here.	Rehabilitation from child abuse came rapidly for the two donkeys. Its easy to spoil them, they are very appreciative of one's giving.

The first dorm complex at Kulula had an earth floor, no glass in the windows, no ceiling and gaping holes for air-conditioning. During the rain season we waded through the mud and during winter the girls shared beds and pooled blankets - tuff, hard, a life of poverty...but we found healing in community and loving from the personnel, and together we made it through the years.