What we offer Heal & grow Writing workshop I want to sing but I don’t know any songs I carry tears in my eyes; goodbye Father, goodbye Father. People have been trying to kill me since I was 14 years old. The same people from the previous century, about my father and me. I carry soil in small bags; may home never fade in my heart. I carry names, stories, memories of my village – it’s called ‘Survival Strategies and the Melancholy of Racial Assimilation’. I am an orphan of the wars forced upon me. I am a refugee of the sea rising from industrial waste and I carry my mother tongue – Uwese, Uwese, Uwese. ...a word collage by a Cotton Tree asylum seeker. Support our education fund Please select a donation amount (required) £5 £10 £20 £30 Other Set up a regular payment Donate Find out more The heal & grow branch Storytelling workshop Myth & clay workshop Photography workshop