Time

Monday morning in Malawi and the third of four weeks of the Chifundo Summer School is about to start. Eight volunteers, from schools across ...

We'd just finished cycling around Ireland and James had a plan. Take the pictures, collect our medals, two bottles, a slice of piz...

They say you should live out your dreams... I'm terrified of mine. When my head hits the pillow I have no idea where I will end up, li...

It's the smell of urine in the laneway in town, it stays in your nostrils and sticks to your shoes. The pungent aroma follows you for th...

It's a Wednesday night in a Dublin suburb, cold and wet. We're on a 5 a side football field. A once competitive game has erupted i...

From 7 in the morning until 4 in the afternoon the Chifundo Campus is alive with the sound of children. Smiles, laughter, shrieks and yells ...

"Why are you doing it?” he asked, his eyes burning a hole in my conscience. I held his inquisitive gaze for a moment before I asked hi...