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What if your old clothing’s could inspire a better tomorrow to child in a community near you?

KAREs Plus is an initiative with a passion for providing aids to the poor; by converting student’s trifles or old items into reusable or valuables for the less privilege in its immediate communities.

Our Goal is to promote students social responsibility and solve the problem of unavailability of good clothing in rural communities.

Founding Story
Veronica stood in the bus and narrated how her friend got posted to a village where schools are hut built since 1992, a hut that reminded her of the kitchen our grandmothers used in the olden days, children wore one tattered cloth for a whole week and sometimes even two without hope of washing because there were no extra ones. Her friend who came on a Friday and was to return on a Sunday but she was in need of clothing, shoes, old items e.t.c she could give to the poor children & youth of these community. 

  • KAREs COLLECTS your junks or old items which it considers as reusable valuables rather than have them thrown away; SORT, PROCESS, PACKAGE & DISTRIBUTE them neatly to the needy in the community. These items may vary from shirts, trousers, shoes, bags… etc.
  • Store up-cycled item and make them readily available to NGOs, Individuals, and Charities to distribute

If you are around the University of Ibadan and have any old item you wish to discard; kindly allow us the privileged of being your trash bin for this items.

You can also donate to our initiative via FINOFUND CROWDFUNDING PLATFORM on www.finofund.com or deposited to the account details below with the project name "KAREs" reflecting in your depositor’s name:
Account Name – FINOCROWD SOCIAL ENTERPRISE
Account Number – 2 0 2 8 0 1 0 0 8 7
Bank Name – First Bank PLC

Please Message or Call: Veronica on 08099813344 or Bolaji on 07036466617
Or BBM: 5687F5E8
You can also like our Facebook page: www.facebook.com/kareplus
Or email us @ karesplus@gmail.com           
Phone No: +2348099813344, leave us a message on 


If you CARE, KAREs can care for more!!!





by  Tit'Oluwa Hadassah Olumideko

I see them a lot.
Seemingly nice relationship with the husband. Respectful children. A thriving business. A good fellowship with God.
But a dirty house! A disorganised office. Plate stacked up in the kitchen. Floors not swept. Bedroom not in order (not only rough, dirty!)
Roaches, rats and the sorts!
I have tried to see how these things add up! It doesn't.
I'm not talking wealth but even if it is about wealth, these people are above average!
Be clean! The men like a well looking home. They just might not say it. It does not cost much.
Sweep, mop, dust, clean, arrange! A clean house, a clean office, bright looking clothes. We can do this, women! Just in case you can't, hire a housekeeper! Just make sure the house is presentable.
Be clean!
 

Ever heard of RICCI'S? I guess your answer is NO! 
That because RICCI'S is a new startup kitchen to be hosted within the University of Ibadan community. A company established to create a difference in student eating habbit & lifestyle; offering exquisite dishes at affordable student friendly prices.

RICCI'S is Nigeria's first weekends-only and nightlife-centric chain of campus restaurants powered by the culinary genius of the Nation's finest student chefs.

Our chefs who are students of the campus locations we are situated are trained and encouraged to create uniquely original recipes for the exquisite tastes missing in the tertiary sphere. While our chefs enjoy their favorite endeavor (cooking), their colleagues access the effect of their fun – high quality, nutritious meals. 


With their recent introduction of  "Macariccis" one can't but anticipate exclusive dishes with an extra touch of class to savour your delightfulness. 
RICCI'S unveil code/date is #140214... 14Feb2014 at the University of Ibadan.
 
They have certainly got the hype and buzz steaming;   


Join the RICCI'S train by following their page on https://www.facebook.com/CuisinesRicci?ref=hl

RICCI'S is not for the average regular person, it's for 'YOU!' - the "creme de la creme"!!!

by Oluwaseyi Tomosori Catherine

https://www.facebook.com/oluwaseyi.t.catherine


If you missed part1 Click here

We walked the mountain terrain during the day and slept in the caves at night.The cold came,drought came,many died but i kept going...I wondered why..What other life could be out there for me other than this which i'm living at the moment?

I was trained to carry guns,to kill,to survive!I endured bites frm mosquitoes,the cold and the heat..i found succour in d rocks which had become my bed and pillow,raw meat at times was all i could eat,the water from the rocks,an ambrosia to my lips.

Today we march on to conquer a village so small...Orders are being given,I've been assigned to the fifth division..we march at sunset..I'm so scared,so terrified...i'm going to kill once again this evening..this time around,is it gonna be an adult or a child?a man or a woman?...I can hear the soldiers making their rounds,giving the usual dose of morphine..They barge into my room as usual,drag me down and inject me..Now i'm strong,my emotions are gone,i'm ready to hunt and kill.

At sunset,we marched...we entered the village,killed every adult,took every supply in sight,put each child in manacles and set the village ablaze...We left and got to a point ontop of a hill n here we made the children watch as their once cherished home and family burn to the ground...we destroyed and erased a part of the human race within 2 hours.

Tonight is the night of celebration and as usual,two children or rather captives are made to fight each other to the death..The effect of the morphine has worn off..I just can't watch this..i must return to my room...i turned and left for my room...i entered and laid on my rock of a bed and then drifted off to dreamland...

..."someone is here with me,he is trying to part my thighs..i can't feel my hands..is this another nightmare?"
Suddenly,my eyes are open..this is certainly not a joke..there is a man standing over me..it's Mohammed...i'm tryna scream but i can't; i've been gagged and tied up...Mohammed came down on me,tore that tiny veil; 
he stole my innocence!!!

I've accepted my fate...and now, i patiently await the day i would have the pleasure of driving my dagger right through his heart and take my revenge on my captors,set the captives free as we all sing and chant "Freedom at last"



I am that African Child whose cries await discovery......

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BY Oluwaseyi Tomosori Catherine

Fire!Fire!!Fire!!!...the voices kept clamoring,the footsteps were closing up,the noise was coming near..Now what is happening?i keep wondering...is the time for the festival near?maybe it has begun already..No!that isn't it,a voice keeps telling me something dangerous is happening...I stand up from my mat,move closer to the door,throw it open only to see soldiers beating helpless children,shooting every male in sight..Oh!I can see one of them struggling with my friend Halima...What is really happening?

Oh!it seems the war is finally here!..Yes it definitely is!!!I can feel the sweat trickling down my face,my heart pounding fast...I have to make an escape,run for my dear life but where is mother,my sisters?
Mama!Mama!!Chioma!!!Tochi!!!Nneka!!!Where are you?The war is here!we have to run....They aren't answering,the panic sets in. Have they been killed?Perhaps they have escaped and must have forgotten to wake me up!Oh why did i fall asleep?why does this have to happen now?I've got to go,I need to hurry....Suddenly,the pictures become hazy,it's all becoming blurry!flashes everywhere...why i'm i going in circles?Somebody Please Help!Draw me out of this labyrinth.

Now the pictures are suddenly brighter,the flashes are gone,the images,clearer...I look around,mama is right here,my sisters are snoring softly..Alas,'twas all a dream!
I really should go back to bed now,'tis too early to be awake..Surprisingly,i can hear the noise again,it is clearer this time,there is someone banging hard on the door,we all jump almost at the same time..Suddenly,they barged in..we shrieked and cried...Clubs,rods,iron rammed on us n everything went blank.

I'm cold,I'm shivering,why can't i feel ma hands nor my legs?i'm so wet and all tied up..Slowly i open my eyes,i'm surrounded by men,they are laughing and drinking,eyes so red and bloodshot..who are this men?the memories are coming back..yeah,they are the same soldiers who raided our village!and now it's all glaring..i was actually captured and separated from my loved ones.


Day after day we matched,memories of my loved ones haunted me,knowing that i might never get to see them again scared me.....(to be cont'd)....


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