
My Home, My School
Liyana drew this on the morning her grandmother stayed home from work to walk her here for the first time. “She showed me which acacia trees are which,” she said.
Home / School Life
We’ve grown one room at a time. Click any photo for a closer look. Our promise is simple: every space here is clean, safe, and used. Nothing is decorative.
Spaces & Facilities
Most of these spaces are converted from regular classrooms or built by parent volunteers on weekends. Click any photo to look closer.
Every space here is cleaned daily, repaired by hand, and shared by every grade. Our promise: no child sits in a room that is not safe and not theirs.
Student Work
A small selection. Click any piece to read the story behind it. The full archive lives in the staffroom binder — you’re welcome to come page through it.

Liyana drew this on the morning her grandmother stayed home from work to walk her here for the first time. “She showed me which acacia trees are which,” she said.

A first-person essay about the August storm that flooded the maize field. We chose this because Tebogo wrote three drafts in his own time.

A clay-and-cardboard model of Tebogo’s grandparents’ homestead, with a thatched-grass roof and tiny figurines for each cousin.

Lerato delivered her three-minute English speech on family heroes. It was the first time she had spoken alone in front of more than four people. We were proud and so was she.

A working model rainwater filter. Karabo presented it at the District Science Day in March and explained the trade-off between flow rate and clarity.