Choie Sew Hoy was born in 1838 in the city of Guangdong Province in China. A company named Cheong shing tong ( the Flourishing Virtue society) formed in 1878 owned by Choie Sew Hoy down in Dunedin. The goal of the company was to return all the deceased Chinese to their families before they could turn into “hungry ghosts.” Choie Sew Hoy was a miner later becoming a merchant to provide for his family. Choie Sew Hoy felt the Chinese people were getting fines just for coming into the country. So he often talked to the Government and asked them if  the Chinese could be treated fairly. He got married and soon had 4 kids.  Choie Sew Hoy was an accomplished business and merchant selling rice, peanut oil and  mining needs and exporting scraps of metal, and old horseshoes back to China. Choie also gave moneyto the local hospital, library and other charities.

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During Lent we fast for 40 days. We give something up to be able to get closer to God. My Lenten backpack has things that represent Prayer, Fasting and Almsgiving. To help me through this journey I have packed A Bible, so I can be fed wisdom. A Cross, to remind me that Jesus died on the Cross for me. A Sandwich, water, money and a medical kit to help those in need.

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Dear diary

Looking back into the distance seeing the miserable, exhausted faces, eyes filled with tears. Smoke, ash and sweat enters my nostrils. Thinking about old times smiling with tears of anger thinking of what I could’ve done knowing I’m just 10. Dad is doing whatever he can  to give love knowing he can’t share it with anyone else. I’m the only one left. People refusing to let their loved ones go, begging for mercy enters my eardrums. The sound of babies whining for their parents, not knowing that they’re not going to grow up with the love they deserve.

It was like I was walking for years, my feet throbbing from walking miles, many people, including myself, tried so hard not to fall and collapse. People begging for mercy echoing in my ears. Shivered with fear as images flashed of people falling to the ground, people running to help themselves. The last words of many people repeated. Children were crying wondering where their parents were, not knowing they had passed. I can still smell smoke and sweat as I tried to rest my eyes on the rough rocks surrounding us as we searched for a place to rest.. Night falls upon us. Everyone shivering from the cold icy wind. We find ourselves all huddling trying to survive through the night. People are still crying thinking about their loved ones that have passed. “Finally,” I think to myself just wanting a good night’s rest..

Malo e lelei My name is Ahrmani. I go to Saint Patrick’s School. I am in year 8 and my teacher is Ms George. My favourite subject is writing. I am good at sports, writing and making new friends. My goal for this year is to improve in math. In my spare time I like to talk and spend time with my friends.  

The river allows God’s rays to shine, jesus’ love to grow and the Holy Spirit to flow.