We at BISA are so proud to share with you Garv Chadha's incredible achievement in the sport of golf!

He is the Overall Champion Golfer of the Year and Arusha Matchplay Champion!

The overall champion is based on the cumulative results for the year added at the end of the year.  Matchplay is a knockout competition whereby 32 top selected players qualify for the tournament.

On a separate note our ex student Manraj Chadha won the overall nett  for Tanzania Golf Open, the biggest event in Tanzania!

Well done boys! 

The Art of Being Bored

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I am not sure about any of you, but when I was growing up, the worst thing any of us could say in our house was, "Ma, I am bored!" We would be lambasted and sternly told that only dull people are bored and most times, chased out of the house to go and make a bird list or catch the grasshoppers eating my mother's vegetables (and paid per grasshopper in a jar.) 

Times have changed since the 60's. We have screens and internet. Most young people are glued to screens and don't have time to be bored. But here's the thing -  scientists and psychologists are now discovering the benefits of being bored! Believe it or not, being bored makes you more goal orientated, more creative, makes you realise something is missing; it could help you be more productive and kinder and is, apparently, essential for our happiness. We don't spend enough time staring out the window day dreaming and verging on being bored.

Enjoy this article and show it to the children when they whine about being bored! 

The Benefit of Books!

And so the holidays loom! And how excited we all are. They are a time to kick back, relax, do some navel gazing and replenish ourselves before the next term begins. Of course, for our A Level and IGCSE students, these holidays are taken up with revision and preparation for the upcoming mock examinations. But for the rest of us, we can take those breaks.

Some parents, who work, become a little antsy and feel obliged to ensure their children are entertained and kept busy, out of traffic so to speak. 

Well. Here is your chance to get your children reading. If they are still too little, cosy up on the couch and read bed time stories and light up those imaginations.  Reading has proven to be the best brain food ever. We wrote about this earlier on in the year and reiterate it once more. 

“Books — like dogs — are among a handful of things on this planet that just want to be loved. And they will love you back, generously and selflessly, requiring very little in return.”  - Debbie Millman

 Here is a great read on the giving nature of books.

We wish you and your families a restful break and to be blessed by the world of books! See a list of all the best books for children and teens:


Every year before we close for Christmas, the students of BISA Seconday school host a party for all the children of the wider Kisongo area. It is a joyous day of giving and fun! Many of these children come every week on a Saturday for school. Each Saturday they arrive for lessons, fun and swimming classes! The swimming classes are important. It is here, in the water, where children learn to overcome fear and learn an incredibly important life saving skill. These classes are run weekly by Charles and our Year 13 student, one of our top swimmers, Ciaran. They are run with great dedication.

But the end of year Christmas Party is a much loved event.

Close on 300 children arrive. Our students prepare a busy day, filled with fun events such as arts and crafts, games, sports, a hearty lunch and each child is sent home with a Christmas present.

We are so proud of our students who give up their week end time to share and give to other less priviledged children. 

Wishing you all a very merry Christmas!



It was Rosh Hashanah - the end of the Jewish year and a service was held at the Appelplatz. For Elie, it was a strange day. He didn't feel much like fasting and he certainly didn't feel much like praising Him. For Elie, these things seem to be more dangerous; to fast when you were starving to death. Ludicrous. Elie's faith in his religion had gone.


Elie had since been moved to the Construction Kommando, he was no longer with his Father. Elie's day involved heaving heavy concrete slabs for twelve hours a day - exhausting work. A vicious rumour began to circulate the camp one day, that 'Selection' was to take place the very day. Elie's thoughts immediately shifted to his Father - he had begun to look extremely worn. Elie was worried about him. The time came when Elie had to parade in front of the officers deciding on his fate - he ran so fast past them that Elie felt they didn't even have time to blink. Numbers were not read immediately, but instead inmates had to wait sometimes days to learn their fate. Fortunately, the order for Elie's selection did not come and likewise, his Father also passed. Others, however, were not so fortunate.


It wasn't long after this event, that the Winter properly took hold. Icy winds were blasting the camp and the inmates were not issued with any extra clothing. Elie developed an issue with his foot. He visited the Infirmary to see what advice they could offer him, conscious that he did not want to appear weak to the guards. The Doctor had insisted that they operate on Elie's foot, it was the only solution to the problem that Elie was facing. The Infirmary turned out to be 'not so bad' after all. Elie was bedded next to a frail Hungarian Jew, who constantly warned Elie of the dangers of being in the Infirmary too long. The operation went ahead and the Doctor pleasingly told Elie that after two weeks, his foot would feel as good as new.


Just two days passed, however, and news had reached the camp that the Russian Red Army was fast approaching. The SS gave a camp-wide order for the inmates to prepare to march. Elie's foot was still swollen and consideraby lame. To march on this poorly foot would be excrutiantingly painful. The alternative was to stay in the Infirmary but Elie beleived that if he did so, he would be executed by the departing SS. There was no other choice but to march. Snow was falling and the cold was biting. Elie's foot was burning but under the SS' orders, the inmates marched from Buna-Monowitz heading to where they didn't know. Elie's father walked by him, supporting him when necessary but still, Elie couldn't show any weakness. Any inmates flailing on the march were shot on the spot and left by the side of the path. It soon transpired that the inmates were heading for Gleiwitz - a camp farther north from where they had previously been. Elie had survived the first part of the SS' retreat back into Germany - something that later became known as the 'Death Marches'.


Elie later recalled how he later discovered that the patients who were too unwell to march and who stayed in the Infirmary, actually weren't executed by the SS but were instead liberated by the advancing Red Army. Fate sometimes leads us on strange paths.'


This chapter has been contributed by Chiedza Ziswa, Douglas Kwizera, Antonio Smit and Yasmina Diallo.