Glenn Perry, Dubai-based musician, director of Dubai Music School and charity worker

You don't need permission to help someone. The palpable cries of orphaned children and from disaster regions need to be heard. I do.

I am working with Kibera Children's Home. Kibera is a squalid area in Nairobi and Kenya's largest slum. It is a place most don't visit. Here the venom of poverty stings so hard there is no anodyne. Children subsist on one meal a day, if lucky.

Abominable sanitation issues stare at you with belligerence and mockery. It is inhuman. Yet, I see Kibera's humaneness through the orphaned progeny.

I work with 17 orphanages around the world. I have always been involved with charitable causes through my music, but after my father, Chris, passed away in 2002, I pursued such causes assiduously. Helping those in need is an edifying experience.

Over the years, I have witnessed suffering and tragedy.
I remember my meeting with 9-year-old Kagunda at the Cayole Children's Orphanage in Kenya this year. He was slovenly and forlorn.

He asked me if I would meet his little sister. I said, "Yes." He smiled, held my hand and led me towards a derelict area of the complex. He pointed to the ground where his 7-year-old sister was buried.

She had died of Aids the previous year. I was so overwhelmed with grief (that) I couldn't assuage Kagunda's pain. I have countless such stories to tell.

In a maelstrom of poverty and lack of opportunity.

At the Kibera Children's Home, the oldest child is 8. Some are terminally ill, most are malnourished. Many run away to beg. A few even engage in heinous street acts.

I realised that rebuilding a housing structure isn't enough, so I started an education programme after contacting local volunteers. I spent two weeks in Kibera this year. In Kenya I also work in the Cayole and Mathare slum areas. Still, there is much to be done in Africa.

I think of the epochal moment in 2000 when I met two Ethiopian children while travelling to London. Their parents told me they were suffering from Aids and were going back to Africa. They suggested I visit some day.

I wasn't prepared to face a place embittered by poverty, but still I flew to Ethiopia. I went to various orphanages, each one more disturbing and devastatingly haunting than the last.

One of them, Moses Children's Home, left me incensed and saddened. There were 40 children cramped in a warren-like place; never before had I seen such a dire human state.

My decision to work with orphanages is providential. Every year, I visit various orphanages. I stay anywhere from a week to a month. Two months ago I held a benefit concert in Dubai titled Hope for Children to raise funds to build a new orphanage in Kibera. I hope to collect enough funds to be able to build it by this year-end.

I heal through music, so do these orphaned children.
One of the problems orphanages face is children running away. Yes, running away from a sanctum where they have a good chance of getting at least one meal a day.

"They run away to beg so they can spend on trivial needs," explained the caretaker at the Kibera Children's Home, which has 32 children.

"I have a solution," I told her.

After a few days, I returned with music instruments: guitars, organs, drums, flutes and African percussion instruments. I set up a music centre in a part of the home. (And not for the first time; almost every orphanage I have worked with has a music centre.)

The children squealed in delight. They picked up the flutes, drums and a few percussion instruments and put on an extemporaneous musical show! It was delightful.

Their incandescent happy faces warmed my heart and moved me to tears. I was surprised to witness such precocious talent.

The children don't run away anymore.

Rhythm is at the heart of Africa and her people. I watched how these children's fears, insecurities and inadequacies disappear through music. I train local volunteers in music, who in turn, teach at various orphanages. I have worked with children for 28 years at my music school in Dubai.

I know they love music. I allow these underprivileged children a form of recreation and try to explore their talents. I hope to introduce certification facilities at these centres in the future.

In a few orphanages, I have opened dance centres. Again, local volunteers help run these operations. Dancing is inherent to the African pulse. Children love dancing and my centres help develop their dancing talent.

Surprisingly, these charity projects have also proved to be a musical journey for me. I have been exposed to different African rhythms, mainly African jazz and reggae.

There's not enough time to help everybody.

In addition to my ongoing work with orphanages, I am working towards setting up charity missions and rehabilitation centres in Africa to deal with child prostitution, street children and ostracised women. I do the groundwork by contacting interested local agencies.

Africa is full of orphaned children, but my work is not restricted there. I work with orphanages in the Philippines, Indonesia, New Orleans, Pakistan and Sri Lanka. I hope to work with an orphanage in India soon.

At times, my charity efforts have been parlous. I have faced destitution and danger, but it has not affected my alacrity to help.

I work in disaster-ravaged regions. I was (part of) the rescue operations in the Philippines after it was hit by a typhoon earlier this year. I (participated in the) relief efforts after Indonesia and Sri Lanka were hit by the tsunami in 2004 and in Java, Indonesia, after it was hit by an earthquake in 2006.

In 2005, after Kashmir and Pakistan were hit by earthquakes, I went there to help. And in 2005, I assisted relief operations in New Orleans after hurricane Katrina and was in Mumbai in 2006 after the severe flooding. There's so much more to be done.

The danger doesn't discourage me. Thus far, I have been fortunate.

To contact Glenn Perry, e-mail glenn.perry@yahoo.com