The Street Kids

While Telling His Story, The Mood Enveloped Me When The Tears Rolled Down My Cheeks.

They are usually dirty, they eat leftovers in the dust bin, and they wear torn clothes and usually smell. We call them “ABAANA BOKUNGUDO”, while foreigners call them Street Kids. No one ever wants to associate with them in any way.

When foreigners or tourists arrive in the country, they are transported like sacks of potatoes and hide because they cause shame. How awkward is the dignity and disrespect of the street children? For the sake of God, these young children are human.

When they cry out loud, we turn a blind eye and deaf ears. No one knows what these young angels (street children) go through every night. While you sleep in your King size bed, these angels (street children) are being harassed and beaten by night patrol and other bad guys.

It was on 07/22/2019, I remember it was a Monday night when a young street boy (13 years old) approached me near Diamond Trust Bank on Kampala Road, seemed so desperate, weak, and did not walk properly. As a human being, I assumed something was wrong. He asked me to give him 1000 Ugx to buy Chapati and U Fresh. At first, I was reluctant, the boy burst into tears instantly and began to cry. I promised to give him 10,000 Ugx if he could tell me what was bothering him and that was when he decided to speak.

While telling his story, the mood enveloped me when the tears rolled down my cheeks when this little angel emotionally shared his experience about how they hunt them like wild animals in the streets of Kampala and barely sleep at night. However, during the day, they are busy looking for food and money to survive, and even if they would love to sleep, it is impossible because the place where they can sleep is always busy and noisy.

He also told me how difficult it is to live on the street. "We face many challenges, such as lack of food, clothing, housing, and even school enrollment, even though we want to go back to school." Worst of all, they get hard jobs that promise them a good salary, but they don't get paid and instead threaten to kill them if they talk. “Sometimes people pass by and only turn a blind eye because, for them, we are not human beings.”

The life of these angels is in danger and at risk of contracting HIV / AIDS because they use old razors, scissors to shave their hair and cut their nails. We all know very well that the disease mentioned above can be transferred by sharing sharp objects with infected people. The boy also told me that every time they arrive at the hospital, they are told "You don't belong here".

Therefore, like the Taasa Orphan Program, we are defending the future of street children in Kampala and Uganda in general, whose stories are not told because nobody bothers to listen to them. They have no one to help them find medicines, school fees, shelters, and other necessities of life when they are sick and hungry.

Therefore, I call on the national governments of different countries, supporters, stakeholders to come and rescue these new future leaders. There are too many street children, but there are few recreational facilities.