June 23, 2012
HERE ARE SOME OF THE TESTIMONIES OF THE STREET CHILDREN I PASTOR
1. I am NAGUDI FLORENCE from Katekwii. My parents stayed together, but fought and quarreled in my presence. My mother, being a housewife, she 100% depended on my dad for everything. My dad was a drunkard, so became very hard for my mom to keep requesting from him our food, as doing such would always end up in serious quarrel and mostly a fight. These clashes happened many times and my mom gave up on her marriage, and decided to run away from home, leaving us behind with dad and yet we were still young, [Its culture in Africa that if a man marries a woman she becomes his property.] I was about 12 years of age. Our dad was not taking good care of us in terms of feeding, education, health and now he turned the biting from mom to us. I resorted to disappearing from home and ended up here where am in the streets of NSAMBIYA town.
2. Am OKECHO PAUL originally from Gulu. My parents were abducted and killed by Kony Rebels [LRA,the lords resistance movement].When these rebels attacked my village 10 years ago, they killed children, women, and men. I was left for dead. Lucky enough their bullets never caught me, so two hours later from the time of the attack, I regained my senses, and realized I was lying among dead bodies. I could not believe what my eyes were seeing, I was only 5 years of age. I started crying due to fear, when I saw my mom and my sister in a pool of blood. I looked for my dad but he was nowhere to be seen. Fortunately some three village mates of mine were hiding, so they came to my rescue and carried me up. They searched for survivors, and got more two girls aged about 13years, who were raped and were left helpless.
We were now six in number, I remember we footed for days and spend our nights on the way, till we reached Mbale town. I lived there for two years but life wasn’t shifting well, as the other boys stopped taking care of me. I ended up moving till I found myself at Kampala streets which is now my home.
3. Am DANIEL SENTAMU also called CONQUARA. Am 16 years of age. I have lived on streets of Iganga for now 6 years. Life sometimes can decide to turn upside down. It all started when I lost my dad. It was rumored that he was not my biological dad, but he loved and cared for me and offered what a dad had to. After his death my uncles decided to chase my mom from her matrimonial home. She had no option but to leave, so she then started moving from one man to another. I remember her moving with me to homes of more than twenty men to spend different nights. This continued until she abandoned me on street. Whenever I ask her friends why she decided to live me on street, they tell me I used to spoil her market. I am told she is now in prostitution business in Kampala city. I don’t know which side of the city. So I have no option but to live in my new home where I am welcome [that’s the street he calls home of the free]. Life here is not comfortable, and its survival of the fittest. Please come to my rescue. I need somewhere to call home.
4. Am BENJAMIN WAGA LUKA, 14 years of age. I have a mom and dad, but my dad has seven wives and besides that he is also a drunkard . All he does is to drink [waragi] all day, then he comes back home to beat up my mother, my two sister and me. He does not even care if his children have eaten or not. Things got worse when he started raping my sisters whenever he got home drunk. They then decided to leave home and got to the streets of Kumi. I was left home but the situation got worse when he made me his punching bag. Starvation got worse at home. I then had to leave home and got to the streets of Kananga. Lucky enough I met my sisters there. We now live hand to mouth in order to keep life going on. Please come to our rescue, we need a better home than the street, we also need education and better people to call dad.
5. Am ANNET am 17years of age. I have lived on street for now 3 years. It all started when I was at school. My step dad started visiting me often; he always came with expensive gifts whenever he visited. He one day came and picked me from school and took me to a lodge and forced me to have sex with him. He actually raped me. One month later when there was a general check up for all school girls, it was discovered that I was pregnant, so my mom was called and I was handed over to her by the school authority. She took me home and ask me who was responsible? I told her it was my step dad her husband. She did not listen to me but instead said I was accusing her husband falsely because I hated him. She then decided to chase me from home telling me to go find the man who was responsible for the pregnancy. I had no option but to come and live on street till I gave birth to my baby boy. I have named him street because he has no home and that’s where he belongs. Please help find my son a better home to grow up from.
THANK GOD FOR THE GIFT OF MOM JANE AND NICK FOR THE GREAT HELP THEY ARE GIVING TOWARDS THE ABANDONED, NEGLECTED, REJECTED AND CONSIDERED USELESS STREET KIDS OF UGANDA. Aaron
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I am AARON WOLF, ABU street kid’s pastor Kampala. I am a born of 1990 and am told I lost my parents at the age 3 years to a motor accident .
I didn’t have any relative, so I was adopted by my Dad’s friend who took me in as his own. But little did I know that he had his own intention of a adopting me because he wanted to own the houses that my dad had left behind. I realized it when I grew a little older, when people started telling he had turned the titles of the houses into his name.
My life started changing when I asked about that. I think he realized that I had grown and started having a broader mind. They turned me into their houseboy and I was assigned all household work. Not only that but I also had to wash the stains of blood on the daughters underwear .
When the situation became extreme, I left the house and moved to another uncle’s home [I used to be calling him uncle] He took me in but later the situation there was even worse. So I moved from home to home. I tell you staying in peoples homes is not easy. At last I ended up with a friend.
I met MOM JANE, on the streets of Kumi city. Most of my hanging out I do it on streets with street kids, as they are good people. She encouraged me and boosted my hope for life. She prayed for me and promised to be my mom. Mom Jane inspired me to be a street pastor. This has helped me give most of the street kids hope of life. MOM JANE, THANKS FOR THE GREAT HELP YOU RENDER TO THE STREET CHILDREN OF UGANDA.
God has answered most of my prayers. He has brought me a long way as far as my studies are concerned. Am currently at Kampala International University . I got a scholarship but have to contribute some of the tuition fees, accommodation and meals. All this I leave to Gods mercy.
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A writing by Aaron Wolf
It all seems very astonishing in how the world operates. This is portrayed in the different types of life that people live. While there are a number of people having surplus, there are also those having nothing at their disposal which is normally street children, who depend on passerbys, and the dumped surplus that is thrown away by the rich. This forces them to depend on rubbish pits for food.
Most people here perceive street children as spoilt children who have failed to grow up in their families, and hence they refer to them as very bad children and yet this not the case. Due to the hardships that street children undergo, it pushes them to doing a lot of begging among people in posh vehicles thinking that at the end of the day they would have ripped the most money, but all in vain, because such people in high class vehicles give them a deaf ear.
OH! Life on street is hell. It’s unbelievable and stressing. It’s worse than what you could ever think. Imagine eating like wild dogs on rubbish pits, dressing in rags [cloths made out of different pieces of cloth put together to form what to put on], and then sleeping on peoples verandas. People here don’t even think of these street children like they are human beings; they care for their cows more than these children.
But for us, in our own opinion, street children should be sympathized with and hence assistance should be granted to them by our different capacities.
Please consider what you can do to help.
Aaron Wolf, ABU street Pastor, Kampala
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