From the Streets to a New Beginning!! My Journey of Survival

There was a period in my life when I thought the streets of Kampala would be my permanent home. I slept on a piece of cardboard near the taxi park, using my small backpack as a pillow. My days were spent scavenging for leftover food in trash bins or asking strangers for a few coins to buy chapati. Nights were cold and full of danger. Often, I stayed awake out of fear — fear of thieves, fear of the police, fear that I might not wake up at all.

I was not always homeless. A few years earlier, I had a small job as an assistant in a hardware shop. But when the owner sold the shop and moved to another town, I lost my job. I had no savings, and my relatives were dealing with their own challenges. I tried to find other work, but months passed without any success. Paying rent became impossible, and I was eventually evicted from my small room in Kisenyi. That marked the beginning of my life on the streets.To Read More, Tap Here