From the Pavement to a Fresh Start!! My Journey of Transformation

There was a time when I believed the streets of Kampala would be my home forever. I slept on a piece of cardboard near the taxi park, my small backpack serving as a pillow. My days were spent searching for scraps of food in rubbish bins or asking passersby for a few coins to buy chapati. The nights were cold and filled with danger. Many times, I stayed awake out of fear — fear of thieves, fear of the police, fear that I might not wake up at all.

I had not always been without a home. Just a few years earlier, I worked as an assistant in a hardware shop. But when the owner sold the business and moved away, I lost my job. With no savings and relatives who had their own struggles, I was left on my own. I searched for work for months without success. Eventually, paying rent became impossible, and I was evicted from my small room in Kisenyi. That was the beginning of my life on the streets. To Read More, Tap Here