Some Call It The Greatest Thing That’s Ever Happened. They Call It A Killer Of Children
A Street Child in Kenya
We escaped through Tanzania and settled in Kenya through Isibania. We lived in town of Kericho wheremy mother got a job as a maid.
My mother later married a man from the Kalenjin tribe. The Kalenjin occupy most of the Rift Valley region in Kenya.
God added to our family again when my mother was blessed with three more children. We were now a family of seven, my mother and stepfather along with five sons.
One day my stepfather disappeared. We never found out where he went, neither did his family let us know where he was.
They seemed to know where he was because we were asked to vacate the land we were living on and find somewhere else to live.
When I saw how oppressed my mother was, I decided to run away and become a street child.
The Horrors of life
A street child is a child who primarily resides on the streets without any adult supervision or care. I returned home the same day I left. Read the previous post about this https://inspirationallifelessons.co.ke/2019/10/20/things-i-learned-after-100-days-of-sleepless-nights-and-man-slaughter-during-my-worst-dark-years-of-pain/
I decided to avoid going to live on the streets because the life of a street child was much harder than what I thought it could be.
There are thousands and thousands of children who live on the streets in Kenya.
They survive by eating food from garbage bins and rubbish dumps, and by begging and stealing.
The most darkest hours
In 1993, my family moved from Kericho to the town of Eldoret. One day a woman, whose name I cannot remember, came to our neighborhood looking for a boy who could help take care of someone’s cattle.
At that time I was not attending school as my single mother was not in the position to provide an education for us. Even being able to eat one meal a day was difficult.
When the job was offered to me I felt compelled to take it so that I could help support my mother and my brothers. We could no longer endure the pain and suffering.
A opportunity offered
I worked at that job for one year but never saw any salary because my mother collected my salary at the every of each month.
I had a very good relationship with the family I worked with, and left that job under good terms. I learned from that experience that life is never easy and mine surely was not easy at all.
One day while I was taking care of the cattle, I asked myself…… how long will I be doing this?
But I never gave up because I had to help support my mother andmy brothers. In 1995 I decided that I was not going to work for anyone.
I decided to fully live on the streets.
Just as the thousands of Kenya’s street children, I decided to make the streets my home.
You had to be tough to live on the streets in order to get food, water and other things which you needed in order to survive.
You could not survive on the streets without stealing, lying and begging. That’s street life.
I found life to be very hard. I wanted to know what the meaning of life was. I reflected on when I was taking care of the cattle.
Tough is street life
I had to wake up every day at 5am to clean the compound, feed the chickens and also help the other workers feed the ducks and transport food to several businesses.
I went to bed around 11pm or midnight because every evening I had to boil milk. I had to boil a lot of milk, about 120 litres ( 31 gallons), using the crude manual method of using firewood to boil the milk. I realized then that what I really needed was an education.
Life where i lived on the streets for 3 years, and never went home during that time. The streets became my home. I did not want to go home or hear anything about home.
I came to find the street life to be sweet because I could fearlessly and boldly do anything I wanted to because people feared street children.
Street children were feared because they would retaliate if anyone crossed their boundaries. Despite this, the life of a street child is very perilous. Street children have no shelter.
They have no assurance that they will have food to eat every day. No one cares
whether they live or die. There are now about 300,000 children living and working on the streets in Kenya. They are often sexually abused in return for food and clothes.