Age: 14
Biriga, Uganda
I am 14 years old. My father died when I was three years and my mother also died the next year. I lived with my step-mother after that but it was not easy. She used to mistreat me like starving me, beating me and reminded me about my late parents all the time. Eventually she chased me away from home. I started living on the streets when I was five years old. I ate from the rubbish bins, slept under the tree shades, washed clothes for people to get money, running errands for people and used to cook by the roadside.
I thank God that now I go to school, have a nice bed at the Youth Corps home. I go to church every Sunday; my best friend is Sophie. I enjoy dancing and playing netball.
