As a small child I loved to care for other children so much. Every day I would love to play, Share my everything with my fellow children at our Village and even at school. But despite of all my family was too poor. My Father died of HIV/AIDS when I was 9 years old and left us alone with our mother, with no one to help. Our mother had no money to take us to school and to feed us. Every day life was a mess.
Every time I remember how our father used to look after us despite of him having little money, May his soul Rest in peace.
The next year; We went to our uncle, he was also poor with a big family and life there wasn’t changed, we got mistreated instead then we ran away to streets.

While at Streets life was so disgusting, No hope to Food, No more School, No shelter, everything there was “NO”
This marked the beginning of another life story full of suffering like an orphan and vulnerable child. Following this life experience, I realized that all I went through was a base line training of giving back hope, love and care to children and people in similar life experiences. The dream of helping orphans kept burning inside my heart for years.

One day around the village some gospel preacher came and organized a big Crusade, they preached in our community, me and my brother were there listening but our intentions were to get something to Eat not Gospel,
The next day of the crusade the woman preached from MATTHEW 25:35; For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, this touched me and I asked my brother have you heard that? He answered no. Reading the Bible for the first time in my life taught me truth about God.