Why my parents never stayed with me is not that they never loved me. It was because of the situation and the environment that could not support my staying with them. We lived in a slam place in Kampala called Nsambya Kevina in a small single room house of any Ghetto or slam place you can think of.
Since I was not the only child they had given birth, my parents decided to send me to the village to stay with my grand parents. Therefore my parents could then put much attention on my younger brothers who needed more attention and care than I. Life in the village together with my grand parents was not easy at all. My grand parents were old and could not work in order to get food and other facilities to sustain my life. I had a hard experience of life that I am not proud to narrate now. I was begging food from house to house, and most of cases, I was criticized, insulted and sometimes chassed away by our neighbors. I can not remember how many times I slept on the street with an empty stomach, sometimes under heavy rain. Either rich or poor, a child has to grow. Rich child grows in good conditions, while poor child will grow in horrible conditions. But both will grow……. (TO BE CONTINUED)
Contact Address of CALM
Rev Father Elie Nyandwi, sdb
Director of CALM (Uganda, East Africa)
Tel: +256788936115
E-mail: nyandwielie@yahoo.fr
