From the Streets to a New Life!! My Story of Change
There was a time in my life when I thought the streets of Kampala would be my home forever. I slept on a piece of cardboard near the taxi park, using my small backpack as a pillow. My days were spent looking for leftover food in dustbins or asking strangers for a few coins to buy chapati. Nights were cold and dangerous. Sometimes I would stay awake because of fear fear of thieves, fear of the police, fear of not waking up at all.
I was not always homeless. A few years before, I had a small job as a helper in a hardware shop. But when the owner sold the shop and moved to another town, I lost my job. I had no savings, and my relatives had their own problems. I tried to find other work, but months went by without any success. Rent became impossible to pay, and I was evicted from my small room in Kisenyi. That is how my life on the streets began. Full story on the title.
One afternoon, I met a man called Peter while I was sitting outside a small roadside café. He had once been a street vendor, but now he owned a stall in Nakawa market. We started talking, and he told me that his life had also been hard before. He shared how things changed for him after getting help from famous traditional Doctors. He explained that they had ways of helping people improve their lives, even without meeting them face-to-face. I had never heard of such a thing before. When I asked how to reach them, Peter wrote their contact on a piece of paper: .. Contact reading.
