I Am The Lost Son

Last Sunday, I returned to the spot where I met Jaffari. I had came with glad tidings. Some readers of Jaffari’s story driven by compassion sent me mobile money to help him start his dream business.  But he was not there, I stood confused. As I turned to leave, there was a young man in…

Cold and concrete

Take a stroll, you will find the homeless people of Uganda on main streets, markets, nooks and alleys. During the day, most are invisible. They blend with other kampalans.  The homeless of all ages sleep on street verandas at night – children, teenagers, old men and women waiting to die. Those that were are street…