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White Dove Childrens Home

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Life was good as a kid. I lived with my parents even if we didn’t have enough, as a kid my parents were enough for me, but then things changed. One day my mom left for the market and on her way she was hit by a car as she moved on the road side, she died on spot; it was a hit and run, I was four years old when that happened. As time went by, after a period of two years my dad didn’t like being alone so he ended up re-marrying, but my stepmother wasn’t too fond of me. She always beat me for no good reason even for small mistakes and how ever much I told my dad, he never seemed to care, instead he would also beat me telling me to stop lying about his wife. This went on for three years; I had stopped going to school and instead worked as a house boy(house helper) doing nearly every thing at home starting from cooking, (even if my stepmom was home doing nothing) fetching water, washing their clothes and dishes, mopped the house, I even lied their bed and fetched firewood and most times I did all this with an empty stomach. When i was ten years old my stepmom burnt me with hot sauce on my head and hands, just because i served myself food before she came home, I had wait since lunchtime till 9 pm when i decided to eat and go to bed, but i was woken up hot water poured on me and a good beating by my stepmother. That’s when i said to my self enough is enough and i decided to run away from home, my father never bothered to look for me, with no relatives to go to, I followed the roads to a small town called kaleerwe in the suburbs of Kampala and started sleeping in trenches; but i made sure i wake myself up before dawn so that no one notices me, then walked to the main city to find food and water. I was ten years old when i arrived on the street and lived there for four years. Eventually I started to sleep with my new friends (also street kids) in the city ( Kampala), we found an abandoned warehouse were we slept, we tried to find work but it wasn’t easy, hunger was part of our daily lives; so we found ourselves stealing from market stalls- sometimes cassava, sometimes yellow bananas, i never pick pocketed though, that scared me; i used to pray that God would provide food to keep me from having to do that. I’m not a thief by nature, i was stealing to survive. One day, i will never forget that day. I met a Good Samaritan, this gentleman gave me 20000 UGX {6 USD} i used this money to start a business selling plastic bags. I purchased a box of bags then sold them individually in the taxi park (old taxi park) in Kampala and the nearby market ( owino market) in Kampala city, as time went on the money doubled , the business was successful and finally i didn’t have to steal for food; until one night as i was leaving the city and a gang of men attacked me and robbed me all of my money and savings, I was left with nothing. Once again i couldn’t afford food, i gave my best effort not to steal again, so i tried so much to look for a job and by Gods grace i got a job in an abattoir. I used to help clean the place and sometimes the owner gave me small pieces of meat; sometimes i would roast the meat over a fire and eat it myself, other times i would sell it to get water. After some months i used my salary i had gotten to startup my plastic bags business again and this time with all the money i got after a long while, i decided to leave the city (Kampala) because life in the city was too expensive to maintain, so i moved to Mpigi district in a small rural village called butambala where i settled and started doing other jobs like fetching water for people and digging for money. By then i was sixteen years old. After awhile (three years; i was nineteen years old), i resorted to making bricks from mud, which i do during the dry seasons and still dig in the rainy season, because bricks earn some good money, cause one brick costs (100 UGX) so if am able to make (1000) bricks i could get (1,000,000)UGX in other words (270.USD). When I was twenty two years old, I realize i could get the little i have and share it with others who don’t have, and they were so many children around the same village who were striving on their own, most of them were orphans too, some mistreated by their parents and i decided to lend a hand hence my organization WHITE DOVE CHILDREN’S HOME, which is here to help give hope to the hopeless and home to the homeless. THATS WHY I CALL UPON ALL OF YOU OUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY TO HELP US TO MAKE OUR DREAMS COME TRUE BY DONATING TO OUR CAUSE, THANK YOU MAY THE LORD BLESS YOU ALL Am by names - Ntege hatib    

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Kerryn Bosdorf
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Truganina VIC

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