Generations will always be there to perfect history. Young will always grow older to share experience and opportunities. This of course will differ from one individual to the other. Today I am so humbled to share with you a personal experience that changed my life.
It was one morning, of June 2005 when I walked down along one of the streets of Nairobi when one little street girl of about 6 confronted me. It was so cold and still drizzling. She wore a tattered, muddy dress. A look on her face suggested want.
" Please give me five shillings..." She begged.
Before I would reply to her, she suddenly ran away leaving me astounded. It was the city council security agents she had noticed from a far....they would beat them even to death.
I tried to look around for some time if I would see her again but in vain. I went home with a very big burden in my heart about the street children. I kept at times remembering this experience but did not have much to do. I desired I would do something to change a hopeless life but unable. One and a half years down the line, God asigned me a duty in a very unusual manner that I started a community center for needy children even when I did not have much money....
From that time, I have always desired to work and humly serve the children and the community and indeed, yes I enjoy their company..
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