How the streets became my home.

I do not know where my father is and I was told that my mother remarried elsewhere, so at home, it was just me and my grandmother for a while, but she also passed on.

I started living on the streets after she passed on because nobody cared for me like she did when she was alive. I stopped school in primary four at Aywee Primary School when I was just eight years old and I have now been on the streets for about four years. Even while I was still studying, sometimes especially during holidays and weekends, I would disappear from home and I live on the streets since I felt free and did whatever I wanted on the streets.

I survived on collecting and selling scraps and sometimes marijuana and when Corona broke out, life became hard because soldiers and police started raiding our hideouts and also patrolling the streets regularly so my movement became difficult at certain times of the night.

A story of Sam (Not real name)

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