BY: HEMPSTONE MWANGALE. In Kenya's Riverside local homes of Nairobi close to my home... Whenever I go for a walk around the neighborhood or the supermarket the street children will always cluster around me as I emerge from the car. Dirty, ragged, rheumy-eyed, they're often cheerful in a hard, artful dodger way, but they look cold and hungry and they're begging for food. This is a common encounter in many poor countries, but Nairobi is where I have grown and frankly it makes every mundane visit to town a moral assault course. It is always a painful view to see that the government is doing nothing to assist the street children who are innocent and is not they’re wish to be in such kind of a situation.
For Unreported World I've traveled to conflicts and faraway crises in several counties and country’s, but it struck me at last that I didn't have to go far at all to look for an important story. It was time to open my eyes right here. Where had these children come from? Where were their parents? What bleak histories might they tell me - and what did the future hold for them?
As a country we need to come together and decide on clearing the streets by taking the children to school so that we can have a bright future for them. It is so sad how Kenyans contribute money to host events, shows, road shows and yet forget the main problems the country is facing on the streets.
People might think that helping their children alone is important but we forget that all this children are our children and if we help them they will sure make us proud. Everyday as I walk in town I shed a tear for the same street child deserves a chance to learn like everyone else.
We need to make a decision to help our street children for they are the future of tomorrow.
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