Have you ever had this strong urge to help someone but you have no means to do so? I mean nothing at all that every day you look at this person your heart bleeds inside, just to know that there is nothing you can do to help him. In my last blog, I promised to share what really motivated my passion for children. Despite the fact that I had the passion, I needed something to remind me how much passionate I am towards the career I wanted to choose for myself.
This is when I remembered that time in my first year at Makerere Univesity. I used to find this young boy about 10 or 12 years old on my way to the University. The first time I found him seated next to an entrance of a certain house, I asked him why he wasn't at school. He told me he was waiting for his Primary seven results, then the next day he told me he was sent away from school due to school financial fees. After this I realised he wasn't a normal child, I don't know why, but I really felt so attached to this boy. I continued meeting him every day on my way to school and each time I could spend some time with him, sometimes when I had coins I could give him some.
I could think about him more than I thought about myself. It hurt me so much that I had a chance to go to school and he never got that chance. I wished I could do something about his situation, but I couldn't. Then after like a year, he started begging especially on taxis from Entebbe to Kampala. One day I found him with his mom at around 14:00 hours, he had collected some money. I found him giving money to his mother, after he told his mother how hungry he was. What broke my heart is his own mother told him to go fetch firewood and then go back and beg. My heart broke into pieces tears rolled down my face. I felt so angry about the fact that I couldn't do anything to help this young boy.
I realised his mom had given up on him, but only interested in the money he brings home. I hadn't given up on him, but I did know how to help him. Helplessness killed me softly each day I met him. I made a pledge to myself that one day God willing, I will be able to help such children. If I can't at least I would help at least a child one day. When I was given Childhood Studies, I knew God was making a way for me to help such children. Giving up this chance meant I was disappointing my friend who I met every day on my way to school. I pray that God willing I am able to make a change in the lives of children. I know I can't help every child, but I can help a fraction and to me that fractions will mean a world to me. A chance to bring a smile on a child's face, so help me God.
See you next time.
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