Monday 22nd July
Today I was
being introduced to Friends of the Street Children, which partly involved
joining the outreach workers on night outreach. To maintain anonymity, I
decided to mix and match different elements of different people’s stories and
use a made-up name.
I didn't get Angela's permission to put her picture on my blog, so this the picture from a google image search that I thought most resembled her. |
Angela
Angela was
an outgoing and bubbly girl. When we bumped into her as we walked through the streets of Kitwe at night, she asked for her picture to be taken, and then
looked at the image on the digital camera and exclaimed “Ah! I am beautiful!”
Her father
died when she was young, and her family continued without the main breadwinner
for some time, but eventually her mum became sick as well, and the family
couldn’t afford to keep all the kids, so Angela ran away. She hung around in
the town nearest her village for a while, but then she came to the copperbelt town of Kitwe
because there’s a big mining industry here, and she heard there’s more wealth
here.
Some time
back, she was out one night in a group of street kids sniffing petrol. (High
quality drugs aren’t really available on the streets of Zambia, so street kids
mostly rely on fuel and glue sniffing) A fire broke out and they found
themselves locked in. Her boyfriend had some bottles of petrol in his pockets;
he died. She had burns on 60% of her body, but survived.
Friends of
the Street Children provides Angela with the comfort of knowing that some
responsible adults will look out for her and the other kids on the streets at
night. She also drops into the office during the day for the opportunity to be
in a safe environment. This relationship can then progress to being rehabilitated and returned to her family, all being well.
...it should be worth thinking what our next step is...
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