Most kids are sexually abused: They are often raped at night by thugs—mainly girls are the ones raped. Others are defiled in this way through tricks; someone will call them pretending that he or she wants to help them, maybe pay for their school fees or take care of them. But at the end of it all, they end up defiling these young girls.

I am Brenda aged 14years, a street kid in Kumi district.
When i was 12 years, certain thieves came to our home to steal. They were armed and my father tried his best to see that we survive that trash but in all he failed. He tried to fight them but he could not manage coz they were too many. We tried to call for help but no one could even save us.  When the thieves entered the house, we were severely beaten almost to death. My father tried to fight them but they defeated him and tied him. Then they cut off his private parts. I was totally confused for i failed to know wether they were thieve or murderers.

After them doing that, they raped me. When my mother tried to come and save me, she was kicked to death and all of a sudden she died of too much pain from the terrible beatings.

I cried alot for my parents and what happen to me too,  but nothing I could do! I felt too much deep sorrow in my heart coz it’s my parents who used to do everything for me.

I became so desperate and I had nowhere to go except on the streets because I had no money to pay rent where we used to stay, or buy food for myself. I suffered on the streets so so much, and that is where Pastor Julius Madoba met me.  At first i had too much fear to meet him, just because of what happened to me, but later on i realized that he was a good person.

From the day i came to know Jesus Christ, I always pray hard so that He can change our daily lives, for we are suffering a lot on the streets. There is a lot of coldness and too much rain, and living in dirty and torn clothes………..! Ohh God hear my cries and save the life of the street kids for I know we are spread all over this country.
Brenda

Dear Mom…… This is the report from my visits to Iganga and Jinja to meet the street kids there for the first time. I left my fabulous home [White House] on Friday to Jinja but made the first stopover in Iganga town for a few hours trying to see their situation. They were in a very bad condition health-wise. Most had spent very many days without eating. Some were sniffing a dirty bottle and told me that it was the only thing to make them feel comfortable and forget about the hunger and the bad conditions of life they were living in.

I didn’t have much time to be with them since my main town was Jinja, I just told them that I would go back someday and have enough time with them. As I was leaving, one of them cried. He was I think about 11 years old. He told me that he was very hungry and had spent lots of days without food, then the rest of them joined and all knelt down begging me to help them with food and that I should talk to people about their terrible situations. I had pity and gave them 15,000 shillings for all of them to have simple food to eat. They were very very happy and blessed me. Time was against me so I had to leave them painfully coz deep in my heart I felt like being with them for a long time, but I was fixed so I couldn’t remain. I left Iganga about 5pm but the taxi delayed so I reached Jinja town by around 8pm.

As I was looking for a hotel room, I experienced the worst.

Mom, I saw with my own eyes 2 young street girls of 13 and 15 years being raped by 7 big men. They had even big stomachs. I, myself, had never experienced this before in my 5 years on the streets, though it does always happen to many young street kids. It was in a corridor where mainly the street girls sleep. It was around 10:00 pm as I was looking for the hotel room to sleep. The two young street girls were seriously crying out for help but the people who passed by didn’t bother to help them, but were instead laughing at them. I cried like a 5 year old kid. It was me alone who felt bad for what was going on and I couldn’t do anything to help them out. But as they continued crying for help, I just told myself that come what may, I will have do something in order to stop the rapes no matter what might happen.

As I went to where they were, the tallest and hugest asked me with a threatening voice what I wanted. I just knelt down and told them to kindly stop raping the  girls please. They all laughed at me, and 3 of them pushed me away in a dark place while the other 4 continued raping the girls. The tallest of about 7 feet held both my hands from behind then 2 guys punched me heavily in my chest and stomach. Then the one who was holding my hands kicked me so hard I fell down crying. I couldn’t fight them back coz they were so many, and besides it would have worsened the situation. After beating me, they now left me, and even stopped raping the girls. THEY ALL RAN AWAY. I didn’t know exactly why they ran, but I think it was God’s power working.

I was in too much pain, even up to now, so I slowly moved to the girls and picked up my phone to have light to look at them. I saw blood all over their bodies, so I thought they were even beaten by the rapists coz they had swollen faces too. I just cried. I tried to console them but they didn’t want to hear any male’s voice so I knew that if I had continued talking to them, I would hurt them emotionally again. So I just picked up my only Bible and gave to them and told them to always pray to God for he is great and can make a way where there seems to be no way for them as long as they continued praying and having faith in Him. I promised to meet them in the morning, but when I looked for them, I was told that the young one had committed suicide.

It was now around 11:20 pm and I was so weak that I had to get a motorcycle to help me locate a cheap hotel room. Luck was on my side so at the end I was able to find one. I didn’t eat all the next day, just staying on my bed. I was only wondering and wishing I had the ability to remove at least a few kids off the streets and give them a safer place to live.

When morning came, I had to start my assignment of meeting the street kids. I left the hotel room by around 10am that morning, and met many kids in groups of between 7 and 18 kids from the age of 3 to 18 years. I told them about you mum, and the plans we have for them. The majority believed me, though others didn’t.

One of them kindly asked me to buy them food and painkillers coz some were sick. At the time I was only left with 33,000 of which I had to use about 12,000 for my transport back to Mbale. But I couldn’t allow them to die out of starvation or sickness so I surrendered the little shillings I had and personally bought them food worth 17,000 then pain killers of 4,000. I gave them to the boy who was the first to request for them since he looked honest. They were overwhelmed with joy and they blessed me and you around 100 times. One kid of about 17 years told me that I had saved his life by buying them food coz that he was almost to die coz of hunger. I could also see it was true by the way they looked.  All of us were very happy and they wished you were here with me at that time seeing them happy. I asked them about the challenges they faced, but soon realized that they face the same ones like my other kids of Mbale, Kumi and Soroti.
According to them, they say that they have the highest death rates of all the street kids in Uganda. At least one or two die every month from starvation and diseases. For two hours I talked to them about Jesus as our Saviour and God’s love for them. I was very happy at the end coz 9 of them received Jesus Christ as their savior. Glory be to God. I encouraged them to always pray and to have faith in God and told them that I will always have them in my heart and prayers. I also told them that you love them so much, and they were very glad to hear that from me. It was now getting late so I had to leave, but before I left they told me that they really need help. I gave them my phone number and told them to keep in touch with me. So I left them painfully, but they didn’t want me to leave.

Dear mom, They don’t have anything, not even love from other people. They are dying, being raped, or killed for human sacrifice, and instead of people helping them, they are beaten, exploited and rejected in the society. Yet in God’s eyes we are all equal. Mom, please, I’m willing to go anywhere or undergo any kind of beatings or humiliation just to change their lives. You can count on me unconditionally dear mom. I love you mom. Thanks Speter
Speter

Update on Jinja Girl’s Rape Situation

Dearest Friends,
I know that many of you read about Speter’s first trip to Jinja and I wanted to give you a short follow-up of the situation of the two girls who were raped that night. The younger girl committed suicide the next day and was buried, and the other girl Speter brought to me at my hotel in Kampala. I took her picture and had some small ministry with her and then gave her my bible to read.

Later that evening Speter took her up to the market to buy her some items she wanted and she managed to get lost from him. He spent many anxious hours looking for her but was unsuccessful. I began to think bad thoughts about her behavior and we were in great worry as well as disappointment. We left to pick Bob and Emily from the airport not knowing where she was . The next day we left for the days work. When we returned she was asleep in her hotel room !

She gave me this report:
She had gotten lost coming back to the hotel and did not clearly remember the name of it. Since it was then dark, she went to the police station and slept there, as her safety was a LARGE ISSUE. The police helped her to find the hotel by reading to her the name of every hotel in the area.

That day I called in David and Speter to discuss with her what could be done to help her. It was decided to send her with David to Mbale to get her some medical care and a place to live as no-one wanted to send her back to the streets. I will be visiting her at the end of this week.  I want to thank everyone who donated to help these street kids. It was enough to get some food for the youngest ones in all 5 cities.

She started school in Feb. 2011. She is a happy ABU schoolgirl now.

Daniel’s Story

My dad died when i was just ten years old. He left me with a young sister called Mary. We were to stay with my uncle who became like the fire. Life became narrow for both of us when every time the man comes back from the boozing joints roaring like the lion. When I started complaining of his cruelty, he figured me out as the worst person, not even three weeks after my dad died.

I began having visions of my father appearing to me instructing me to kill my sister. It was my uncle who was trying to do that to us in order to get ride of us.

He began sending me infuriating ghosts that strangled me and made me to hit myself on the wall so that left my face with bruises. I left the home and went to my aunt. When i explained to her, she took me to the Muslim clerk who prayed for me but the demon’s continued attacking me on daily basis.

One day the demons attacked me and i felt unusual. I was dizzy and weak and i struck myself on a wall that left me unconscious. However when i regained my senses i realized that i was in town. This was in late 2008.  Since that time I have been staying in street, which has made life even more complicated. I have nothing to eat, nowhere to sleep, yet i want to have a better life.

The most painful thing about this kind of life, is that because of the hunger, stronger boys always disturb me while I’m sleeping at night. They usually want to sodomize me. Because I’ve been successfully fighting them off, now they have resorted to asking me for <behind favors> each time i ask them for food. I feel so bad about all this messy life, so I want to be helped to go anywhere like school where i can have a better life.
Daniel

In May 2011 I got this horrifying plea from Nick our Jinja Pastor:

Helo mom, How are you doing ? Sorry to write always when there is problem

only, but today in the morning a group of kids came to my place and i new there

was a problem …….they told me one of my kid was got injured seriously

today’s morning.  .

He was raped by men and beaten seriously to the point of death. It is only God

who is still keeping his life ………….He was beaten and thrown on street where they found him early in the morning.  There was much rain of yesterday when they found him on street, and they beat him until morning …………..i bought him malaria tabs but its not enough. He needs to be admitted and right now he is so shivering  that I am scared . Pliz Speter tell me what to do, and if possible you  come and we handle this coz I am so scared . Respond to me immediately. I love you, Nick
Nick