I Ahmed Lubembe was discriminated by my parents as I grew up, as a reason of my skin color. I was 6 years old by then.
My grand father took me in and struggled to cater for my needs till the age of three. When he decided to take me to my uncle’s place who had children almost my age.
Since I was not used to mingling with other children of my age, staying with my uncle became bothersome and it did not take more than six months before I decided to go to the streets, as I could no longer bear the pain. My uncle always complained of me, saying my parents were just shifting problems to him.
One day, I woke up and said, enough was enough, and decided to go back home. I was lucky enough to have managed to trace my parents house after many years. The moment my mother saw me, I expected her to exclaim joyously, instead, she was very bitter.
On seeing me, I reminded her of the sad memories, in particular the divorce between her and my father two years ago. Since, she was not ready to receive me, I decided to go and look for my place in the streets.
I started spending nights in the cold, slept on empty stomach, followed passers-by,begging for money. With time, I became a street urchin. I f I would not have collected anything by the end of the day, I would feast on goat’s blood, from the butchers located within the streets, instead of the butchers pouring them.
I f only I had a chance of getting education, I would have helped most of the street children academically. What I can offer them now is Biblical teaching.
