Friday base visits have always been interesting and
unpredictable. This particular Friday, the team split into
two as usual and proceeded to different bases. We begun our journey to a base
located in Nairobi’s city center, Globe base.
With the recent changes in the government
and plans to make Nairobi clean and safe, the Local County Council of Nairobi are on
a mission to wipe out the street guys from the city's streets. So they keep
moving to different spots to try to escape from the men in uniform. We finally
locate them and the spot they are at is very pretty. It is by a very busy road, the grass in the area is green (especially since it is raining now). Nairobi
river is flowing on the other end and they are seated under a tree. In contrast
the people we find there are very high on aerosols, the clothes they are wearing are
tattered and very dirty, most of the boys have all the clothes they own on and
the smell there is not pleasant. They have their “best friends” bottles of glue
and small pieces of material that are wet with jet fuel held close to their
nose. Some see us and hide their bottles in their pockets while others are too
high and don’t care. There are also four
women, two are asleep and don’t bother to even raise their heads from the
ground when we arrive. The other two are
seated comfortably on the ground and we greet them as we make our way to where
the boys are seated.
As Usual the boys are happy to see us. Their ages vary; there
are older men here, teenagers and very young boys. I counted a total of twenty
five. Anyway, we introduce ourselves and shared the word of God with them. As
the team takes turns in giving them words of encouragement, my eyes look around
at what is going on. There are three young boys, about 13 years old, on
the east side playing cards and they have coins on the ground for whoever wins
that round. I move to where they are and try to convince them to join the rest
of the crowd but they are not interested so they move further away. Then I
notice some boys crossing the road and go to the women seated on the ground,
they give the women empty bottles and the women fill the bottles with glue. The
business is done so fast that I didn't see the exchange of money but I am sure
it can’t be for free.
The sharing goes on and I see this little boy, sitting
alone. He is so precious and looks so innocent and helpless in his dirty
clothes and a glue bottle in his tiny hands. I had seen immediately
when we got here and had a short conversation with him before we started
sharing with everyone else. He said his name was Waithaka (from kikuyu tribe). He is eleven years
old and his mom lives in Thika, a town close to Nairobi. I asked him what he
was sniffing, and he said it was glue. At this age I am sure he doesn't know the
effects of that glue and other drugs that he will be introduced to with time.
His face looks a bit clean and this makes me think that he is still fairly new
in the base. All he is looking for is a place where his needs are going to be
met and he will feel like he belongs. Little does he know that this place does
not provide what he need but will give other longings that are far much
difficult to overcome such as addictions and anti- social behaviors.
We did our part and its time for us to head back to Eastleigh center. We said a prayer and give the boys buns we brought for
them. As we depart my mind is still struggling with the fact that Waithaka, is
left behind with those women who sell drugs to them and the older boys who will
use him. And the cold and rainy nights that he is going to have to endure. I
quietly wish that he will begin to come to Eastleigh programs for young boys so
that he may be able to join our boarding program some day. Or something will
change and he will have a place to call home soon.
Rep. by Irene
Rep. by Irene