Of all the children struggling in the slums, it is the street children who fare the worst. They have no home or shelter and struggle through the night sleeping under bushes or in culverts to try and stay dry. They have no food and survive by either begging or stealing. I have been accosted several times but I understand their motives and give what I can. Their clothes are tattered and they are rejected by all. Bringing them into homes is often difficult as they are unaccustomed to confinement in any way. The longer a child struggles in the street the deeper those instincts become in their character.

Some of our homes have had success rescuing these boys. Paulo’s Home in  Kibera consists of all boys that have come from the street.  Whenever  I visit it is a wonderful reunion. They sing, dance and we tell stories. On my last visit we brought them soccer uniforms and a ball. The boys were ecstatic. A game was immediately organized and we laughed as I tried to keep up with their speedy legs. At last I realized that the only way I would get the ball was to tackle my opponent. We laughed as we all ended up in a huge pile. They now call me Father Paul.