1.AIDS IS THE KILLER, AIDS KILLED MY PARENTS
My name is Ayuno Stella, when I was twelve years of age I became a street-kid in Soroti town, when all my parents died of AIDS. Life on the street is like ‘a burning fire in the dry bush’. AIDS why do you drive children on the streets? You killed my father, you killed my mother. AIDS, whom do you, want me to live with? On the streets, life is hard, no food to eat, clothes to wear, no water to drink, no education. I want Education but no one is to pay me school fees, to buy for me school-uniform, books, pens, shoes. AIDS, I it is because you killed my parents who would do that for my, you made me not to enjoy my parental love.
I was raped on the street by other street boys. Oh trouble, trouble never pushes me on the street again. Uncle Robert, the social–worker of Kids-in –need, you rescued me from that hard life on the street, where I was chased like any wild animal. Now, I am staying with my uncle in the village. Assist me and take also to school. I finished my primary seven, but secondary has become a problem. I feel bad when others people are happy. Why not me? Help me please. Compiled by Uncle Robert

2. CHILD ABUSE IS A TORTURE
My name is Namuddu Susan; I am sixteen years of age. Oh, oh, dear world, don’t you know that the death of parents is child abuse and it’s a torture? The death of my father was abuse to me and it tortured me a lot. No food, clothes, school, friends, hopes of recognition and many others. If you live me like that am gone. And my future is doomed.

3. LIFE ON STREET IN SOROTI
My name is Emunyu Patrick, when I was thirteen years of age. I went on street and started begging when my father was killed by rebels. Our mother could not able to provide us with needs like food, clothes, education. We are nine in the family, so, the mother found it hard to cater for us. I became a street-kid because I wanted help from the public but my dream of getting helped became a failure, because no one came out to help me. My mother is too old to make me achieve a bright future. However one day, Uncle Robert came across me on the main street of Soroti town, he handled me and counseled me and re-settled me home with my mother. From where, he started coming home to counsel me and mummy, up-to-today that, I am at home with my mother. So, I have a feeling to go to school, but I cannot afford school requirements like school–uniform, books, shoes, school fees, pens, among others. Because I realized that Education is the key for bright future. Therefore, help so that I go back to school. Because I feel like being any other people in the world. Help me is my voice of prayer.
Compiled by Uncle Robert

4.NABASUMBA JUDITH
I am 15years old, a muganda by tribe .Born of Bukakata-Masaka district. We are five in family. I became a Masaka street kid when my father refused to take me as his child, and in fact I don’t know my father. Oh fathers why do you dump us, you impregnate our mothers and refuse to take care of us.
My mother says, when I reached 5 years she took me to my father who completely refused me that he has no time for me , that I don’t belong to him let the mother take care of me. My mother is peasant, she cannot pay me school fees, she encourages that I grow up and married. This touched my heart a lot. I had to leave for street, as street kid but this was not my target. I wanted education from my childhood as my friends could go to school, I could cry but no way. Then after being on streets for some time, I went back to my mother who however took me to primary school up to primary seven.
Then she lacked school fees for secondary Education. However, when I heard about a project called Kids in need , I planned all ways to go to Kids in Need. I got Uncle Robert and I explained to him, where he counseled me and told me to be in the centre, my need is to do any course that can help me for future.
So, am seeking for help from any organization .We are dumped when we also want to get good future, I talk this when my eyes are full of tears, help me projects, non-governmental organization.
Oh parents we need love from you, we need care from you, take responsibility of your children.
Compiled by uncle Robert

5. TOUCHING STORY
My name is Eroku Richard; I am 20 years of age. Oh, street-kids, we are crowded all streets of Kampala and other towns in Uganda. Street-kids everywhere, from the age of 4years below and above. If you move across the streets of Kampala, Soroti, Mbale and all other towns, tears come out of your eyes.
Ugandans, why all this? Where are we going? What causes all this credo of street-kids?
Death of parents, mistreatment by guardians, burning of children hands, denial of children’s rights like Education. Please Samaritans, come up and make me survive.

6. VOICE OF AGONY
Ah suffering, suffering comes from no where. Oh, Karamojong-warriors brought suffering to me. My name is Eroku Richard; I started hard life when I was eight years of age. I became a Soroti street kid, when both my parents were killed by Karamojong-warriors in 1987. All our houses were burnt and I was left an orphan.
So, I thought being on street would have been a solution, but there is suffering in life when you are a street kid. Rubbish pit were our source of food and drinks, we fight for food with dogs, we were beaten by policemen. Pick-pocketing was another source of getting money to buy some drugs like marijuana, petrol, oil, this makes me to do things without fear and forget problems. I suffered from many diseases, but no treatment. Karamojong-warriors, you made me to suffer till uncle Robert came across me one day. He saw the harsh conditions that I was facing, he felt bad, he called me and convinced, brought me food to eat.
He mind of myself, he took me to school where he helped me up to senior six. Happiness comes to my heart, because of the help that Uncle Robert offered to me. NGOS help street –kids, help me also to complete my education, Uncle Robert has failed to get money for make me continue with my course/ University study.
Compiled by Uncle Robert

7. HAPPINESS COMES FROM NOWHERE! WANYANA IRENE
My name is Wanyana Irene, eighteen years of age. I became a street-kid when I was twelve years of age in Mukono district, after my parents becoming too hostile and irresponsible.
I am from the family of seven children. After my parents refusing to take me to school, becoming hostile, I saw it difficult to stay with them. I left for street where I spent two years, then I found it hard because we could sleep without food. I have no clothes to wear, I wanted studies too much. There I thought of going to my auntie what I did exactly. So when I reached my aunt’s place, I asked her to take me to school, where she responded positively. She took me to private school from primary one to primary seven. Whereby my aunt cannot pay any more for secondary studies, I am just at home, even my parents are at home doing nothing, they have no way of getting money for my school. Please Donors help build my future.
I prefer music, netball, because my dream was to be a musician if I was to succeed with education but all this dream have failed because of failure of my education.
Once again, donors bring back my dream.
Compiled by Uncle Robert