#LoveKwaStreets – Learn To Look At Others Differently

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Imagine one day you got all you wanted in life. Imagine you achieved all your goals and you are living and loving the life you ever dreamt of. That beautiful wife and kids, those fancy hangouts, those many classy rides, those mansions, those gadgets etc. Sorry, Job had more than that.

One day the Devil asks permission from God to test you and you are reduced to the size of a whisker. Life topples like a dung from a giraffe’s butt. Life becomes red and hot, flaming like an infected infant’s bottom. You become indebted, all your wealth becomes seized and you loose the closest beings you had in your life, your wife and kids. You are probably old enough to have lost your parents way back. You are so indebted to your relatives that you can’t turn to them for help.

You end up wailing and get depressed, lowly joints become your spot and tatters define you. You are probably housed by a long-term friend you ignored a while back. You are reduced to two meals in a day from the fancy expensive lifestyle you had. Friends you earlier associated with completely disown you. Your debtors sigh in relief. You now want a job similar to your previous employees to no avail. You have no home to turn to but an old friend’s shack.

Your friend’s tired with the struggle in town and decides to go back to his homeplace. You wife has remarried, painfully to a rich old foe. She is in custody of your kids. Any manual labor suits you. You sell sweets on the streets and tears well up as your kids pass close not recognizing you. Hot burning tears roll down to your stomach as your wife scorns you and burning heat rises as your old foe jeers at you. You faint.

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You wake up in a car. Not an ambulance. You are bleeding. You are amazed to see other people packed in like potatoes in sacks, hawkers like you. Operating without a trading licence. The cell becomes a solace for you. You have nothing. You have no one to bail you out but at least you have shelter.

You are out of the cell and back to the streets. You have no home. No shelter and you are getting old. Old and homeless is your new tag. Mosquitoes and cold are your new allies. You sleep in a paperbag. You sniff glue to keep warm. You collect plastics to get something to eat. You ravage trash cans for a little to scoop. You ponder, “It’s the 7th year on this street. There is no way out!” That becomes normal to you and a new life as a street grandpa starts.

Question: If the devil gave you a choice to curse God and regain your life back, will you do it?

Mzee Mweteri  (the above, not his story) was found by guys from #ShareLoveAfrica in Central Park homeless, hungry and lost. They rented him a house at Majengo and are planning to start an income generating project for him.

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#ShareLoveAfrica was founded in 19th September 2013 at Nairobi Aboretum by a group of 2 young men and 3 ladies (Kennedy, Calvine, Princess, Rose, Loise) With the aim of reaching out to the street families

Their Vision and Mision statements are Vision: “Planting Hope” Mision: “Arising greatness”

They have the following projects as a means of reaching out to these families.

1. #LoveKwaStreet – An event that happens twice a month. It includes feeding the street kids, talent search and taking street kids back home.

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2. #DropLove
This is a concert that happens once a year to raise money for helping out in their project.

3. #ShareTour
This is a project of visiting childrens home, Nyumba ya wazee, prisons etc.

4. #LoveKwaHosi.
A project of visiting the sick in hospital.

5. #ChuoEdition
Visiting needy schools.

Now back to Mzee Mweteri.

MweteriI just thought of myself undergoing what Job had undergone in the Bible. I thought of myself rendered hopeless and just realized I can’t handle that, even in the first month. Not with my own strength.

Mzee Mweteri has been homeless for two years and his rescue in 73 years of age are these 5 guys in their youthful years. Am amazed by these young guys who just came up with a project for the needy in the society. I am so busy looking for a chama so that we plan on how to buy plots but some other guys are busy using all what they have for the needy. I am so busy thinking of owning a good Mac Air but someone has sleepless nights thinking of where to get Mzee Mweteri’s house rent.

Life is indeed queer with it’s twists and turns. Life is very awkward as when someone’s basket is in plenty some other guy’s well is dry. But what if we had an equilibrium? What if we shared into my basket awaiting for your well to fill? What if we licked my honey as we await your bounty produce? What brings the harmony? Is it our good human hearts? Is it that we have more that we rather give than let it go to waste? No! It’s because there is God in us. There is a spirit in us that teaches us to give, to love and care.

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Am not writing this post advocating that you support #ShareLoveAfrica neither am I doing this to gain traffic. I am doing this because I got challenged! Where do I invest my riches? The Bible says that I should invest them in heaven but sadly I don’t know where heaven is. Where is your heaven? Is your heaven in that den of drunks? Is it behind that gambling grill? Or is it in the fancy lifestyle? Are you so much self-centred that you don’t look left or right for that suffering being? If you really know that the Lord who gives you life, wealth and wealth can also do the same for anyone and everyone, You will learn to look at others differently! Step out, look wide! Be more than the change you want to see in this world.

Photo Credit: Nesh & Obi

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Siloma Stephen

Siloma Stephen

I describe myself as simple yet complex, difficult to fathom and a hard nut to crack. I am made of unfailing love, one that sails my boat and oversees my flaws, one that binds me not on any law but nourishes my soul. I write from my soul, generally anything I feel I need to get off my chest most of which is based on my own life experiences, talents, and passions.

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Siloma Stephen

Siloma Stephen

I describe myself as simple yet complex, difficult to fathom and a hard nut to crack. I am made of unfailing love, one that sails my boat and oversees my flaws, one that binds me not on any law but nourishes my soul. I write from my soul, generally anything I feel I need to get off my chest most of which is based on my own life experiences, talents, and passions.

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Siloma Stephen

Siloma Stephen

I describe myself as simple yet complex, difficult to fathom and a hard nut to crack. I am made of unfailing love, one that sails my boat and oversees my flaws, one that binds me not on any law but nourishes my soul. I write from my soul, generally anything I feel I need to get off my chest most of which is based on my own life experiences, talents, and passions.

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