I am 18 years old and live in Gikondo, which is part of Kigali. I live with my mother, my sister and one brother. My father died during the genocide. He was a good man – a man of integrity. But unfortunately, he died when I was still very young.
When my father died, our life at home was hard and I decided to live on the street. Living on the street is the same as living on your own. Nobody cares. If you get sick, you just sit there – nobody cares. You don’t have anything to do. I was six years old when I started living on the street. …
