Katwe Youth Resource Centre

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Katwe Youth Resource Centre,
P.O. Box 28057 Kampala, Katwe Kayemba road Tel.+256703740479

 

IMG_20160905_074159only a few more steps to make it a non-profit

My Journey to Kampala My name is Ochieng Paul and i am 14years old i live at the centre and help with most of the work. When i was still little my father came to kampala to find a better paying job and every time during holidays, mother promised that she would take me to visit my father .when i was in primary two, during the third term holidays my mom told me that we were to go and visit my father. On the fateful day my mother dressed up in my church clothes and she dressed in her best kitengi and we set off early in the morning so as to catch the first bus from Kaberamaido to Kampala. I slept most of the time and when i woke up i was surprised to see buildings sitting on other buildings (flats)and they were all moving to where we were coming from which puzzled me a lot. The bus came to a stop at the bus park and it was my first time to see so many cars in one place. We got of the bus and we sat on the veranda at one of the many shops at the park. My mother bought me a bottle of juice and we waited for father who came after a long while of waiting. My father was so happy to see me and he hugged me and then he bought me a cake and more juice. They started talking with mother and they moved away from me but i could see them arguing from the way they were pointing at each other. They kept talking for some time and my mind was taken up by the filthy boys playing in dirty water that was flowing in the ditch adjacent to the bus park. I kept wondering if they had any parents or if they had people who cared for them, where did they get their food from and why were they dressed in rugs. As time went on, i remembered my parents and my mind was brought back to the surroundings but to my surprise i couldn’t see any of my parents. I started calling mother father but none of them was around and it was approaching. i kept wandering in the many cars and buses in the park and i kept asking people if they had seen a man in a blue overall (my father) or the woman in a very nice kitengi dress (my mother) but no one had seen them and some people just ignored me thinking i was a street kid begging for money. After a lot of wandering around made my way back to the shop where father had bought me the cake and passion juice. It was already getting dark and the street lights automatically switched themselves on and i was so mesmerised with how much light they gave off as i was used to the candles we used in the village. Night had come and i had come to believe that my parents had abandoned me at the bus park. The owner of the shop spotted me sitting on the veranda and it was already late so he came closer and asked me where my parents were and i narrated to him what had befallen me, he told me my parents had been looking for me too and that my father had left him with his phone number to call me when he saw me. The shopkeeper found his phone and called my father who came right away with my mother and i was so happy to see my parents again. I will never forget that day in my life.
My Journey to Kampala
My name is Ochieng Paul and i am 14years old i live at the centre and help with most of the work.
When i was still little my father came to kampala to find a better paying job and every time during holidays, mother promised that she would take me to visit my father .when i was in primary two, during the third term holidays my mom told me that we were to go and visit my father. On the fateful day my mother dressed up in my church clothes and she dressed in her best kitengi and we set off early in the morning so as to catch the first bus from Kaberamaido to Kampala. I slept most of the time and when i woke up i was surprised to see buildings sitting on other buildings (flats)and they were all moving to where we were coming from which puzzled me a lot.
The bus came to a stop at the bus park and it was my first time to see so many cars in one place. We got of the bus and we sat on the veranda at one of the many shops at the park. My mother bought me a bottle of juice and we waited for father who came after a long while of waiting. My father was so happy to see me and he hugged me and then he bought me a cake and more juice. They started talking with mother and they moved away from me but i could see them arguing from the way they were pointing at each other. They kept talking for some time and my mind was taken up by the filthy boys playing in dirty water that was flowing in the ditch adjacent to the bus park. I kept wondering if they had any parents or if they had people who cared for them, where did they get their food from and why were they dressed in rugs. As time went on, i remembered my parents and my mind was brought back to the surroundings but to my surprise i couldn’t see any of my parents.
I started calling mother father but none of them was around and it was approaching. i kept wandering in the many cars and buses in the park and i kept asking people if they had seen a man in a blue overall (my father) or the woman in a very nice kitengi dress (my mother) but no one had seen them and some people just ignored me thinking i was a street kid begging for money. After a lot of wandering around made my way back to the shop where father had bought me the cake and passion juice. It was already getting dark and the street lights automatically switched themselves on and i was so mesmerised with how much light they gave off as i was used to the candles we used in the village. Night had come and i had come to believe that my parents had abandoned me at the bus park.
The owner of the shop spotted me sitting on the veranda and it was already late so he came closer and asked me where my parents were and i narrated to him what had befallen me, he told me my parents had been looking for me too and that my father had left him with his phone number to call me when he saw me. The shopkeeper found his phone and called my father who came right away with my mother and i was so happy to see my parents again. I will never forget that day in my life.
My name is kato Nathan. I am 10 years old. I go to Nkere nursery and primary school and i am in primary four. There is once upon a time during the holiday last year we went to the village with my sister Babirye to visit our grandmother and she loves us so much ,we sleep with her in her bed and she always cooks food for us. During the day we always go to the hills to graze the goats and bring them back in the evening. My favourite time while there is when we go to the spring and play in the water its always cold and very nice. One time as we were swimming in the stream two of the goats got lost in the bushes and we couldn’t find them. We looked everywhere and tried calling them but all was in vain. We looked and looked until it was time to go home but we couldn’t find the two goats. When it was finally time to go home we got so scared that our grandmother was going to punish us for losing the goats so we were afraid of going back home. We slowly made our way home so frightened .As we were approaching home, we heard our grandmother pounding ground nuts. When we got there we were so afraid of telling her exactly what happened so we told her we were watching the goats and they disappeared. She told us we couldn’t sleep until we found her goats. So we went back to the hills to look for the goats again and it was already getting dark. We searched and searched but we couldn’t find the goats. We decided that it was best for us go back home and face grandmother because it was already dark and we couldn’t keep in the hills as my sister was beginning to cry. On our way home however, we met grandmother and our uncle kaliisa with torches coming to the hills to find us and the goats. However when they saw us they just decided that we all go home and that we will come back and look for the goats the next day. The next morning us we were having breakfast, uncle kaliisa told us that the two goats had gotten lost had found their way home before the herd and that grandma had told us to go to the hills so we could learn our lesson and always take the work she gives us seriously. Since that time whenever i go the village and i am assigned the duty of grazing the goats i always pay full attention though of course we play a lot while in the hills.
My name is kato Nathan. I am 10 years old. I go to Nkere nursery and primary school and i am in primary four.
There is once upon a time during the holiday last year we went to the village with my sister Babirye to visit our grandmother and she loves us so much ,we sleep with her in her bed and she always cooks food for us. During the day we always go to the hills to graze the goats and bring them back in the evening. My favourite time while there is when we go to the spring and play in the water its always cold and very nice. One time as we were swimming in the stream two of the goats got lost in the bushes and we couldn’t find them. We looked everywhere and tried calling them but all was in vain. We looked and looked until it was time to go home but we couldn’t find the two goats.
When it was finally time to go home we got so scared that our grandmother was going to punish us for losing the goats so we were afraid of going back home. We slowly made our way home so frightened .As we were approaching home, we heard our grandmother pounding ground nuts. When we got there we were so afraid of telling her exactly what happened so we told her we were watching the goats and they disappeared. She told us we couldn’t sleep until we found her goats. So we went back to the hills to look for the goats again and it was already getting dark. We searched and searched but we couldn’t find the goats.
We decided that it was best for us go back home and face grandmother because it was already dark and we couldn’t keep in the hills as my sister was beginning to cry. On our way home however, we met grandmother and our uncle kaliisa with torches coming to the hills to find us and the goats. However when they saw us they just decided that we all go home and that we will come back and look for the goats the next day.
The next morning us we were having breakfast, uncle kaliisa told us that the two goats had gotten lost had found their way home before the herd and that grandma had told us to go to the hills so we could learn our lesson and always take the work she gives us seriously. Since that time whenever i go the village and i am assigned the duty of grazing the goats i always pay full attention though of course we play a lot while in the hills.
My name is Dumba Moses.i am 12 years old and i don’t go to school. One day when i was still 10 years old, i was left at home by my mother and she directed me to do house chores but because our neighbourhood had a lot of kids my age and others that were younger, instead of doing the house chores my mom had given me i just went to play with my friends. We used to play this “family game” where one of us would play as father, mother and the rest kids. We would set up a home, cook and do role play as adults. We did that for most of the day and by the time the other kids were called at home to bath, it was already evening. I hurried home to start on the chores my mother had left me but to my surprise my mother had already gotten home from work and the place was more dirty than how she left yet she had left me with proper instructions to do the chores as we used to when she was at home, that’s when i learnt that i was in very big trouble and i was to be punished. Mother took me to her bedroom and canned me so badly that my whole body was aching and all swollen and you couldn’t differentiate between tears and the mucus running from my nose. That night i was not given food and i slept in pain. In the morning the next day, mother took me to the clinic and my wounds were treated and i was given medicine. From that day i learnt that i have to first do the work my mother has given me and play when its free time and the beating i got that day taught me a lesson.
My name is Dumba Moses.i am 12 years old and i don’t go to school.
One day when i was still 10 years old, i was left at home by my mother and she directed me to do house chores but because our neighbourhood had a lot of kids my age and others that were younger, instead of doing the house chores my mom had given me i just went to play with my friends. We used to play this “family game” where one of us would play as father, mother and the rest kids. We would set up a home, cook and do role play as adults. We did that for most of the day and by the time the other kids were called at home to bath, it was already evening.
I hurried home to start on the chores my mother had left me but to my surprise my mother had already gotten home from work and the place was more dirty than how she left yet she had left me with proper instructions to do the chores as we used to when she was at home, that’s when i learnt that i was in very big trouble and i was to be punished. Mother took me to her bedroom and canned me so badly that my whole body was aching and all swollen and you couldn’t differentiate between tears and the mucus running from my nose.
That night i was not given food and i slept in pain. In the morning the next day, mother took me to the clinic and my wounds were treated and i was given medicine. From that day i learnt that i have to first do the work my mother has given me and play when its free time and the beating i got that day taught me a lesson.
My name is Nantongo prossy i am 9 years old and i live in katwe. I love playing with my friends and watching t.v . I was not schooling at katwe nor primary school but my mum couldn’t afford the fees anymore so now I am not studying. I spend my days at the centre and i am trying to learn how to read and write plus computer. I have a small brother who stays mostly with my mom when she is working.All he does is sleep,eat and cry. He is ever crying,but i still love him. My mom has asmall place in the market where she sells tomatoes . Me i spend my day at the centre so i go back at home in the evening when mom is there. Thanks to everyone who pays for us.
My name is Nantongo prossy i am 9 years old and i live in katwe. I love playing with my friends and watching t.v . I was not schooling at katwe nor primary school but my mum couldn’t afford the fees anymore so now I am not studying. I spend my days at the centre and i am trying to learn how to read and write plus computer. I have a small brother who stays mostly with my mom when she is working.All he does is sleep,eat and cry. He is ever crying,but i still love him. My mom has asmall place in the market where she sells tomatoes . Me i spend my day at the centre so i go back at home in the evening when mom is there. Thanks to everyone who pays for us.
"Hello from the Katwe Youth Resource Centre." March 11, 2016
“Hello from the Katwe Youth Resource Centre.”
March 11, 2016

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"Hello from the Katwe Youth Resource Centre." March 11, 2016
“Hello from the Katwe Youth Resource Centre.”
March 11, 2016

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"Hello from the Katwe Youth Resource Centre." March 11, 2016
“Hello from the Katwe Youth Resource Centre.”
March 11, 2016

 

"Hi, Thank you for helping the Katwe Youth Resource Centre." March 5, 2016
“Hi, Thank you for helping the Katwe Youth Resource Centre.”
March 5, 2016

 

The kids at the Katwe Youth Resource Centre just wanted to say “Hello” and  “Thank You”  for the help.  Isaac is planning to video call tommarow morning.


Written by
Isaac Ssebadduka
July 13, 2015

   I was born in Ngogwe Buikwe district on the shores of lake Victoria west of Kampala the capital city.  I was born to Najuuko Jessica Ruth and Moses Kintu in 1993.  My mother died of AIDS  in 2001 followed by my dad in 2006 who was killed one day when he was coming from the town to sell produce.  Leaving me and my two siblings under the care of our grandmother.  Since childhood i have been studying on school bursaries or scholarships until i finished my diploma in law in 2014.  Due to the level of nepotism in my country i couldn’t find a job in a law firm as a clerk since i had no one to second me.  I got a job as a shop attendant and I directed my savings to opening up a youth center where anyone could come and acquire knowledge for free and get to know what is happening around them.  Because of what i had gone through when i was a child, i thought of making a better environment for other kids  around me.

   The place where i live is located in Katwe, Makindye division a city suburb known to many as a filthy place but it is where we live and we also deserve the best in life because God created us all in his image making us all the same people.  When i was growing up, i never had access to a computer until i had come to Kampala to join college.  I loved the computer so much and i found a lot of information here which i had never thought of In my free time at school I used to go to the computer lab and searched for a lot of things that i was really surprised to learn about the world around me and the world at large.  I hoped all the people in the world could get access to this kind of information that is on the internet.  I thought of the people in my village who didn’t know anything beyond the village borders.

   Katwe is one of those places you desire not to live in that is if you have a choice.  There is no proper time or season of the day or year to come to this place.  In the rainy season, houses are flooded and people hang their family belongings on the roofs of the houses and in the dry season, we choke on dust  and contaminated air.  The houses here are cheaper compared to other places though it comes with costs in terms of health.  In the whole place there is no hospital or government health centre and all places where we can get medical treatment you are supposed to pay which is costly.  Katwe houses about 6,000 people and the only proper place where you can get decent medical treatment is Nsambya hospital.

   In Uganda, 60% of the population is the youth and 70% of those are unemployed leaving them with not so many choices in life.  Everyday a number of youths move from the rural areas to come to Kampala with a dream of getting employment and a better future.  Since the cost of living is very high and most of these cannot afford rent in the decent areas, they end up in places like Katwe, Katanga, Kivulu, Makerere Kikoni among other city suburbs.  Most of the boys here that is about 60% do not attend any school and their day to day activities are, Gambling, sports betting, cards and others Picking metal scrap from garbage, pottering on buildings that is for those who are strong hearted, trading in drugs and for the girls prostitution is the order of the day and most of them aged between 14 and 28 are mothers of children whose fathers aren’t known.

   The  society i live in comprises of people who live on less than a dollar daily and  most of them cannot afford decent schools for their children thereby living their children to the world to nurture and discipline them.  Most of the boys here aged aged 8 – 17 years of age, wake up in the morning and go out to pick scrap metal which they sell to scrap dealers who have shops common in our area.  The money they get from these endeavours is used to buy alcohol, drugs and gamble #sportsbetting which isn’t proper upbringing for any child in the world.  Others between 15- 25 are pickpockets in the city and others do sell drugs in order to get what to eat .

   The girls on the other hand are left at home by their parents to take care of their young siblings as the parents go into the city to look for means of subsistence.  These girls that stay at home are most times lured into sexual activities by older men who deceive them with money #[the level of cross generational sex here is very high] Most of these are infected with HIV since most the men do not use protection and my dear sisters end up getting infected with AIDS at a very tender age.  The lucky one who don’t get AIDS end up with pregnancies with no known fathers since one slept with more than one person.  The HIV prevalence here is so high as HCT [HIV Counselling and Testing] facilities are not common and stigmatisation is the order of the day.  The infected girls end up spreading the disease like wild fire coz they acquired the disease unknowingly.  I interacted with one girl who is about 19/20 and she told me she has 8 boy friends half of which are older men who are probably married and half of which are in my age.

   HIV testing and counselling services are difficult to get and most of the youth live with Aids unknowingly.  Once in awhile testing camps come but they spend only one day here and the population is bigger than the personnel thereby leaving most of the people untested.

   On seeing all this i feel bad for my nation and sorry for the young ones in the ghetto we live in.  Ones that don’t know what’s really happening in the world around them, and the young ones that do not know that AIDS is real and it kills.  This trend has gone on for so many years and now the ones between 30 years and above have lived in it, the ones as young as 8 years to 30 years are living in it.  It’s been going on for a very long time and still going on and on.

   I was alarmed by the life we live and what’s happened around me.  I thought of many ways to change the status quo such that the young ones can get to know whats happening what’s awaiting them in the real world and we can fight together and find means to break the trend that has been going on for a very long time.  Then we can set up a new generation of people who are informed and can make informed decisions that will benefit both the society and the people to come after us.  I sat down and drew a five point plan that can at least be a torch that lighten up the path that we live.

   I decided to set up a youth resource centre in Katwe where the youth can come and surf the internet and get access to millions of information out there.  They can play computer games, read books and play board games that is for those who can.  The ones that are illiterate can learn from the ones who know and at the end of the day the interaction between the ones who have acquire some education and the ones who haven’t benefits the illiterate and the society in the long run.  The youth get to spend time here and this reduces the time they would spend doing drugs, gambling and doing all sorts of bad influence they get from their elders.  I had an idea of getting as much books as i can so the kids are able to learn to read and get to sharpen their brains and increase the reading culture of the kids.  I had thought about all books of all kinds #about the world we live in and the situations we live in.  With these books the kids can learn how successful people achieved their dreams and how they can live away from the evils in our society and in the long run we are not kept in the dark any more.

   I had the idea of setting up a talents club for the youth in our society.  Here they would be able to express themselves through music, art, dance and drama.  This would help them discover their talents and use them to impact on other people.  The talent club can consist of all people ie dancers, singers, actors, writers, sportsmen among others.  I believe anyone of these children here has a talent hidden in them and through this club, the kids can get more ideas on what they want to be in future which would change their way of thinking hence impacting on their future and the future of all others around them.

   Peer education campaigns.  This can be in form of outreaches to all people deep down the ghetto teaching the youth there about the dangers of premarital sex and the dangers of drug use on the body. In addition to that we can move with HCT [HIV counselling and Testing] teams and the people can get free testing and know their status.  Using the youth talents club we can extend our campaigns to schools and other institutions where we can educate the youth about the dangers of premarital sex, drug use and offer counselling and guidance to the children through music, dance and drama in form of edutainment.  This will help the children to live safe stay away from drugs, prostitution, gambling and all other evils in our society.

   Outsource for school bursaries from schools around such that the youth and children who cannot afford school [less privileged] are able to get the privilege of attending school and brighten up their future.

   Finally it’s in my dream to set up a home for the less privileged, homeless, orphans and young moms living with HIV with no help. With God on my side, maybe a school for the less privileged, orphans, and all the needy.  Here all children can come and acquire education for free .  Thinking out loud!!!

Katwe Youth Resource Centre,
P.O. Box 28057 Kampala,
Katwe Kayemba road
Tel.+256703740479