Street-connected children around bus terminals
It’s 5am and it’s still cool and dark, but the local bus terminal is waking up. I’m here to witness the work of our early morning outreach team who arrive on the streets at this time every day as the city comes to life.
Buses are arriving, doors are opening, passengers are disembarking. Hundreds of people are already here, most of them on their way to work. Traders are opening the shops that line the bus station’s perimeter, and food vendors are firing up their cooking equipment as they seek to tempt customers to part with a few shillings for a breakfast snack.
On the ground in front of a row of shops, there are children. Dozens of them, fast asleep.
The first group of around 18 boys range from about eight to 12 years old. One group of four boys is relatively fortunate, with a blanket of some sort to lie on. The rest lie on the stone steps. A clutch of smaller boys lie huddled together for warmth and safety.
One boy sleeps by himself, 20 feet away. I’m told it’s because he wets the bed. What bed? One of the groups start stirring. One small boy wakes with a very cheery “Good morning!” in perfect English while another immediately implores RCA’s outreach workers to help his friend Joseph.
Joseph* is about 13 and has been behaving strangely, his friend tells us. He has been having delusions and engaging in conversations and arguments with people who are not there. Yesterday his behaviour caused problems in the market and he was beaten by security guards. Badly, it seems. When he is woken up, he walks with a severe limp and needs to be helped the few hundred yards to RCA’s vehicles, where Elias (our youth facilitator) takes him to hospital.
He is tested for malaria and will be assessed for mental ill-health. Tonight, Joseph will spend the night in the hospital. It’s far from ideal – healthcare is basic and patients’ food provisions are non-existent – but it’s a lot better than last night. I am struck by how much these boys care about each other. Joseph’s friend wept as he begged us to help.
These children are sleeping on the streets, which surely means life has not been kind to them – but they remain full of kindness to one another.