Today, we have so many homeless children either on our streets, or in the slums but with no where to call home, not many children who are homeless today were bone on the streets.

     A very big number of the homeless children today once had a home from which they have ran away. If we take good care of our children, and avoid the points highlighted below, we will live with our children happily and even have a chance to help more homeless children have somewhere to finally call home.

  • Don’t depart from them.

     When may be and God forbid parents of a child dies, you who is left as a relative, friend, neighbour, or even fellow human being should help give or play that parental part now that the child is an orphan, failure to you doing this, the child will not run that home that has been left by the parents. So, due to desperation, the child might even engage in drug and substance abuse and later this will lead to either them running away from home or selling the property let including the houses and leaving for the streets. A child being left alone may not only come through death of the parents but even long distance caused by early day of a new job in a new country of place.

     Be a friend to your child so that they can be friendly to you and always telling you what is happening in their lives. When a child is bullied in school or even in the village by an elderly person, or a grown up, they will seek refuge to their parents, but if you are so tough to your child, they will be afraid of telling you, thinking that you might beat them up saying that they must respect grownups, so the only chance that the child might be left with is running away from the area.

     Children do not have that grownup mind to handle pressure, so, when you are always on a child’s case, forcing them to do heavy duty jobs like in the poor families that do not even have piped water at home, forcing them to fetch much water, them wash their and your cloths, cleaning the house, and then cook for you, may be too much for a child. Watch out.

  • Kicking them out.

     If you are used to beating up a child every time they wrong, note that it is not the best option to make a child obedient. If a child is beaten up and usually runs to the neighbours for help, one day, she/he might never go to the neighbours but will go, and never come back.

  • Sexual assort or rape.

     Sexual assort and rape have contributed to many children abandoning their homes simply because they do not know how to deal with it, so, always show your children that they are secure with you so that in case and God forbid, they are faced by this inhuman act, they will trust you and be with you. Many even run away because the perpetrators of such acts in some cases are never punished for it and they keep on threatening the child not to tell about it or else they might kill them.

  • Alcohol and violence.

     If someone in a certain homestead takes a lot of alcohol and then tries to be violent either to the child parent of to the children themselves, it is very easy for the child to fill unprotected and since they might not hold the pressure, running away from home will be in the top list of options.

  • Verbal abuse and un appreciation.

     When one yells or screams at a child all the time for doing something wrong, the child becomes afraid and insecure. If the child does something that they think is a great invention of all times, them they need someone to appreciate them and guide them through what they are doing, so, screaming to them how wrong they are opts them to think of a place they will be appreciated.

  • Being neglected.

Neglecting a child might not simply mean living them alone, it could also be inclusive of the things children need most. When a child is in the house, they need attention, if they don’t receive it, they will look for it elsewhere. Food and clothing is also something else that if a child lucks, they will fill insecure and neglected.

  • Parental love.

     You must not be the biological parent of a child to show them parental care and love, no, you just need to listen to the kick, do to them watch they say and is right, and guide them through the right path in life for them to fill mothered.

  • Un education.

     Not every child loves school, but if a child loves school and you do not give them a chance, I can bet you that at any point of such an offer or chance, they will live you alone and very fast run away from that home that became their hinderance to earning knowledge.



     It is us who make children run away from us, so, having read the above bulleted points, try advising others on what to avoid and what to do to keep our children with us.

     I am not a children expert, so, if I have left out a point that you fill is crucial for us to retain our children at home, please the comment box below is wide open for you.                            

                                                                                                         Sir. Qobiqom


Really amazing

Relaxed in front of a camera with a smile on the face really deserves a good job(a good photo)

     What makes me smile than the lady on the photo is that the photo was taken by someone who barely saw it, that is really a good job.three




When it comes to blogging, one should if not must be an internet friend and if possible love you must make internet your number one friend, for without internet connections, you are as good a blogger as none. Creativity is not what you should think twice about, for if you have a photography blog, remember even a two year child can take a photo, if only shown the right button, but here is the question, what kind of a photo?. When we talk about third world countries, we simply mean places like Africa and the likes. These are countries with people who can hardly make one dollar a day.

     Very few people in the 3rd world are educated, hence enemies to information, but to those that have been trying blogging from scratch, here are some of the challenges they have either met or over come on their way.


     I know, even the poorest person on earth do not like being called poor, but when it comes to journalism, truth must be told. Many of the people living in the 3rd world countries are poor, poor to the extent of lacking some basic needs, those that might have gone for higher education, it is mostly not by the efforts of their parents, no, it is through churches, NGO’s, donors and even some working to educate themselves. With that in mind, you now know that to poor people, information or education, might be turned into a luxury and not a basic need. A community with these poverty line around them, might have someone in them wanting to blog and change the world, but they just can’t. Anyway, if you think they can, answer yourself this question ‘if you had 15£ with you, would you go for a smart phone, or would you go for food if there was no food?’

  • Internet connections.

     In most of the 3rd world countries, internet connections are a very big challenge. This is because, here, people are poor, so the money they make daily, monthly or even annually, is or enough for basic needs. Those that have taken the part of business people and started cyber cafes where one can access internet at a small fee, are only in big cities and bigger towns, you might not find them in the villages.

     Take this example; one day, I travelled to Kenyan upcountry to see my mother, yes I had my phone with me, but there was no network coverage, no cyber cafe, or anything that could help me access the internet, so, my small sister thought that because she could not reach me, and she did not know where I were, the best idea was to report to the police station a missing brother! You can guess what followed.

     If the internet connections are mostly found around town, then those living away from town will have to travel to the town to find it. how many trips can one make to the cyber each day just to respond to a comment on their story?

  • Information barrier.

     No matter how much educated you are, you can not tell what current news are without see the headlines or watching/reading them extensively. In the poor countries, one might be fresh from college, just started a blog, and the whole family is waiting for him/her to get some good cash, God knows from where, for them to have their first television set, Radio or even a phone to help one surf well in the internet and be informed, information is not only in the internet, but remember blogs are.

  • Job type or class.

     Many of the people in 1st world countries, will find this funny, for they believe, you can blog actually you can post a blog while standing at a postal line, waiting to be served, yes you really can, now, take this example of Mwenda, who is a fresh from college, would wish to get employed. Mwenda finds it difficult to get a job and decides as he waits for a chance, he will join a building and construction work in the towns to earn himself a living. One must be at the construction site at 6am in the morning, and leave the site and 6pm in the evening, while at the site, God knows if one can stop caring blocks to blog, so as to answer to a comment while missing cement, sand and water! So, Mwenda arrives home at 10pm in the evening with a very exhausted body, and they should be up by 3am to try and reach the site in time since he has to walk to the site to save a coin.. What kind of a blogger will he be?



     It takes passion, and much courage, determination and focus to be a blogger in the 3rd world countries, but the above does not encourage them to stop blogging and wait for example, wait for Kenya to become like Canada where the governments provides free internet, it is for them to work hard and smart to fight their own problems and rise to be the best blogger regardless of the challenges. Remember running away from 3rd world to 1st world will not help the nation, but only you. My call is for you not to take 3rd world to 1st world but do the vice versa.


                                                                                      Sar. Qobiqom.



   If you are a Nairobi resident the bus station is not the space for you (a new place), right at the exit of the Nairobi bus station we meet Martin N g’ang’a allies Marto who regardless of him being a man is a very good nail polisher to whom most of his customers regard to as a friend and not just a business person.

       Marto is a family man actually a father of four who lives at Huruma in Nairobi. Before starting the nail art job he used to sell clothes and did not have a business premise but could do the door delivery. Fortunately in the year 2012 as Marto was walking along the streets of Huruma he met two young men who used to do nail art but did not have a station so we could just call them mobile nail polishers. Marto had a lengthy chat with them and they inspired him to stop the clothes business and begin nail art which could at least help him deliver bigger ‘bread’ on the table each day.

       It was not easy for him to decide to quit the clothes business, and start another business that he only theoretically understood. All in all for one to be a good entrepreneur he should be a risk taker, so Marto, like a soldier he stepped in the battlefield armed with only a place to start the business, his little knowledge of dealing with the customers as he had acquired from the clothes business and the most important ‘tool’ of his new business a friend who had the knowledge on nail art.

       From the work at the exit of the bus station that Marto had acquired he graduated with the knowledge of nail art from his teacher and business partner Mwas. The two partners were now well equipped and ready to fight their way into the tough Nairobi market.” At first getting customers was harder than walking on water,” Marto told us. As days went on, they brought around brighter weeks, shiny months and finally each day began to be fruitful. They had no money to place any advertisement on even the cheapest community radio station of Huruma but they had the best marketing advertisement on earth which is tell a friend to tell a friend.

         One and half years later, which is today as I and my friends pass by the exit of the bus station we meet Marto who today from his little business has managed to accumulate enough capital to even open up another nail art point you call it a branch if you wish so. Marto whom many do not know but have met him, regard as jobless for if you do not have a job in the Kenya of today many call you jobless. He is still called jobless for lack of a white collar job but he is a business man who earns enough to feed and educate his family and on top of that create jobs for four more Kenyans, and to my surprise Marto is even gender sensitive as the Kenyan constitution requires and has respected the one third gender rule in the constitution.

            When speaking to Peninah Kawira one of the employees with a very satisfied smile on her face she said, ”I love my job, my boss is as nice as a father and I don’t see him as my boss for we work together with one goal, better our lives and grow our business.” And so happy again as if she was receiving her salary she continued with her work on nail art on her customer as if she had not even responded to my question. She had now made me feel so comfortable at the place that I almost violated my African traditions as a man and join my lady friends to have my nail polished.

           By now I had taken a seat and just in front of me was Mary Kimani who after asking why she was wearing very expensively just like most of the Nairobi women but was still in that place having a nail art and not the uptown she told me, ”It all begins by the sense of humor, every human being wants to belong and the service of this place makes me feel as if I was having the nail art from the comfort of my bedroom .” But before I asked my next question she interrupted my thoughts by saying loudly and happily, “oh! The service is the best and cheapest in town, and the owner of this place is welcoming and good-hearted.”

         It was now getting late and the equipments we had in our position (camera, stand and microphone) were to be returned to the office so we wished Marto all the best and thanked him for being an employer hence boosting the Kenyan’s economy. Just when we had finished packing our equipments Marto ordered Kawira to see us off to Tom Mboya street. On our way, Kawira had one message for the youths which she had always heard Marto tell them as his young employees, “Every youth of this nation must stop waiting for the government whether a graduand or not you should come out of the lazy world and work. A job is a job regardless of the class.”

                                                                                                                           By@ Qobiqom.          




Susan Owour Njuguna is a sweet, loving, caring, polite and understanding mother of 17 children, a resident of Nairobi Kayole area. To the ears of many the word mother means a female biological parent of any child but to my understanding it means any female parent who brings up a child and gives her/him the maternal love and care.

       Susan is naturally attracted to children not simply because she is a mother but hers is a calling. The reason being at her early teens (a young girl of class six) she rescued a young boy of standard three who was an orphan and since the boy was suffering in school she made a decision of taking him to her mother’s home. she had no problem with Susan’s ‘big heart’ so she generously welcomed the boy home as if he were her own. She even went a step further to encourage Susan and other children in the neighbourhood to follow Susan’s footsteps.

       Due to her mother’s encouragement, Susan’s calling had gotten a spiritual boost so when she was in form two she identified four more orphans who to her knowledge and understanding were vulnerable. So, just like the standard three boy, who in this case we call Allan she still took them to her caring and welcoming mother. Again, they were welcomed home. This time round , Susan’s mother did not escape the daily rumour of the village, and even earned the nickname ‘Redcross’ and Susan’s home changed to ‘IDP camp’.

         Susan did not only have love for children but love for knowledge too. So after her O-levels, she proceeded to college and did auto-motive engineering. Surprisingly, after college she did not practice but got married and started a cool family whereby she got two children in that marriage but unfortunately the husband died in the year two thousand and eleven. While married her love for children got another boost for her husband too loved children so with that overwhelming support she decided instead of volunteering to children homes as she had gotten used to she should start

her own and help more children.

           So in the year two thousand and seven she registered Elrol Hope Centre which is currently a home to her, her two children and fifteen more children. They all live under one roof which is unfortunately a rental house. After meeting her, I came to learn that she is a loving mother who appreciates that she is not perfect that is why she even takes a step ahead and organizes camping

sessions so that they can be helped where she can’t.





         Tuesday the twentieth was a great morning for me and my five other friends as we acted on our weekends plan to visit Susan and her family at the Amazing Grace Rescue Centre in Alpso area in Ng’ong Nairobi. On arrival we were welcomed by Timothy Njoroge who is a son to Beatrice Njoroge who is the owner of the Amazing Grace Rescue Centre, and who is also working with a hundred other children centres in Nairobi who has come together so as to help each other sort out the problems arising in each of them.

         Before meeting the children, we shared a very brief meeting with Susan who did some orientation and mobility in the camp. The teachers to the children we met are simply awesome. We even learnt that the children who were camping there were not only from Elrol centre but also from Kayole Street Girls Centre and Muthure Children’s home and since it was the beginning of the camp four more were expected the next day.



           After interviewing Susan and Beatrice we for the first time in our lives were shocked to have met citizens who congratulated the government by saying that they work closely with the government (Ministry of Education, Agriculture, The Nairobi County Children’s Office and police not leaving out chiefs). As the interview went on they thanked and called for the media to take time in exposing the bad things that happen to children and give more airtime to what should be done to help the children whether ok or vulnerable.

           Apart from Susan and Beatrice sighting the problems that the children have, we evidently saw it with our own eyes as a child they called ‘Ocampo’ fainted in our presence due to excitement which he should not face. Surprisingly the child should also not get annoyed by anybody for he has seizure which came about due to trauma he has always had as a result of molestation by relatives, neglect by parents on his day one on earth where he was left helpless in the hospital and an act of sodomy he faced. We also met Belinda a young girl in high school form two in Kayole Girls School who fell from a bed while in class seven and got a spine injury which has forced her to always walk bending like a 120-year old woman while she is a young beautiful girl who if underwent the right treatment could catwalk in the streets like other girls of her age.

           Even though all the orphans and vulnerable children in the society need help the above two named children (Ocampo and Belinda) need immediate financial help that will lead to their good health status. If anybody feels like they can help, the right lines to call are; Susan Njuguna at 0722929808 and Beatrice Njoroge @ 0723750636 but the children do not only need financial help but also social help whereby you can reach the above numbers and then go spend an hour or two with them. As we left the camp, so many questions were left unanswered, why is it that a parent could neglect/abandon their own biological child? And why on earth could a parent molest/mistreat their own blood? Finally, why can’t everybody and we are all human beings, be like Susan and Beatrice?  

                                                                                                  Story by: Sar Qobiqom.