I just spent twenty minutes staring from my balcony at the city I call home.

When my Dad was fifteen years old, he lost his parents in a plane crash.

Every now and then, I take the liberty of changing the names of the people

Two years ago, shortly before running away from home, Margaret’s older sister gave her a

I was standing with a coworker in the slum of Milongo Kubwa when a smiley

Susan is 22 and has an awkward smile. Nevertheless, it is a contagious smile. Something

The streets don’t favor one gender over another. Girls are just as easily taken to

When I was a kid, I had good friends. I was lucky. My friends never

I was with some street kids the other day when a 13 year old boy

I attended one of Undugu’s Street Association Soccer Tournaments a couple of weeks ago. Watching

INNOCENCE ON THE STREET Eric is a twelve year old boy originally from the town

Every morning, as a part of my commute, I pass the same boy. He seems

I climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro last week. It was amazing. My inner nature-loving nerd was very

My first weekend in Nairobi, I went out with my coworker and his wife. They

Why does a society have police forces? Is it so that they can intimidate children

I sat down with an eighteen year old boy the other day to interview him

How much does a pile of dirt cost? It’s a big pile. I don’t know

The arbitrary arrest of a street child is common. Slums are big, confusing, and dangerous.

Battling a disease like HIV/AIDS requires blunt and open discussion. That’s a challenge in a

One of the last books that I read before leaving the United States was Barack

I have now been with The Undugu Society for three days. I spent yesterday and

I wrote the following posting three weeks ago. As you will see, at the time