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I received this blog from a very good friend with a big heart, her name is Eucharia, she is the founder of the foundation Kids Club Int. located in Nigeria. Little by little we are becoming a team, and with a % of my royalty that I will get from the sale of The Little Light Point at http://www.publishamerica.net/product25562.html I want to support this foundation directly, because it has always have been my dream to start a foundation to help children in need, and here I have found it in this foundation.......... www.ediinternational.org
Children is such derogatory situation are seeing and experiencing their human right being strip off them in the most in human way and even at the political frontier they are not protected they suffer physical , mental , emotional and psychological damages that affect their mental well being and in do doubt their lives in general , in most cases ends up having a ripple effect on the society by becoming drug dealers, prostitutes, pocket pickers, thieves and not mentioning the fact of ending up in prison.
But there are tens if not hundreds of legislation’s out there that purport to defend and promote the child right such as the 2008 strategy by UNICEF to protect children from dangerous environment by calling for a systematic approach to change the society attitude, custom and practices that allows children right to be violated.
Also the United Nations Secretary General study on violence against children which calls for the accountability of Government of every state to put in place the best possible system for protecting children irrespective of their religion, ethnicity, age and disability.
But in a society where the rule of law does not operate and in most cases does not exist where corruption seems to be the order of the day this dream seems to be light years away to a street child as far as the society is concerned he is unknown and unseen, he stands at the corner of the street and waits roughly through the crowds on hard rocky roads bare footed.
Homeless children walk in rubbish and dig hard metals and coopers just to have a meal, he tentatively works in gully's any where that seems lifeless is his hope for survival.
He moves between the crowd's and takes from each side of the road as fast as he could without been noticed, anything and everything he could get his hands on and at the end of the day he takes stock of his earning because pocket picking is his hope for surviving.
He has little or no sleep each day because he has to get up so early to hang on the side of a moving vehicle in other to get a square meal, he is not paid wages because he is exploited, he takes whatever he is given with a grateful face.
He carries fermented corn food on his head walking the street's perspiring under the glaze of the African sun he calls out loud to everyone that could hear and wants to take them off his mental tray.
He lies on the floor lifeless and does not move, his neck is twisted to the corner and bleeds by the side of his mouth for the surface that he falls on is rough and hard he is not touched on still the whole episode is over and he gets off the floor , dust his clothes, swiped his mouth and face but forget his identity for he is epileptic on every episode he stands between the gate of life and death not knowing where he will eventually wake up.
He sits by the corner of the street filled with rubbish , pollution and sewage to ask for alms, he runs the street filled with dirt and he is covered by it, dirt to him is his color and its tench is his perfume.
He sings and dances and even composes his own songs and lyrics for his voice is his comfort for it gives him hope for each day.
He has a dream to be visible , loved, great , to be identified and counted as a human being by the society which he comes from, all he want is for someone to stop, smile, hold his hand tell him that everything will be okay and that he has right to have a dream and to become whosoever whatever he wants to be.
But all these he cannot have unless we stop and look beyond the shadows of life to see who lays there , to see their potentials to lend a helping hand no matter how little , this would be a step towards helping to fulfilling that dream and up holding their right.
Dedicated to the Street children in Edo- state Nigeria
And we are around Christmas, so I you ware planing making a gift to one of the Multinational who say helping the kids in the world, please, stay near a true foundation that don't have a big office and several ceo with salaries above the middle man, just get in touch with the Kids Club International working directly with this streets kids, giving them food, a roof to sleep under and above all the love they deserve as kids to grow happy, look at this picture below, all this faces glowing of love, of happiness with just a enjoying the reading of The Little Light Point. Enjoy the photo and the video recording and look in your heart to help them by a little gift.
Thank you in advance for your noble action......