'Far Away' doesn’t exist anymore
Poem and pictures homeless street boys of Jinja
Home Sweet Home
Day and Night I dream of home
And the sweet life I used to live there.
Memories about home shed some light
Into this dark life I am leading on the street
The coldness and darkness of the floor
Reminds of my warm bed back home.
The smelly food I pick from the dustbins
Reminds me of the meals my late mother used to prepare.
Day and Night I must be on the look out
For policemen and violent gang;
Or else I will end up assaulted or arrested.
I must sniff drugs like the other street boys
In order to make a paradise of this street life.
This street paradise though cannot compare with home.
If only my cruel step mother went back where she came from
I would go back home - sweet home.
Poem wrote by a homeless street boy of Jinja