Mi historia

Masitula Nakiganda was once a bright, playful girl, known for her radiant smile that could light up a room. At 4 years old, she would chase butterflies in the small yard of her family’s home, her laughter filling the air like the chirping of birds. Her life, though modest, felt full with the love of her parents, and she believed their little home was unbreakable. But behind closed doors, cracks had begun to form. Her parents, once loving and kind to each other, had to started arguing more often. Masitula didn’t understand why her mother would sit in silence after her father came home late or why her father would disappear for days without explanation. She could sense the tension, but she was too young to comprehend its weight. One night, the tension exploded. Masitula sat curled in a corner of their tiny living room as her parents shouted at each other, their voices filled with anger and accusations she couldn’t understand. Her mother’s eyes were wet with rage, and her father’s face was twisted in frustration. The word adultery was hurled between them, but to Masitula, it was just noise a word she didn’t know, a word that was tearing her life apart. The argument turned physical. In a blur of movement and screaming, things were knocked over, furniture overturned. Masitula pressed her hands over her ears, trying to block out the sounds of her world breaking. Neighbors soon gathered outside, and before she knew it, the police arrived, pulling her parents apart like two forces destined to destroy each other. They were taken away in handcuffs, and in an instant, her family was gone. Masitula was left standing alone in the doorway, her small frame dwarfed by the chaos that had unfolded around her. She called for her parents to come back, but no one answered. The house was silent now, as if her voice had been swallowed by the empty rooms. In the days that followed, Masitula sat by the window, waiting for her parents to return. Neighbors would stop by, offering food or a kind word, but they didn’t know what to say to a little girl whose world had collapsed. No one could replace the love she had lost, and no one seemed to know what would happen next. Weeks passed, and Masitula’s once bright eyes had dulled. She barely ate, rarely spoke, and no longer played in the yard. She had stopped chasing butterflies, and her laughter, once so frequent, had disappeared. She was lost in a world she no longer recognized, abandoned by the two people who had meant everything to her. When we learned of Masitula’s situation, we knew we had to step in. She had been left alone for too long, burdened by a pain too heavy for a child to carry. When we brought her to our care center, she barely spoke, her heart too fragile and her spirit too broken. But slowly, with the care and support she found in the center, Masitula began to open up. She started to smile again, just faintly at first, as if she was unsure she still knew how. The road to healing would be long, but Masitula, the girl who once lost everything, was beginning to find hope again. And in that hope, her future lay waiting, just beyond the horizon.

Masitula apoyado por el socio de impacto Serah

Onze kinderopvang biedt onderdak aan kwetsbare dakloze kinderen die wees zijn geworden als gevolg van natuurlijke omstandigheden, zoals de dood van een of beide ouders, evenals armoedegerelateerde problemen die wanhoop bij ouders veroorzaken, waardoor ze drastische keuzes maken die veel van deze kinderen kwetsbaar maken. Sommige kinderen worden door hun families afgewezen vanwege kleine lichaamsafwijkingen en behandelbare medische aandoeningen. Anderen worden achtergelaten op straat in de hoofdstad Kampala, waar ze veel riskeren om in hun levensonderhoud te voorzien. Omdat elk kind kostbaar is voor God. We kunnen niet achteroverleunen en toekijken hoe deze kinderen alleen lijden. Toch kunnen we iets doen om hun onbetaalbare levens te herstellen en ze hoop te geven voor de toekomst. Als kinderopvang bieden we een thuis voor onze kinderen nadat ze zijn goedgekeurd door de overheidsinstantie op basis van de status of toestand van het kind. Hij of zij wordt geïnitieerd in onze gezinssituatie, van waaruit ze een gevoel van verbondenheid vinden. Onze moeder, die toevallig weduwe is, kan samen met andere broers en zussen die hij of zij in het huis vindt voor het kind zorgen en samen vormen ze een gezin. We benadrukken dat onze kinderen worden gevormd en opgevoed in een gezinsinstituut. Omdat dit een manier is waarop juiste en gepaste levensnormen worden bijgebracht. We bieden ze kwalitatief onderwijs, voedsel, gezondheid en medicijnen, kleding en bovenal goddelijke principes. LUF gelooft dat wanneer we onze kinderen of onze samenleving als geheel machtigen, we een geweldig platform bieden voor geweldige Afrikaanse leiders die op een dag de volgende generatie van Afrika en de hele wereld als geheel zullen machtigen.