At the end of November last year I started adoption procedures for Lizzie, Namuya and Grace who are all brother and sisters. I was originally going to just adopt Lizzie thinking it wasn't possible to adopt the older children because of their ages. But my lawyer thinks that it would be possible to adopt all of them considering the length of time I've been with them and because they are all from on family.
It has taken a long to get the file all together but finally it is done and submitted into the court and we have a court date for Monday (13th Sept) at 10 o'clock in the morning. You can never tell how it will go here but we are hoping for a smooth court appearance with a nice, kind friendly judge.
It has taken a long to get the file all together but finally it is done and submitted into the court and we have a court date for Monday (13th Sept) at 10 o'clock in the morning. You can never tell how it will go here but we are hoping for a smooth court appearance with a nice, kind friendly judge.
I have written about Lizzie and Grace before as well as their mother, so you know a bit about them.
Namuya was a young boy around the age of 7 or 8 years when we first met him. You can see him in the picture at the side that was taken in the very first days of knowing Namuya. He, at that time, was a full time street boy. He use to sleep under the taxi's at night or in derelict houses. His father had died and his mother had gone back to her families' village. So his uncle decided to bring Namuya to Kampala to help him and live with him at home. Unfortunately it was in a very bad slum area and his uncle had a difficult wife, there was no care and responsibility taken over Namuya so he use to play on the streets and finally ended up sleeping away from home.
It was difficult at the beginning to look after Namuya, he took along time to settle. He use to get a lot of wounds on his body which we use to dress everyday but he would always go and come back when he had taken the dressing off and picked the wounds, so that we could dress them again the next day. He was always a sweet boy, but was use to street life.
Over the years we have been through a lot with this family and Namuya being the oldest has felt it more than the younger children. His mother use to dislike him for some unknown reason and when she use to pass him in the street she use to throw rocks at him. She was always shouting abuse at him. One time we did try to re-settle the family back with their mum, but unfortunately the mum beat Namuya up and he ended up on the streets for the night.
But now he has grown into a lovely, mature young man. His relationship with his mother has changed so much and he is always going home to her house to check on her or help her when he sees her.
At school he is the news pre-fect, he is intelligent and is always top of the class. He loves to sing and dance and is determined to do well in order to have a good future.
Namuya was a young boy around the age of 7 or 8 years when we first met him. You can see him in the picture at the side that was taken in the very first days of knowing Namuya. He, at that time, was a full time street boy. He use to sleep under the taxi's at night or in derelict houses. His father had died and his mother had gone back to her families' village. So his uncle decided to bring Namuya to Kampala to help him and live with him at home. Unfortunately it was in a very bad slum area and his uncle had a difficult wife, there was no care and responsibility taken over Namuya so he use to play on the streets and finally ended up sleeping away from home.
It was difficult at the beginning to look after Namuya, he took along time to settle. He use to get a lot of wounds on his body which we use to dress everyday but he would always go and come back when he had taken the dressing off and picked the wounds, so that we could dress them again the next day. He was always a sweet boy, but was use to street life.
Over the years we have been through a lot with this family and Namuya being the oldest has felt it more than the younger children. His mother use to dislike him for some unknown reason and when she use to pass him in the street she use to throw rocks at him. She was always shouting abuse at him. One time we did try to re-settle the family back with their mum, but unfortunately the mum beat Namuya up and he ended up on the streets for the night.
But now he has grown into a lovely, mature young man. His relationship with his mother has changed so much and he is always going home to her house to check on her or help her when he sees her.
At school he is the news pre-fect, he is intelligent and is always top of the class. He loves to sing and dance and is determined to do well in order to have a good future.
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