My name is Sarah, a mother from Kampala, and there was a time when I believed my family had been completely forgotten. My husband left me and our children without warning and disappeared from our lives. At first, I thought he would return after a few days, but the days turned into months and eventually years.
I was left with children who still needed food, clothes, school fees and a safe place to sleep. I had no stable income, and every day became a struggle to keep my family together. I contacted my husband several times, asking him to come back and help us, but nothing changed.
There were days when we went without food because I had no money. I borrowed from friends and relatives until many of them also became tired of helping me. The situation became so difficult that there were nights when my children and I had nowhere comfortable to sleep.
At one point, we spent nights on the streets. I would hold my children close to me and wonder how our lives had reached such a painful situation. My children kept asking when their father would return, and I had no good answer to give them.
I tried different ways of surviving. I looked for small jobs and did whatever work I could find, but the money was never enough. I felt exhausted, embarrassed and hopeless because I was carrying the responsibility of raising children while their father was nowhere to be seen. One day, someone who knew about my situation told me about.To read more, tap here
