My mother and I met Alex on the streets when I was just a toddler. My father had already died of AIDs at that point, and my mother was very sick with the disease also. She was selling mangoes to try and provide for us. Alex befriended her, often buying mangos.

When Alex heard the news of the death of my mother, he came and got me to come and live at the orphanage. I don't remember my mother, but I am grateful to be a part of the orphanage.

I love soccer and would play all day with others if possible. I’m not sure what I want to do when I grow up, but I am grateful for the opportunity to attend school with the other children.