Our lives are so much blended together, that I cannot even imagine myself without HOCT, nor HOCT without myself, nor myself without Mugoya Swaliki and all the good people working every day for this to happen.

Those children… they are not just photos. They are not just names. They are a part of my life and yours, they are endless nights of worry and tears, they are therapy sessions (that I attend), they are milestones, they are moments of joy and happiness.

Basti is deaf and he was once hit by a car; Igalo has hydrocephaly; Igulu is happy that his long-distance mommy has given birth to a baby-boy and he feels he has a brother. They have a story, hopes, and dreams. And this is why, when I give them all my energy, I feel that my life is not in vain.