User:Nyombi 256

My Name is Nyombi, I lost my dad when am 3 years after a big fight when my dad was trying to rescue my mom from a gang of soldiers from  raping  my mom, then after 4years  my mom died of HIV which she got after she was raped by the gang of soldiers.It happened so fast I still couldn't comprehend it. She was my only source of comfort in this world, I watched my mom dying of HIV I couldn’t help her that is what I will regret always. I was left with no relative and completely nothing in this world, we used to live in a small hut [house]in the village, i always feel cold and lonely. After had left with nothing I wanted a way out of this poor village I had my friend with same age we decided to go to the streets of Kampala Uganda as we had no option, scrounging for food and desperately fighting to survive..Unfortunately after 2 years my friend died because he was sick of HIV,I went through a lot during that time, I reached a time when i thought of hanging my self hoping to meet my mom and dad in heaven. One day the day I will never forget because that day transformed my life, a pasta called David was in his car and his wife, there was a traffic jam I came near their car as we always do to ask for coin then pasta asked me young boy what are you doing here. Then his wife added on, my son come here, as I came closer his wife asked me what do you want my son, I replied need education. They eventually gave me a bright future and took me to their church and joined school for the first time in my life. I didn’t go far with studies as we were so many orphaned children surviving on church fund, later I joined the Uganda Army where I served for 3 years. After 3 years I went back to Kampala that day when I landed in Kampala I found one of my instructor from the army in Kampala who was at that time recruiting security guards to go in Iraq to help USA troupes. I didn’t hastate they took me to some screening and after few weeks I boarded the plane to Iraq. I saved for 3 years in 2 camps under US marines in camp RAMADI and TQ.I was working 12 hours manning [guarding] towers with 2 US marines and 2 Ugandans on one post. Our shift leaders kept on rotating us to all the posts. After 3 years I came back to Uganda with all the money I started Banda children ministry to give the streets kids a chance in life, much as pasta David had done for me.