Put simply, is there anything in the world more tragic or deserving of outcry and action than
the children who live in Africa’s streets?
The children who eke their survival only by stealing, working for pitiful sums in often hazardous and/or
demeaning conditions, or selling – often selling that which no-one should ever have to sell?
The children whose sum possessions are usually the rags you see on their bodies.
The children who sleep on the street in lorry parks, market stalls and other public places, hopelessly
exposed to disease and predation.
The children with no hope of medical care when they inevitably fall ill.
The children with no secure or safe place – who can never relax.
The children more often viewed with hatred than concern in the places they live.
The children exposed to gangs and drugs instead of school and food.
The children with no visible prospect of education or development, condemned to parasitic life.
The children with no one to look after them.
The children whose life is almost certainly condemned to being brutish, short, and dangerous.