'I have two younger brothers. Our parents died, maybe of malaria or typhoid. I am not sure. I can’t remember it very well, I don’t like to. We live with our grandmother. She works very hard and I try to be good for her and to help her with things, because she is old and alone.
We have a small house between the rubbish dump and the sea. It is flat and the streets are small, so when it floods it is very difficult. The water has gone down, but it took everything first and now everyone worries about diseases. In one week, 10 children in our neighborhood died of sickness and nobody knows what it is – maybe malaria because of all the water.
Everything in our house was destroyed and my grandmother now is sad every day. We were at school, but she says now 'What will I do?' because she cannot pay for more shoes, or books, or uniforms. They were ruined. She is trying to stitch some old things someone gave us so she can make one uniform, but, still, we need the materials. My brothers are good, I like being the oldest; I can look after everyone. Street Child helped my grandmother when our parents died and now we hope they can help us get back to school now. It is too much for her and I am afraid it will happen again next year.'