Ayantu Jarso Kufa, 14
Ethiopian Oromo refugee from Shasame now living in Nairobi, Kenya.
We came to Nairobi by bus. We stayed in a lodge and after two days my father disappeared. We went out for dinner and we ate our dinner, went back to our room and in the morning my father was missing. I waited for a while and then I went out. It was the first time I had gone out on my own and I didn’t know what to do. The man in charge of collecting money came to me asking me for money, he was speaking Swahili and I didn’t understand him. He locked the door after I left. I went to the hotel where we ate dinner and checked there, no one knew anything when I asked.
I felt totally hopeless and I started to walk without knowing where I was going. By chance I came to St Theresa’s Church and the lady I am now living with saw me crying outside and took me home. Now I work for her in her restaurant.
I’m living with this lady now as a house child, helping her in her restaurant. Education costs money here, it's not free so I cannot go to school. The best thing that could happen to me would be to meet someone who can help me find my father. I don’t know what to do. The only thing I know now is the pain of crying at the thought of never seeing my father again.