Growing up was an adventure with poverty and though we were poor, there were yet still others much poorer. I grew up in Maidugri, North East Nigeria, and I was privy to have a sneak view into the lives of a set of children called Almarjiri children. At the ages of 5, they are abandoned by their parents in the Almarjiri schools never to see their parents again. Every evening, these kids take their bowl-like plates round the town collecting food remnants of all sorts from different homes, stir it all together and divide into three portions which they eat as dinner, breakfast and lunch after which another cycle of door-to-door begging for food continues.
As a youngster, my heart bled for these children and I was determined that when I could I would extend a hand of love to help the less privileged one way or another. With the advent of the acts of terror that has rattled the peace and calm of the nation, leaving behind a string of bloodshed, displacement and pains. We have so many children who watched their parents maimed, slaughtered and even blown into bits now dumped at refugee camps with no hope of a future that outshines their past. Hence the birth of Mercy Orphanage, our mission is to heal, rehabilitate and build these ones into adults who are balanced and complete in themselves, equipped not just to create positive change but to be the positive change.