Today as I saw the clouds forming for the showers of heaven above to bless us and our farms, I panick not for me but for the countless children and adult whose abode is the street.
I could not do all I set out for myself today.Because their thought and need for shelter and protection occupied my mind this morning.
The question is what can we do?
what are we doing that is not write?
what else can we do to help them?
Please I need your comments because My heart is not at peace when I have to sleep
in a comfortable home and a child is out there.