Adan Bulale

It was a Thursday morning, I Went to the hospital with my mom who was sick and visiting the doctor so as to get feedback and check if her prescribed medications did any improvements. After our visit to the hospital, my mom left me to visit her sister to the other side of the city, I was alone and on my way to the home. I was on Tricycle, it was raining cats and dogs and all the streets filled with floods, I was angry because over speed car carrying chat made me wet with dirty water from the road.

As the sun sets behind the blue waters of the Indian Ocean and the traffic disappears behind Mogadishu's big gated houses, a group of young boys, all at or under the age of 13, jump out from a rusty, abandoned bus onto a dark, dusty sidewalk. They are in search of shelter to hide from the night's cold.