Namusobya Swaiba, Merc
My name is Namusobya Swaiba, Merc, and I am 32 years old. I come from Jinja, Uganda, East Africa, here on this beautiful planet that we call Earth.
My father died at a very young age and growing up as an orphan was a tough experience for me in many ways. Because I had no parents, I was lucky to have grown up in the loving hands of other people who are not related to me.
They have shown me the true meaning of unconditional love and caring for others unconditionally.
After witnessing firsthand the loss of many lives, I was desperately trying to think of a way to save them. In 2017 I chose to stand up and fight for the desperate lives of many street kids and orphans in my community. Most of these beautiful children were helpless. Having been in their situation, I was compelled to run to their rescue!!
My passion is for the foundation that I have created: God’s Mercy Orphanage Home Uganda. Its purpose is to positively impact orphan children’s lives and give them a renewed hope for a better tomorrow.
The orphanage provides meals and shelter for a large number of young, beautiful, orphan children; some are starving, and some have not had a good meals in days.
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