“We lived under our neighbour’s staircase after my father died. A local church took pity on us and offered the five of us a very small, narrow container in which to live. When my mother died of lupus four years ago, my grandmother took us in. Her house was too small for all of us, so she built us a little shack off the back with scraps of metal and wood. This all happened before our school exams, and it was a stressful time. A special program at Christel House is teaching me to be a hair dresser. I can now wash and blow dry hair for people in the community and make a little money for the things we need.”