Brooke and I look for the boys whenever we were in the city. Last Tuesday, we took them out to lunch at KFC. During lunch, the boys told us about their house. I was really confused because I knew they were staying on the streets and didn't have a house. After lunch, we drove over to a little park to see their house. They had taken bricks being used to lay new sidewalk and constructed four walls. Their floor consisted of cardboard boxes. At night, they curl up together and sleep. On Saturdays, there is a big touristy market in this park that we take visitors to. Yesterday, I was anxious to see how the market affected the boys house. I thought perhaps it would have been torn down by the police. But instead, other street kids have joined the boys and they've built a huge house with 4 or 5 room. They've even found plastic to make a roof! I would guess there are 12 - 15 kids living in this house.
Every time I see Zacarius in the city, I ask him if he wants me to take him back to his family. They answer was always no. But Saturday he finally said yes. He was ready to go home. So today Brooke and I along with Ernesto, one of the youth from the center, met Zacarius at his "house" and took him back to his mom. She lives in Matola, a suburb of Maputo, in a small straw home. Their village is near the river with a beautiful view of the city.
For now, mother and son are together and I pray he stays there with her. I don't understand what it is about the city that would lure a boy as little as Zacarius but I pray that he'd be content to simply view the city skyline across the river with his mom rather than run back to the streets.