In July of 2009, I went to South Africa to look into the recent xenophobic attacks on Zimbabwean political asylum seekers. After I arrived, I learned that there was a significant problem with unaccompanied minors pouring into the country and that the issue was especially acute at the northern border with Zimbabwe, in a town called Musina. From the moment I arrived in Musina, I knew this was not something I was going to be able to walk away from easily. There were kids everywhere. Most of them arrived knowing that school was free in South Africa, and they wanted to continue their educations. School is not free in Zimbabwe, and the teachers and the school system were so poorly run that teachers were often on strke for unpaid wages, and school was either closed or people could not afford the fees to send their kids to school. The value placed on education in Zimbabwe is so high, that children were ready to leave their families and risk their lives for it. Other kids were fleeing destitute poverty or abusive family situations. Others still were looking for better work opportunities. The kids I met blew me away. A few days into the project I knew I was not going to be able to easily walk away from this. I met many kids over the two-plus weeks I was there in 2009, but some stood out to me, and we slowly began to develop a relationship. Over the next 10 years I returned as often as I could, (over 10 times) keeping track as best I could, of nine different boys, and I am still in touch with five of them today. These pages represent only a small snapshot of their stories, and our time together, but there is more to come soon, in documentary form.