Choosing Death Than Life "Gosh" God Forbid!

Choosing is a game many would want the best to be on their side. Yesterday I took literacy one class for a lesson in counseling, and I dealt with life stories, so the students got interested and wanted to participate.

One of the students, told us and I quote him,

"One day while we were living on the streets, at a base named Jam-street, one young man named Njoro become sick. Our base leader was called Master, and so Njoro had a oozing wound that made him suffer in pain. Master tried all he could but in vain, he fed him on Jombii (food collected from dump sites). So one day Njoro called his age mates and asked them to summon Master. So Master had build his Polythene paper house just next to the one the young street boys were living in. On arrival Njoro asked Master to do him one favor, he told him to finish (kill) him so that he could rest from that deadly decease.

Master answered "That is a simple thing to do" He went to his Polythene made house and boiled a knife in hot water, then placed it on hot burning coal, and came to where Njoro was sleeping. He told him turn and close his eyes. He then took the knife and pierced Njoro at the belly. Njoro did not open his eyes, he died. Master then took Njoro's body, threw it on the compost heap, and called the police, telling them that somebody was dead around his area. The police came took the body to the city morgue.

Today Njoro is forgotten, I believe he is buried with unclaimed bodies.
Pray for the MITS staff and the Coulstons help these hurting street kids.

*the names Njoro and Master have been depicted to hide the identities of the real persons.

Writing is a volunteer at MITS
SIMON K. MARTINE