Passionate living
Yesterday i was roaming around with many thoughts occupying
my mind about positive and passionate living. I reasoned with myself about how
to change a life of a person and trigger a difference. As I approached the bus stage, I felt a touch
on my left hand accompanied by a feint hoarse voice “Uncle nibuyie kachai”
meaning uncle, buy me a cup of tea. When I took time and looked, I saw a young
boy with tattered clothes and with no shoes staring at me.
In my pocket, I had a hundred shillings with me which I had planned
to get to town with and then back. When I looked at the boy, he looked hopeless,
hungry and weak, and I thought to myself how I could help him. As this
happened, I recalled my previous thoughts on changing lives. I asked him his
name and told him to come with me to a sideway cafe as we chat. I asked the boy
what he would take and he said he had
not eaten for the last couple of days but since asking for food would appear
hard to many people, that’s why he settled on asking for a cup of tea from any
person. Some of them would abuse him and spit on him while calling him Chokora
(street boy) I ordered a plate of food for him and told him to relax and eat.
After a few minutes he was through and the plate appeared like
if it had not heard any food for the last few hours. The boy was full and I thought
it was good to know more about him. I again
confirmed his name as Karanja and carefully interrogated him for more
information. He explained to me things until I felt tears in my eyes. His mother
and father had died long ago out of AID’s when he was six years old and now he
is thirteen years. He explained to me
that after the death of his parents, his grandparents started mistreating him
and he ran away to the town they were previously living with his parents before
they died and which is the town we are in. one lady took him and returned him
to school and vowed to help him for the better part of his school life but unfortunately
after one year,