Brutality of relatives

My parents died when I was 8 yrs old.my father was the first to go. my uncle took me in. when my uncle took me I thought that life will never be the same again. But I thank my uncle and Aunt for making my life easy and I have lacked anything. I go to school, have a roof under my head. I will always pray for my uncle.


Location: NGANDO, NAIROBI, KENYA