JUSTUS

My brother Justus Okiring was suffering from HIV/AIDs disease. Day by day he grew weaker and weaker. His body grew so tiny and his lips turned red.
My parents and I tried to force him to take the ARV drugs that we had worked so hard and even spent money to get them but he refused because he believed that he was going to be healed.
Even to the very last day I spoke to him but he refused to listen to me and infact called us faithless believers. At the end of the day he died and we just buried him last week on the 28th July this year.

Location: Airstrip, BUSIA, KENYA