LONELY?

LONELY?
Born in a "ghetto" in Nairobi and being ,the only child of Mr. Mwema, I was brought up well according to the street standard.
It was in those days as I was in class three that both of my parent died ,after a long suffering from untreated diseases.
I was very young and couldn't at .first cop-up with the situation. My uncle took care of me until I was settled. The negative side is that my uncle was envious of my father when he was still alive. They even didn't talk to each other, neither did I play with my cousins. He stopped me from going to school. I decided to go and tell the matter to my headmaster who I could trust by that time.
The headmaster took  me to a home which sponsored my primary education. This made m y only uncle angry and expelled me from his family. After my class eight, I indulged myself in the  real street hustling.
I struggled till I married and now being a father, am not lonely again; I  have friends who mean 'more than a brother' to me. This is the Global Giving Organisation. They provide my children with education and more. God bless this organisation.

Location: Soweto, Nairobi, Kenya