A good day turns sour

Once upon a time there lived a boy whose name was moi.Moi was a good boy,he liked visiting his friends and playing with them.One day his friends agreed to beat him and run away.So when moi was coming to visit his friends he found them sited behind the house.
with agility of a cobra they played football in the bush.One clapped his hand and both of them went and caught him on his neck and others were beating him on his stomach.When that boy was vomiting he knew it was a joke but it was serious.When they left him,his friends run away and left him in the bush.When a grandmother was fetching firewood,she saw the boy in the bush and took him to her house

Location: kondele, kisumu, kenya