Planet Earth

It happened around 3 a.m in the streets of Nairobi. I remember his last day with me like it was yesterday. It was on a Sunday morning when a friend of my younger brother’s called and told me that he had just died.

He snatched a mobile phone from someone in the streets and he faced mob justice. My mind suddenly got overly shocked and became sad and mad about the bad news.

He should have never turned to the streets. It was a choice that was made for him. He decided to go after he failed to complete his primary education.

The following day, I went to the scene where he was beaten and his friends told me that they had called the police for help to take him to hospital because he was losing too much blood since his head had a hole in it, and his leg and hand were broken.

My family arranged for his burial and after six days he was buried. I felt sorry for him because he was our last born brother so he died young. The mob did not do the right thing, instead they could have taken him to the police station so that he could be taken to court and face justice. But they do this because they see a street child as someone who does not have a family and someone who is there to disturb others.

This did not only happen to my brother because there are still others who face the same thing. Yesterday as I watched the news, I saw a boy who also faced the mob and was beaten to death. I felt depressed for him like I did when this happened to my brother, bringing back my memories of him and causing me to realize that no one has dealt with this issue yet .The government should address this issue by informing the public that their negative attitudes towards street children.