It was Monday morning. My neighbor started to yell at her child “you stupid child come here where do you think you are going?!” Jane told her mother that she was going to school.

My neighbor said to Jane that she is nothing but a hypocrite and liar. “But mommy, I am not a liar, I am going to school.”

Jane’s mother refused. Jane asked where she was supposed to go and her mother said that she was going to be married. Jane was shocked by the news.

Jane said, “no mother! I am not ready to be married to that old man. I am sorry, please mommy, what I need now is to go to school. I am too young to be married.”

My neighbor was so surprised when Jane said that, she started to laugh at her child saying, “ooh my, Jane you are not as young as you think.”

Jane was only 16 years old. “Do you think it’s fair to do this to me mother?” My neighbor replied with a yes.

Jane was in so much pain. All she wanted was to go back to school. But her mother was forcing her and if she did not marry this guy, she would be forced to leave home. So she did.

I don’t think that this is good for these young girls because I feel like they are my sisters. So please, I am asking you parents to stop abusing your children like this with early marriages.

Once I was with my great friend. Her name was Judy and she was a good friend of mine. She would usually come to visit me at home.  

She was my only friend but we were not friends for long.

It was on Wednesday morning when my friend came to greet me, but she left after a few minutes. I heard the voices of three men who said, “you girl, come here, where do you think you are going?” My friend ran because I was there.

Thursday morning, my friend came and said, “ooh my, here you are my dear. You are still here.” She thought I was supposed to be at school. I asked her, “where do you want me to go?” She said, “I want you to go and buy some Mira,” I was shocked.

“Jesus of Nazareth, are you stupid?” I asked.

She started to cry and said, “why are you preventing me from doing this?” I told her to do it at her own risk. She ran and ran to buy some drugs like bhang, alcohol and cigarettes. She started to smoke and drink.

When she was enjoying her drugs, she got sick as the drugs desired. The doctor said that she was sick because of the drugs that she was taking all the time.

After some days, she was feeling better but soon after, she started to drink alcohol. She finished her drink and went home, she said it was time for people to go to sleep. She ran outside where she was raped and killed. She wouldn’t have died if she was not taking drugs.

In the streets many people sell drugs and this has abused many boys and girls. It has abused a boy named Peter and it has been abusing him for a long time. He was using drugs called bhang (marijuana) and miraa. He was caught by the police but he couldn’t see the danger. The police tried to hit the boy but it was too late because he had already been punished by members of the street. But he continues to steal with the drug addicts and he is saying that if he doesn’t take any drugs, he can’t sleep at all.
        
The police arrested the boy for almost three months because of beating a mother who was pregnant. After a few months he was told to go but when he came home, he was changed
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But he still had the memory of drugs. People told him to not continue with the drugs but he didn’t want to listen to anybody. He wanted to beat people with stones or anything he had. He even wanted to cut his mother with a knife but his mum hit him with a stone. 
   
 He continued with drugs and he was a thief. He would see someone carrying something and he would take it and say that it was for himself. He would hit the person and report him to the police. It was two weeks later when he stole from a woman and was caught by the police and arrested for one week. After some days he was released from jail and he came home to stay for a few days before he died.

It was Wednesday morning. I was across the road, I was going to school where I am learning my college, and I saw a boy sniffing gum. I was so sorry for the boy because he was to young to sniff the glue.

After a few minutes the boy was going to search for food so he could eat. When he was walking he collected a piece of paper so he could keep his food. When he was walking, he saw a church and he entered inside where he found a pastor preaching. He sat down and listened to what the poster was preaching. The boy found a bible then he prayed. Then God helped him, he was praised by the blood of Jesus.

When he was going home he met with his friends. The boys asked him “Where have you been?” The boy answered “I was inside the church and I am praised by the blood of Jesus.”  The boys laughed and laughed at him but he was so sorry for the boys, he was so pleased to be with God.

It was Tuesday morning. A man was passing on the road. He was going to the Mathare North Area One. There were boys standing in the road and they asked the man “Where do you think you are going?”

The man answered, “I am going to Mathare.”

“Which tribe are you?”

The man answered, “I am a Kenyan.”

The boys tried to hit the man, running across the road, jumping and hitting him with pangas and stones. The man cried and cried and after a few minutes the policemen arrived. They were hitting and cutting people with knives and stealing from them. People were crying and others were laughing, it was too terrible for those who were passing with black faces.

People were asking each other why people were fighting when the leaders were resting. The police were throwing tear gas, others were crying and others had to leave their homes and live in internally displaced people camps.

Please Raila and Kibaki, do something for these people who are staying in camps.