I was on my way home from the bank. My dad had sent me to withdraw some really large amount of money which was supposed to cater for my sister education abroad.
Things were running smoothly in the busy streets of our great city Nairobi. Suddenly everything came to a standstill when a boy my age was run down by an over speeding matatu. A no thing in Nairobi by the way. I watched the boy frantically calling for anyone to come to his aid.
Luckily a man from the crowd called an ambulance. To everyone’s surprise ambulance responded immediately a rare thing in Kenya. The doctors swiftly swung into action and tried to save the young soul. After the first aid I heard the doctor saying “we cannot admit this boy unless a sum of hundred thousand is paid” we all stood there wondering what this country and its esteemed citizens had come to. By the looks of things the boy did not have much life left in him unless he was rushed to a hospital.I had no other option but to painfully part with the the hundred thousand in order to save a life.
I had officially denied my sister a chance to live her dreams. Here I am now walking home thinking hard about what to tell my dad whom we all know is a vampire if not a lion. Somebody help me