As the lovely and sad days go by, the poor people are becoming more and more poorer, as the wealthy get more wealthier.
As I mention this, tears of sorrow are rolling down my cheeks, for the situation has become more and more unbearable, very soon, I will not have a place to call home.
As a young child, I did not choose to be born and brought up in a slum called ‘Mitumba,’ where I have known for many years as my home.For quite some time,those in power have been shouting on top of their roof tops,claiming, we are living on that piece of land illegally.
These people sound strange, for when we are nearing elections, they give us empty promises, that if we vote for them, they will make sure the incoming government addresses the issue of land. We have elected several of them and up-to now, nothing has yielded fruits, and it is the same lot that wants to chase us away from the small piece of land.
These people have roughed us up for a very long time, making life unbearable to us. During the day, they throw us away, at night, they threaten us that they will set the shanties into fire,why make our lives so miserable?
If only one person in the government will stand up and declare this as evil and inhumane, then it is only God who can be on our side at the moment and forever.
