"Thief!Thief!Thief!" Is what I heard from the street. People gathered around the person stoning him without mercy. "plz don't kill him" a woman voice shouted but people never paid attention to her. After an hour the people started living and all I could see is a lifeless body which was left behind and a woman holding it while crying. "Richard" I gasped. It was my cousin who was being stoned to death. I couldn't believe my eyes. I thought they were playing a trick on me but that was the bitter truth.
Richard was a student from a well known university,here in our country Kenya, Nairobi University. He was one of the best students in engineering and also graduated in masters.We celebrated for he was the only one in our family who completed his education and we were looking forward to a bright future.
He got a well paying job in Nairobi and we lived well in our family. Richard's parents died in a car accident and he grew under the care of my parents Soo I knew him as my brother.
He promised to come visit us back home when he got time and that is the week he got murdered. I couldn't know why they did it but all I know is my brother was not a thief.
I watched the mob stone my cousin
Written on 26/07/2026
Margaret Sire

