Let me tell you about him

Let me tell you about him. His 11 years old and grew up in the populated streets of Ntuzuma. He lives with at home with his parents and elder brother. Still attending primary and if it were up to him, he would spend all his years studying at his school because ‘...the teachers are cool.’ he would say looking away with his face marked with a smirk of naughtiness. He makes friends...good questionable but none the less has built a reputable stature as the kid of the block – well I have been told so.

Let me tell you about him. First day I encountered him was when I had received a group of 8 boys I will to be counselling for the 5-day exhilarating camp we are to have and from him jumping from bed to bed, amplifying his vocal chords to headache level and plainly outspoken and I thought to myself: ‘...its gonna be a long week.’ with a sigh! Little did I know that this boy along with his fellow roommies would turn out to be one of the reason I would put forward to dedicating myself to building relations with them. Weeks returning from the camp, there is no vague memoirs to be told, only concrete experiences to be relayed on how we have all become real good friends. I am captivated at his eagerness to spend time with people he hardly knows. In awe because I know that between him and I, he sees a big brother in me, something I never thought anyone would recognise!

Let me tell you about him.

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