My name is Esther Njeri, and I live in Mwiki, Nairobi, a busy neighborhood where life moves fast, and people rarely notice the small wonders around them. That morning started like any other. I was walking to the market, juggling my basket of vegetables and thinking about the bills I needed to pay.
Suddenly, I noticed a crowd gathered in the middle of the street. Curious, I pushed through. There, lying on the dusty road, was a man who looked lifeless. People panicked. Some were calling for an ambulance. Others were just staring, whispering to one another. I didn’t know what to do, but I felt a strong urge to help.…CONTINUE READING
