It was on the 14th of July 2014 when I lost my beloved baby brother Nsika who was sick to death. 

Nsika was very sick last time I saw him, he could not eat or drink water. By that time he was 10 years old and I was 15 years. Watching him laying in bed for days really broke my heart, until some other day he vomited blood. 

He was then admitted at Mshiyeni hospital. Me and my family would go and visit him carrying something to eat, hoping someday he will eat. I really missed playing with Nsika at home. I could tell just by looking at my mother’s face that she was really experiencing lost of pain as i was.

The doctor said Nsika had eaten and swallowed poison and it had damaged his intestines. I could not believe that, i mean Nsika is 10 years now and he knows exactly that you don t accept anything from strangers especially food on the street. I kept asking myself. Why would Nsika do such thing to us.

The worst part is that he was now unable to talk, so it was obviously that we won’t hear his side of the story any time soon 

He was kept at hospital for about 2 weeks. And we kept visiting him. The doctor said they’ve tried their best and told us that on the 14th they will transfer him to Grace hospital. I prayed for Nsika’s healthy over and over again. 

My mother could not take it anymore, she fainted and was also admitted, but the nurses promised that by tomorrow she will be with us at home. Me and dad went back home. The house was so quite without mom and Nsika. 

The following day mom came back home and i was so happy. This was the day Nsika was transferred to another hospital. I felt bad because i could not visit Grace hospital as it was very far. Mom was bathing when she received a call from hospital telling her Nsika was no more. She cried and i also cried, it was so painful to hear that as i wasn’t expecting it anytime soon.