Too Much Freedom for a Kid

When I tallk of having had freedom by circumstances, it's the kind you'd call too much a child. I had too much of it - it smeared trouble. When he met mom, she had to quit her job because love shifted her dreams or perharps her newfound love was her dream. I believe it was so. Even if he late husband's absense scared here and she wanted a trusted sholder to lean on, it understandable for any young single mother whose life has sudenly changed from that of a fulltime housewife to that of a young widow who now need to work for many hours to sp she can feed, dress, shelter, and educate her kids.

My elderst brother had paused schooling to take care of his younger siblings, my elder brother and I. Being the last born and barely starting to walk, he carried me everywhere he went. Even to the dumpsietes, he took us with him. We would scavenged everything that we could use as toys.

We never thought of any danger. The time is synonymous with the peak of the HIV/AIDs pandamic. When the fear of speading through used used surgical tools was spreading. For us, syringe and scalpel blades were part of our toys collection. Hopitals would dump waste regardless of the dangers at the time, perharps due to week environmental laws or their implimentation at the time.

We never got any harm, luckly. This only lasted a few months though.

When Mzee moved in with us, big bro got the chance to got back to school and our loitering stopped. I also had a chance to spend more time with mom.