“Let me lead you to Jesus; allow Him give you a fresh start” her name was Aniebet; beautiful, kind, nice. She was everything the slum wasn’t.
“This Jesus, where was He when mama died? Where was He when Chiko and I wandered the streets looking for where to rest our heads? Your Jesus gives hope? Hah! More like He takes it” I was done listening.
“Tell your Jesus this is the slum, and the only hope we have is the one we fight for” I spat my disgust in the sand and walked away. To think I almost liked her.