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Aug 2014
I did it because
It was the right thing to do- I could,
Yes, to rescue my mother from hospital,
Yes, to rescue my brother, sister from hunger,
I had to do it,
To help myself from stavation,
I had to do it,
To help my father who was bent on his knees,
I had to do it,
I couldn't only do it if I was rest assured of my fathers ability, my mother's help, my siblings' stomatch, to sharpen my life, yes!
I had to do it,
Though the sting is killin' me after so long,
I have to confess-that I did it,
Yes, I 'picked' the money,
Not her-who was slained, t's was me,
Lies were kinder to me,
Truth could have sent me to the grave,
I would be now gone,
I'm sorry to she,
Forgive me!
Written by
George Achongo  Nairobi
(Nairobi)   
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