Tell It How You See It.

Innocence is what define children and to a bigger degree, all their dream and expectations of life are valid at least not to hurt their fragile little heart but mostly to keep their fire burning for which I must ask,  is it morally right to lie to children? A fter all, hope is the fuel that keeps burning when everything turns inflammable. For all I can remember growing up in the dirt-filled outskirts of Nairobi in the little canter of Athi-river is that I was an ambitious, creative, and outgoing kid. Handsome and smart, well genetically book smart but I wasn't that fond of school, I remember hiding on my way to school and coming back later when I knew mum had left for work. Nothing motivated me like my endeavors with the boys club, we all come from humble families, and the only hot wheels we got we made from our own bare hands. We made amazing toys, from iron sheet cars, barbed wire cars, trucks, and helicopters to paperback football to constructing artificial dams, bri...