"In a few days' time, the recruitment will start. Are you in need of money now?" Looking at his clothes and his state of urgency I can tell something was up.
"I….. I need money for my sister. She is sick and needs medicine." The young man had tears in his eyes. He looked up at me and wiped his eyes as he asked: "If you wish to bring change to the lives of your citizens then please I beg of you to help my sister!"
The young man suddenly knelt down and pressed his head against the ground. I couldn't help but sigh as I reached down and helped him up. "Hurry and stand up or people will think I am bullying you. What is wrong with your sister?"
"I do not know. She had been sick for a few days and had begun withering away. It's not just her either, many of the people on my side of the slums have been getting sicker and sicker." The young man replied. I couldn't help but furrow my brow. This did not sound as simple as it seemed.
