Poverty Has No Grave

One early morning I found a boy in a remote area working a piece of land. He was about 10 years old. I asked him what is he growing in that little garden. He said that he is planting grass and he showed me the type of special grass that he was planting. Then my curiosity araised even more and I asked him again what is he planing to do with the grass at the end of the season. He answered that he is going to sell the grass and use that money to buy books for school. My heart shrinked … but I had to ask him one more question … “And how much money do you hope to make out of the grass from this gardin?” He said “150 shillings”. I reached to my pocket and handed 150 shillings to my new friend. He couldn’t believe his eyes and I was rewarded with the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. He took the money and started to run full of joy while tears started to gather in my eyes at the thought of boys like this one who have to work the gardin all year around for 150 kenyan shillings in order to be able to go to school. That is no more than 2 US dollars.