I still remember that day six months ago when Edwin walked into the counselling office. His face was solemn but his eyes were bright. He was wearing his old brown t-shirt which was getting much too small for him. He held his back straight and walked with confidence.
“Good afternoon,” he said. “My name is Edwin Mabaso and I am a hero.” His face split in a rare grin. “The sign outside said you help people. Well, my friend and I need help…”
Robert came into...