Are writers guilty of muzzling voice of vulnerable minors?

Morris Mwenda a street child whose plight was highlighted by the media. PHOTO: COURTESY

NAIROBI: The piteous cries of Morris Mwenda, a street boy begging for an opportunity to make something good out of his life a few weeks ago, captured the hearts of Kenyans. Here was a shabbily dressed, glue-smelling, scrawny street kid who represents what we all resent as a society, speaking the queens language with the aplomb of Tennyson.

Mwenda has proved to be the Oliver Twist of his age. That little, weak soul that the society has discarded to be grid by the merciless wheels of unbridled inequality, greed and moral injustice has no one to speak for him. Not even the writer.