Analysis Of My Uncle's Death In Kenya

My uncle's death.

My life is made of migrating and learning at the same time. I lived in Somalia and lived in a villa with a big family. Shortly, I moved into Kenya. during my life in Kenya, there was a tragic accident. My uncle was the victim and the cell was the murder.

I moved to Kenya before my uncle but before he moved he was kidnapped twice luckily he survived their torture and came to Kenya. Moving to Kenya was looking for a better life for him. How was he to know that Kenya would take his life for no apparent reason.Before he went to the jail my uncle came to Kenya as an immigrant running from the war and harsh life of Somalia. So he did not have an identification card at that time he had to wait for months to receive a refugee identification card,

We shocked and we rushed to the station and asked why he had to go to court when he did not do anything they refused to answer us our questions, and told us to leave. My uncle tried to stay in the station on that night so that he could go with him in the morning, but they threatened him saying he would be taken to jail if he doesn't leave.The last morning my uncle came. my uncle was brought out around six am in the morning he called us and told us to meet him there. After a few minutes less than 30 min they called us saying his court date is rescheduled and that is no need for us to be there we stayed back. Again we received a call from the police department saying that my uncle was really sick and wanted to see his wife and his four kids. They packed lunch for him and left got the kids early dismissal from for him and then left for the jail. A lady from the neighbor went with uncle's wife because she knew where the jail was located at. When they reached there they told the neighbor lady that he died and we should look for him where the dead bodies are kept. My uncles didn't understand the language so