Our brother. Our friend. Motuma, the man who has been a shoulder for all of us is lying right now on a hospital bed, seriously sick, fighting a battle that is draining his body, his strength, and his hope. He is in pain. He is weak. And on top of that, he is terrified because he does not have the money to continue his treatment. Time is slipping away.

Motuma is not “just someone we know.” He is the friend who called to check on us. The friend who gave advice when our lives were falling apart. The friend who helped without keeping score. The friend who never said “no” when someone was in need.

And now… he is the one begging for help.

Motuma is a father of 4 children. 4 innocent souls waiting at home. Children who still need their father’s voice, his guidance, his protection. Imagine them. Imagine their fear. Imagine their silence right now.

This situation is urgent.

This is life-or-death.

This cannot wait until tomorrow.

This cannot wait until “later.”

Please this is the moment our friendship must become action. This is the moment our love must turn into sacrifice. If you ever laughed together with Motuma please help. If he ever stood by you in your darkest moment please help. If you ever called him “my friend” please help.

No amount is small. Even the smallest contribution can keep his treatment going. Even sharing this post can reach the right heart at the right time.

His phone number and account details are clearly posted below on my Facebook page, along with the attached post. Please check. Please give. Please share now.

We cannot watch from a distance.

We cannot stay silent.

If we delay, it may be too late.

Motuma gave us his heart when we needed him.

Now he is in trouble. Now he needs our hearts. Please… let us not regret doing nothing when we had the chance to save a life. Let us stand for Motuma today.

Thank you