POST by JONNY: The Ones that Got Away

Jonny of Capital on the Edge, in San Francisco...

Hello my name is JOHNNY

My story is about my family.

When I was 13 years old, myself, my brothers and sisters all studied at the same school as my cousins. My cousins’ names were RICARDO and CHEPE. However, my cousins never hung out with us and my siblings and I wondered why this was. Why didn’t they want to spend time with us, especially as we were family.

One day my siblings and I went down to where my cousins were and asked them why they wouldn’t speak with us. They told us it was because they had many enemies at the school and if their enemies saw them associating with us, they would kill us. In addition to that, they told us not to tell anyone that our families were connected. They didn’t want the people around who were bad to hurt us. They were protecting us.

Another day, in the house in which we lived, we had a party. And as we looked out to the street, we saw about 20 men walking along, and amongst them we saw our cousins. All of the fellows were carrying guns and machetes in their hands.

Within 30 minutes my cousins had passed by our house again, returning to their barrio. Then I saw my friend being carried along by others and my mother (Jonny did not write this as he doesn’t want to put his mother in danger). He had been cut all over his body, by machetes. The person responsible for this terrible act was RICARDO, my cousin.

After five days, some men who lived near me, in my barrio, went to my aunt's house, where my cousins ​​lived. When they arrived outside the house of my aunt, they started shooting their guns at and throwing stones at the house. They shot and almost killed my aunt because my cousins ​​were not at home.

My cousins were incredibly angry that day. Because of what had happened, they went looking for some friends. They travelled in a mob to where the people from my barrio who had attacked their house, lived. On that day, in the evening, a shot rang out.

The next day there was a dead man, but my cousins were nowhere to be seen. The police went to find my cousins, but they were gone. To this day, the Police still look for them. I don’t know where they are. Nobody does. Only one person.  The police still want to find them, so as to prosecute them for the crimes that they have committed.

God bless you for reading my story, thank you.

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This story was written by a Nicaraguan youth, and was voluntarily given to Capital on the Edge for publishing. The subject choice was his entirely. He has elected to write about his experiences for the glory of God and so that others may learn from his experiences. The translation of this work is performed voluntarily and not professionally, hence there may be some errors. Any decisive deviation from the text is in consultation with the author, and is done so to make clear the life events written about and to provide further information so that the story is more understandable. 

Hola mi nombre es JOHNNY

Mi historia es acerca de mi familia ..

cuando tenia 13 anos mis hermanos y yo trabajamos, y los hijos de la hermana de mi papa tambien estudiaban en el mismo colegio en el cual estudiabamos

lo cual eran 2 uno sella RICARDO y el otro CHEPE

Ellos no se juntaban con nosotros y nosotros mis hermano y yo nos preguntabamos porque ellos no querian estar con nosotros si eramos familia .

Y un dia nosotros fuimo a donde estaban ellos y les preguntamos ue porque no nos ablaban. Y ellos nos dijieron que era porque ellos tenian muchos enemigos en el colegio y que si sus enemigos los miraban con ellos nos podian matar y que mejor nos fueramos y que no le ablaramos de ellos a nadie que eramos familia. Porque ellos no querian que por la culpa de ellos nos isieran algo malo .

Y un dia por la casa en la cual viviamos habia una fiesta . Y como alas 10 pm miramos que por fuera de la casa pasaron como 20 hombre y en eso 20 hombres iban mis primos y ellos cargaban en sus manos pistolas y machete . Y como a los 30 minutos que ellos habian pasado unos chicos venian cargando un cuerpo machetiado casi en pedaso todo el cuerpo y los hombre ablan de que habia sido RICARDO mi primo .

Y a los 5 dias los chicos que vivian por la casa ellos se fueron a casa de mi tia en la cual vivian mis primos . y cuando ellos estaban a fuera de la casa de mi tia todos los hombres comensaron a tirar disparos y piedras y casi matan a mi tia porque mis primos no estaban en la casa .

Y ese mismo dia mis primos muy enojado por lo que habia pasado se fueron a buscar a unos amigos y ellos se fueron adonde las personas que habian llegado a su casa a destruirla . Y ese dia por la noche se escucharon unos disparo ..

Y al dia siguiente habia un muerto y fueron mis primos . Y la policia los persigue pero mis primos desaparecieron pero la policia tadavia los bucan por todo lo que ellos cometieron.

Dios bendiga alas personas que leen esta historia gracias .

POST by STIVEY: Bad Boys in the Barrio

Stivey's brother, with his wife

Hello my name is Steven. Today I’d like to talk a little about my life.

One day my brother was in my mother's house, but in the house next door lived a gangster, named Gary. Gary did not like my brother, whenever he saw my brother he always said bad words. My brother did not mind the being spoken to in this way.

One day the gang found him in the street. The gang member who didn’t like my brother started to treat my brother badly, but my brother told the gang “hey I didn’t treat you badly.” The gangster responded by saying “I do not like you, so I'm going to kill you.” My brother became scared when the gangster said that.

My brother was so scared, he went and told my mother what had happened. My mum was scared, but she told my brother not to worry. She told my brother that her and his father would talk to the parents of the gangster. 

Stivey's brother, with his son

Then my mum went to talk to the gangster’s mother. One day my brother was come home from work and the gangster was on the corner, waiting for him with another guy. My brother found a friend of his and the friend said “hey, do not go that way because they might do something bad to you.

So my brother went a different way and the gangster realised that my brother had returned home via a different route. The gangster decided to track my brother down and started screaming at him. The gangster started throwing rocks at the door of the house, so my brother became very angry, because my brother realized that one of the rocks had actually hit him.

My brother went to his room and found a pipe. Then my brother went outside, via a different door. He was mad! He grabbed the pipe and hit the gangster’s friend on in his head. Then the gangster became scared and called out “you killed him!” My brother replied “listen animal, now I’m going to get you!”

When my brother went to hit the gangster, his parents called the police. When the police came they looked for my brother. So my brother went quickly to the kitchen and found a knife, but only to cut himself on his arm, so that their was evidence against the gangster.

My brother showed the police his arm police and made a complaint against the gangster. Thanks to God, my brother and my mum did not get hurt. Now my family are good and God never leaves us. He is always with us.

Stivey's brother with his work colleagues

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Hola mi nombre es Steven voy hablar un poco de mi vida un dia estaba mi hermano en la casa de mi mama pero en la casa de al lado vivia un pandillero que se llamaba Gary pero el no le agradaba a mi hermano pero el cada vez que miraba a mi hermano siempre le decia malas palabras pero a mi hermano no le importaba las cosas que le dijiera el pero una vez el pandillero lo encuentra en la calle a mi hermano y empieza a tratar de mala manera pero a mi hermano le dijo al pandillero hey yo en ningun momento te trato mal pero el pandillero le responde a el no me importa no me caes bien por eso yo te voy a matar y mi hermano se asusta cuando el pandillero le dice eso mi hermano se va asustado porque el lo deja ir entonces mi hermano le cuenta  a mi mama y mi mama asustada le dice no te preocupes hijo yo y tu papa vamos hablar con los padres de ese chico si hijo entonces mi mama fue a hablar y despues de eso mi hermano viene de trabajo y el pandillero lo estaba esperando en una esquina con otro chico entoces a mi hermano se encuentra a un amigo de el y le dice hey no pases por alli amigo porque te pueden hacer algo mal alli entonces mi hermano se va por otro lado y los pandilleros se dan cuenta de eso entonces mi hermano llega a casa y cuando llega a casa los pandilleros llegan donde esta el y le empiezan a gritar, gary y el otro pandillero arrojan una piedra en la puerta de la casa entonces mi hermano se enoja mucho porque mi hermano piensa que los pandilleros golpearon con la piedra en su cuerpo entonces mi hermano se va al cuarto y busca un tubo que esta en el cuarto entonces mi hemano sale enojado pero mi mama habia cerrado la puerta de la casa pero a lado de la casa habia otra salida entonces mi hermano salta unas piedras que estaban al frente entonces mi hermano le golpea con un tubo en la cabeza al otro pandillero entonces gary se asusta y dise lo mataste, mi hermano le responde ahora voy por ti animal entonces cuando mi hermano queria golpear a gary que es el otro pandillero los padres de gary se meten entonces mis padres llaman a la policia luego llega la policia pero a buscar a mi hemano por lo que le habia hecho al otro pandillero entonces mi hermano se va rapido a la cosina y busca un cuchillo  pero era para hacerse unas heridas en el brazo porque si no le miraban evidencia que los pandilleros le avian golpeado se lo iban a llevar al el no a los vagos entonces despues que se hace las heridas en el brazo mi hemano le muestra a la policia y mi hermano va ala policia a poner la denuncia y los pandilleros le hechan 20 anos de condena a los dos a gary y al otro pandillero pero le doy gracias a dios que mi hermano y a mi mama no le paso nada y ahora estan muy bien pero eso es gracias a dios porque dios nunca nos dejo solos y el siempre estaba con nosotros DIOS LES BENDIGA.