The Minister’s Son Who Wanted to Be Loved

The Minister’s Son Who Wanted to Be Loved

By Kerry Mauyo Barasa

Community: Humans

Pol Ebere Khuza was not just another name. He was the son of Great Ebere, a powerful minister who sat high in government, admired by the rich but hated by ordinary citizens. His father’s wealth came from corruption, and his success was built on people’s pain.

Though Pol carried his father’s name, his heart was nothing like his father’s. He wanted more out of life, not money or fame, but peace.

Music became his only escape.

Rap was his voice.

And the stage was the one place he could breathe freely.

But people didn’t see Pol. They only saw the minister’s son. They saw privilege, not passion. They saw greed, not talent. Every song he wrote felt like screaming inside a soundproof room.

The Live Show That Changed Everything

One evening, Pol went live on Instagram. His fans filled the chat with excitement, expecting another freestyle. But his voice sounded serious.

He looked into the camera and said,

“Tonight, I’m doing something different. I’ll go to the biggest club in the city and make sure the owner is arrested. That place is selling drugs that destroy lives and cause chaos in our streets. Enough is enough.”

His followers couldn’t believe it. Some thought it was a joke, others called him brave.

That night, he arrived at the club with a few friends and some police officers who admired his courage. The place was packed, the music loud, and the cameras flashing.

But there was something Pol didn’t know. The club he wanted to expose belonged to his father.

The Father’s Secret

When the minister heard about his son’s plan, fear took over him. He made one quick call to his security team.

He told them to stop anyone who tried to cause trouble. He didn’t know his son was the one behind it all.

Inside the club, the lights flashed red and blue. The beat was heavy. Suddenly, the doors burst open and chaos began. Goons rushed in, shouting, people screaming, and shots being fired.

Pol stood on stage with his mic still in his hand, yelling for calm.

“Stop! It’s me! I’m here for peace!”

But his voice was lost in the noise.

Then, a gunshot cut through the sound.

The Sirens of Fate

Minutes later, the music had stopped. Smoke filled the room. Pol lay on the floor with blood running down his face, the microphone still gripped in his hand.

An ambulance rushed through the city streets with sirens blaring. Inside, Pol was still breathing, barely.

A medic shouted, “We’ve got a pulse, move fast!”

The city that once mocked him now watched in silence. No one knew if he would survive.

That night, the world saw the real Pol Ebere a young man who only wanted to prove he was not like his father.

By morning, everyone was talking. Some said he died. Others believed he was still alive. Nobody knew the truth.

“I just want people to see me for who I am, not my father.”

Maybe, in that final moment, they finally did.

Hope he made it

If not, he is my Hero, may his soul rest in eternal peace