The Eighth Commandment
“Faith, what’s happening?”
We had just crossed a bridge after leaving the market, and a huge crowd of angry men was approaching us. They were shouting and waving their hands. My mind raced to the recent riots and unrest in Guinea.
We were weighed down by a heavy load of glasses, dishes, and silverware. The afternoon sun was scorching hot. I quickly looked around. There was no way around the advancing mob.
“Faith, what’s happening?” I yelled again. Then I saw two police officers dragging a young boy about 14 years old through the streets. They stopped just beside us.
“He’s a thief,” she said. “They will beat him. It is good.”
Apparently the boy got caught stealing something. His public beating was both a punishment and a warning to others. For me it was a visible reminder of Exodus 20:15:
“Thou shalt not steal.”