It was like a dream when I heard somebody I couldn’t see say “so you want to show me who you are?” I woke up to realize that it wasn’t actually a dream, I thought my roommates were the ones having an early morning quarrel   but it was a quarrel between the powerful hall governor of Amina Hostel, Ahmadu Bello University Zaria and a child from a very wealthy family who is just a 100level student who   thinks she can misbehave because her father is wealthy and powerful. I mean how can a brat know about the rules in a place, break it and still have the guts to threaten the hall governor. From what the hall governor was saying, the girl poured water on the floor corridor when she knows it isn’t allowed , then she was asked to clean it up and she asked “how dare you ask me to clean up the floor, do you who I am?” but sha I love the response she gave her. She was like “even if your father is the vice chancellor, you must pack out of the room you stay if you don’t clean that mess ...

On a very early Saturday morning, my brother, mum and I were in our milling shop when a little boy of about 11 years of age brought a bag of corn to be milled. The boy is a beggar. When I saw that his face tied a wrapper of pain, I thought it was the pain of an empty stomach. I looked deeper but   it was as if something was biting him slowly, it was as if he has lost everything in life   and the afterlife world he thinks has nothing to offer him, his face depicts that he has decided to just live a life of nothingness, a life of a human always in need. I asked if he was okay and he said he was and asked insistently but my brother asked me to leave the boy be, that bitterness has left a permanent mark on his face. My mum noticed that I didn’t believe what my brother said the nature of the boy’s face so she asked me to get him food before his work is done. I got him more than enough food (he couldn’t finish it). He ate to his satisfaction but the wrapper of pain was still very ...