We Are A Hard Working People
These pictures captured my thought. When I see children like this, I sincerely thank God for where I am. Not because I am better but because I am privileged. Sometimes, I try to make mental calculation of the gain they make by selling gala, pure water, biscuits, sweets and hand towels under the sun. The truth is, whatever profit they make is minimal and cannot meet their daily demands. The state- our system is responsible for these children and young adult. These are kids whose childhood was snatched from them. They have been forced to become care givers at an early age yet the need for survival push them to conquer. How cruel can we be? Two days ago, I wanted taking akara and bread. So I went to buy. The mama sells koko and close to her fries were tables and benches where you can sit and eat. Beside those eating akara and drinking koko are group of small almajirins waitin...