May 25

It was still noon and the dusty wind blew dead leaves that hugged my face. I am not talking about random hugs but real hugs. Hugs that touches the heart and reaches the darkest part of the soul. Do you understand how that feels?

Today, I sat at a lonely corner with my palm below my chin. I was still thinking about Uncle Max relationship as I sat down. I was still thinking about Uncle Max relationship even when I bought some biscuits and ate it slowly. Today, I watched as men and women hastily walked with hasty feet and for a moment I stopped and stood like an iroko tree. I stood and watched men talk about a soccer game that ended with their favorite team losing.  I stood and watched women talk about a man in the market who refused to give his daughter food although she was complaining bitterly that she was hungry.

Today wasn't just like any other day. It drove me back to the days when all I had to think about was how to wake up and walk to school. The feelings of