November 16

I looked up cautiously as I studied the tree close to a swamp. It was hard like a palm tree. It was a palm tree. 

Goodness stood close to me holding a book and a pen in his hand. Dirt and blood covered his innocent hands. His dark brown eyes burned with triumph as he showed me the lizard he had captured and killed. I stood up slowly and told him to get the arboreal creature out of my sight.

Goodness held his hand out for me to take it. I rejected it.

"We are supposed to be studying trees not killing lizards," I informed him.

"There is no harm in tormenting the creatures that God has given us dominion over," Goodness replied.

"I am not touching that lizard no matter what you say or do to me."

"And I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do."

I raised a shaky arm up as I made attempts to get the attention of my geography teacher. We were on a school excursion to a forest zone in Enugu because it was necessary for our und