The fate of a street child in this cruel world... They didn't choose this life that's even the crazy part, they grow up on the street with no guidance how won't they be a nuisance to the society? There

I let out a long breath, "I have heard of lagos. They say it's like heaven." "Or hell," said Bala. "Hello?" Bala nodded. "It's depend on what side of lagos you see. It

I had never seen so many vehicles parked in one place before, or so many people milling about. I was dumbstruck."Don't leave your mouth open like that," Bala told me. "A fly might enter.

The boys chuckled along with their captain, and I sighed with relief. "You need money to learn how to read," Bala told me. "Money?" "Money -- a lot of money." I wasn't expecting

His eye burrowed into me. "Is that the work you join us to do? Do you think we are here to play? Get back to your group. We are here to work!" I turned away. But I didn't go back to my group.

Now I did, just so that someone could teach me to read my storybook. Three years went by with my desire growing and growing, and then I was ten. I was ten at last! A man everyone called mallam took aside

What I had wanted most in the world was for mother to get well. But mother had died. Now what i wanted most in the was to learn to read the story book she had made me promise to read. It was my prize