Today is just like every other day because every day is a struggle and no one seemed to care. Life on the streets holds no hope for a young child like me. But what? I came out here to find reality. I ran away to find a life of happiness, a life worth living. I came in search for meaning and hope. I thought I'll find it here.
I rise up from my mat, which was on the cold floor in a shaft- our makeshift home. It was made from wood all around with a tarpaulin serving as a roof. The shaft was attached to the back of a bar where one of us worked. I live here with two other boys, who had also ran away from home. They were out already doing menial jobs to earn a living. I was last to wake up because I spent much time in the bar last night thinking over what had become of my life. The scent of Mama Awo s food wafted in. She was a popular fast food vendor who we bought from. She was kind and loving as well. I move outside.
'Good morning ma', I greeted.
'Morning Nyaoke, and don t tell me you're just waking up', she replies with a motherly smile.
As I look round this familiar surrounding A sudden feeling erupted inside me. As I caught sight of the little children on their way yo school, I recall that I was once like them. But look what it had turned out to be. Tears welled up in my eyes and I walk back in. All I've got in my mind is questions if life was worth it.
