This is old, and was written for a cause. Mrs. Felix, 30 I found Adaora on my way home from work one Tuesday. She ran right in front of my car and I had to apply the brakes suddenly. I ran out of the car to see if she was okay, and I found her just standing there, shocked. I asked where her house was but she didn’t know. She only knew her name and how old she was: 8 years old. I asked some of the people around, but no one knew her or where she was from. I took her to the Police Station, and
Aderibigbe stood to one side in the clearing, several feet away from the circle of dancing men. He shivered a little in the cold; he only had a white wrap around his waist. As he waited, the doubts of the past few days came back to him and his heart began to race. Many would argue that, at 18, he had become a man, but he didn’t think that much of himself. Even after weeks of learning rules and secrets, he didn’t feel prepared; what did he know about battles or ruling over people? He turned his eyes to Oluwo, who was seated across from the
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same:.