From Playroom to Bedroom

"Uncle muhammad, uncle muhammad is here"! kafiat exclaims leaving the plates she was washing rushing towards  him with a knowing smile .
"Kafiat, how are you today, hope you have been a good girl," muhammad asks after a brief hug.
"Yes uncle, so what did you bring for us."
"You know Ramadan will soon end, and you promised me a dress.
"of course I did, you will soon have as many dresses as you'd like" uncle responds
 Ehen, Ha! Plenty dress,I will always pray for you, Allah will make you big.
"Amen! Are your parents at home, I want to speak to them
"Yes uncle..just go in"  returning to  wash the plates she forgot in her excitement.

You see, muhammad isn't really her uncle, he lives in the neighbourhood,  but isn't that what we call people older than us ?

well back to my story

Charity begins at. ...The Soup Kitchen

I'm writing on my first major charity volunteering with soup kitchen's team.

We played host to the children of Makoko community in Yaba, lagos state.

There was food and there was food! I thought we wouldn't have kids  come seeing  as we started somewhat later than we wanted.

But Lawd have mercy!!! We were swamped!

The whole scene made me weep ( observe the tense)  for the future of these kids, will they make it out of this slum? seeing as our government would rather pass bills to make  child marriage legal than  make ones that will enable kids such as this child (picture below)have a shot at a good future.

 

Will he be  amongst those whose story would give drake's "started from the bottom now we here" the intended meaning  ...I sincerely hope so.