Amina…..

And as we drove by the bridges,

I couldn’t stop looking at the beggarsimageon the streets  popularly known as “almajiris”……

they were just too many that I could notice the smallest of them all………

i asked the driver to stop ,but he answered saying “Madame I no fit pack for here,dem they toll motor  for here”.

Little did he know what my intentions were…………

I got home at half past eight…….At that time Peter still hadn’t called.

Peter? That name ………

The name that never left my lips when we were  still together.

I decided not to get worried……so I went upstairs to have a warm bathe,

that sweet smell of lavender……

What do u think it is? I asked my self

Another voice replied me from my conscience………..

It sounded a name……….

“AMINAaaaaaa”

“Who the hell is Amina? “Another voice asked….

Then it dawned on me that i didn’t stop to interrogate the smallest of the almajiris….

Tears rolling down my cheek

I could hear “Amina’s whispers

“You were supposed to be my helper”…………..

#sylviaDaily

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7 thoughts on “Amina…..

  1. of course people really need help in this country and we should add smiles on their faces by helping them in any possible way we can. God bless Nigeria! nice one sylvia God bless

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