I write this, quite regrettably, to recount the events that have recently happened around my vicinity.

I do not think I would, any time soon, forget these happenings, but I know that I must tell it to others to prevent any form of recurrence. And now, with the only voice I have, in the only way I can, I beg you to listen to these words I have written.

My name is Ayo, I am the only daughter of my parents, who are quite well to do. My mother is a legal practitioner and my father is a contractor for oil companies. My parents and I are closely knit and they always make out time for me despite their busy schedules.

One day, as I went out to a neighbouring street, I saw a girl. She was shabbily dressed, dirty and her hair was unkempt. I do not know - even till this day- what made me stop in my tracks and look at her, but I did. She walked to a shop and told the owner she wanted to buy something. The owner, probably not finding whatever it was in the goods displayed outside, went inside to get it (or so I suppose). As soon as he went in, the girl, in one swift move, took a loaf of bread from the goods outside and ran away, weaving her way through the street's corners.

The man came outside and was surprised that the girl had gone. He at first didn't notice the missing bread and I was tempted to let him know but thought better of it. The poor girl was probably just trying to survive.

I spent the rest of my day at my friend's place before I headed home. On my way back, I followed...