Mary's POV:
It's a busy day and trust me I am already on the way to regret. What am I thinking. Well, Lagos will be Lagos.
  "Hey, abeg move car jooor"  I hear from behind.
"Oh, shit." I mutter. I had totally forgotten I was in traffic. Oshodi express-way can sometimes be  hectic. I actually want to go..go..go.
Wait, what am I going to do a under the bridge. This is not right ,me thinking of doing a workshop for the louts of Lagos is horrible. Mom mustn't even know that I'm  here right now ,she had go gaga. But I have to help in some way.
    I look ahead seeing the louts in their usual way, shouting and some smoking in corners. There was something that made me feel guilty. Was it because my father is playing games with this people or the fact that I know that this whole thing that they do is based on selfish interests and it being fully known to my knowledge and I am just...