Nigeria: 66 years of crawling

Last Thursday, I embarked on my usual evening walk around my area in Lagos. Along the way, a dispatch rider stopped me. I thought he wanted to ask for direction to where he wanted to deliver some goods. “My big brother,” he started. “Please, I am stranded here. I don’t know what to do. I left my house since morning without any food for my children. The person I am working for promised to give me something today. But he disappointed me. I don’t even have any money on me right now. Please, help me.”
His countenance told me he was not lying. I gave him something from the little I had in my pocket. As I walked back home, I felt seriously disturbed at the plight of this man and many others ...