I'm hungry. I'm homeless. I'm alone.
Nobody to give me just a cup of water to drink, talk more of to have a bath.
I eat what I see, I eat what I get.
How I have survived this long is God's doing.
Can you please give me a slice of bread Ma?
No, she says.
I can't give you bread without butter and I don't have butter.
Please give me the bread, I do not need butter. I replied.
No, I won't.
And I was refused bread without butter, because she couldn't get butter.
Can I get water to drink Sir?
Yes, you may. But first quench this little thirst I suddenly have after my eyes laid upon you.
How come sir? I'm nothing but a little dirty girl.
I know, I am not offering to clean you up.
Just quench my thirst and I'll quench yours.
No, I declined.
See how dirty she is.
What is she doing in that heap of dirt?.
Ewww, she even smells from a far.
....Yes I'm dirty, I smell. This heap of dirt is where I find what to feed my stomach with.
Since you have refused to help me. Not even a slice of bread or a cup of water.
In my misery there is joy because I am a mystery you'll have to solve someday.
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