(Uche)
I heard footsteps coming closer to where I was and I tried to move closer to the wall to avoid being seen. It was dark so they might not see me. Then I felt a presence in front of me and I raised my head to see a girl standing in front of me.
"Who are you?" She asked me.
"I'm Uche." I replied.
"How old are you Uche?"
"I'm eight."
"What are you doing here?"
"I left home."
"You did? I left home too. There are of us that left home to come to the streets to survive. You can join us if you want."
I nodded.
"Have you eaten anything today."
"Yes, I ate bread."
"And where did you get it from?"
"I stole?"
She smiled broadly.
"You stole? Then you're going to fit in very well. Are you hungry?"
I nodded vigorously.
She put her hand in her pocket and brought out three slices of old bread wrapped in a nylon and I rushed it like a starved animal.
"Thank you." I said when I finished it.
"No problem. From now on I've got your back, okay?"
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STRUGGLES FOR SURVIVAL
Teen Fiction"...you have to go. Go and don't come back again. Don't ever come to see me again." These were words from a mother to her child. Uche, a fifteen year old girl, toughened up by life on the streets. The streets of Warri, filled with children, unl...
