Impacting Positively

So Abdul woke me up by 6 this morning. He said, "Musa, Musa. Let's go and play. " I have been eagerly awaiting this moment for days. Just last week, I was a regular beggar at Mariri until I met Abdul. In my usual manner, I walked up to him and asked for some notes for breakfast. He had sized me up with his tiny eyes which were obscured by his dusty and long lashes before giving me a hundred naira note. He walked away, then, walked back. I remember him asking my name and age. I replied, not that I knew my exact age, for I only knew the day I left home to beg and lost my way. We talked at length about things I cannot remember now,  and then, he put me in his car and told me to wait. ..... "Shehu, Shehu. Let's go and play, " he told the other boy beside me. We both got up and went outside. Abdul had brought us home on the same day and never stopped telling us about the game of luck that we were about to enjoy. We got in his car and Abdul began driving

"What do you think you are doing?" I ask Fulerewa as she paces about. "Thinking, if we leave the body here, nobody will know we are responsible, " She replies. I walk over to it and poke the eyes with a broomstick to be sure it is lifeless. "Let's just tell Yeye we did it, she will shield us from any harm, " I say. Omahengwa has been silent the whole time and I forget that she is in the room until she speaks. "Let's get out of here before we are caught. There is no blood on our hands, and nobody can claim to find our fingerprints here," Omahengwa says. " I agree, " Fulerewa says, breathlessly. Unable to find a better solution, I drop the broomstick and say, "O da, we leave it here but this stays between the three of us. " We leave the room and close the door behind us, behind our secret. The next morning I am awoken by loud noises from people crying and arguing. I make my way out of the room and see Fulerewa