Last week, as I retired from work, I came across a young girl who was on her way home all by herself. Her miserable look attracted my attention. I involved her in a conversation and this is what came of it. Chaka: Excuse me, how are you? Angel: (she answers shyly) I am fine. Chaka: What is your name? Angel: My name is Angel Nyirabahire. Chaka: How old are you? Angel: I am 12 years old. Chaka: Where do you go to school? Angel: I go to Rugando Primary School. Chaka: In which class are you? Angel: I am in P.2A Chaka: where are you coming from? Angel: I am coming from school. Chaka: School at such a time? Why are you alone at such a late time? ( it was around six o’clock). Angel: The rain found me at school. I had to wait until it stopped. Chaka: what does your father and mother do for a living? Angel: My father digs holes (manholes); my mother does nothing, she stays at home. Chaka: How many children are you at home? Angel: We are five, three boys and two girls and I am the youngest. Chaka: Can I escort you to your home? Angel: Yes. Chaka: (I reach her home but did not enter). Thank you for your time Angel. Angel: You’re welcome, Bye bye… good night Chaka. Ends
