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Kim was sexually abused by her uncle.  (Continued from the previous part). Within two weeks of her aunt’s departure, Kim had increased the number of bags of water that her aunt left her from six to fifteen. She worked very hard and tirelessly.   She made up her mind to raise enough money to start selling soft drinks instead of satchel water because it would bring more profit and lesser stress but it involves more risk and capital but she knew the tricks of the business and she determined to excel in it. Her main goal is to raise enough money from it to go back to school. Living with her uncle became very difficult as the days went by. He complained about everything she did yet he expected her to wash his cloth, cook his food and run errands for him. At Twelve Dawn, was already playing the role of a mum for him. One rainy night, he came home drunk and met Dawn, counting the money she was able to make that day. After taking his supper, he told her that he had an issue at wor

Aunt Lola traveled through the desert to Libya.  (Continued from the previous part) One Monday morning, when Aunt Lola was preparing to go out to sell, she took Kim along and both of them had to jump on a moving bus to their destination. At their destination, Kim was given a bowl filled with chilled satchel water to sell. Her aunt carried another bowl filled with bottle soft drinks. “Follow me” her aunt said as they walked into the middle of the congested road, vehicles moving on either side of them. Kim’s heart was beating madly for fear of being crushed the reckless Lagos drivers. “Buy mineral, buy coke!” her aunt hollered, shoving the drinks through the half opened windows as some drivers and pedestrians bought her wares. “Rose, don’t just stand there like a statue, move and sell those things or do you want to drink everything by yourself?” her aunt shouted at her and Rose began moving, dodging the reckless cars and barely selling anything in the process because she r

(Continued from the previous part) Kim lived happily with the Smiths. Mr. Smith told them the story and by the time he finished, the Isholas were almost moved to compassion for the ‘poor little thing’ as Mrs. Ishola put it. “Smith, you have done the right thing. Honestly. But, I think you have involved yourself too much. Instead of taking her into your house just like that, you should have taken her to the police; they will know how to find her family and you will be free!” “That’s true” Mrs. Ishola conceded. “Besides, her medical condition makes things worse. There is no school that will accept her with those noises she makes at ten seconds intervals” “I did take her to a police station after her mother’s burial and wrote a report of how she came into my possession for security reasons. After my report, I told the policemen on duty that I would leave her with them but they refused. They all said that I should go with her and fix her up till they conduct their investigati

(Continued from the previous part) Kim was introduced to Mr. Smith's family. Mr. Smith. May 1992. Mr. Smith was once again at the wooden structure that served as a school for more than a hundred and twenty students. There was nowhere to sit in the cubicle that served as the Headmaster’s office, so he remained standing while he listen to Kim’s class teacher narrating the unfortunate incidence that happened to Kim’s mother. “That was how she lost her mother” the teacher said and dabbed at tears quickly “After the incidence, efforts were made to reach her only surviving relative- her aunt but the aunt has not been seen for weeks even before the accident happened. The hospital where her mother’s body was taken was shouting that the body should be recovered as soon as possible otherwise it would incur more charges. So when all hope is lost and there’s no one to call again for help, I decided to call you because I remember the last time you came here and dropped your number