If only I had a chance to go to school, I’d love to be a surgeon, Tolu soliloquized. His parents had died 5 years ago in a ghastly motor accident, him having escaped death by the whiskers, though he sustained some minor injuries. The sudden death of his parents seemed to have jeopardized Tolu’s great dream of being a surgeon.
At age 5, he had to live with his aunt, who treated him like a piece of rubbish, his parents were no longer alive, so she could do whatever she liked.
“This is unbearable, I can’t take this anymore!” He was really in pains, he thought aloud in his depressed state. Hours after his aunt used a broken piece of glass to design his body.
“Your mates are on the street, answerable to no one, you can be independent too” the devil whispered to him. Tolu escaped from his aunt’s home with the hope of finding refuge on the street. Refuge?