There’s this brilliant 12-year-old girl who lives down my street. Let’s call her Blessing. We don’t interact that much, but I’ve noticed that she’s always up very early. Sometimes when I’m on my morning jog, I’d see this girl balancing a bucket of water on her head, coming from the community borehole which is quite a distance from her house.

My heart twists inside my chest each time I see her. I mean, if she’s waking up that early, at least let it be to revise for a probable test coming up at school later in the day, not to begin with neck breaking work…