Sitting at the foot of the refuse dump was a little boy that looked a lot like he had been cobbled together from what was left after God had finished creating humanity. He was starving. Ribs, prominent like a suit of armor. The hunger biting hard in his little belly, he tried his best to stand up. He couldn't.

There just wasn't any strength.
So he lay back on that pile of refuse and waited patiently for death to come. For the past three days, not a morsel of food had passed his lips. Abandoned by his mother at the age of two and kicked out by his relatives because he was a bastard who didn't know his father, Oyinlola was an orphan...

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