On my arrival at the capital, I headed straight downtown to meet one of my girls that work the streets there. Over an impertinently late plate of breakfast, she filled me up on the happenings of the past few weeks that led her to seek me out after remaining dormant for almost two years. But before she revealed anything more than what she had already spilt to get me to the capital, she asked me a question,
“Do you remember what you told me the last time we spoke?”
“Yes,” I said and it wasn’t to get her to talk. I genuinely believed that I could help her to get off the streets and start a new life. That is why, I offered to help her the last time and I trust, she is finally ready to take me up on my offer, which is why she finally called me after two years.
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The fourth-year into my
