07/16/2025
PART 1
I Was Just Hungry.
A Cry from The Traps Of Life
Yesterday, here on Facebook, a brother shared this heartbreaking image of a little mouse caught in a trap.
Its tiny eyes were swollen with tears.
Its paw was crushed. Blood stained the wooden floor beneath it. Yet, what caught my heart wasn’t the pain or the blood—but the words written beside it:
"I’m not a dangerous animal and I won’t hurt you. I was just hungry." 😥😥
It took me back—way back to my early years in Alagbado , Lagos State.
There was a young boy in our compound named Chima. He was always dirty, always sneaking into kitchens when no one was looking.
At least once a week, someone would shout, “That Chima don carry my garri again oh!”
I remember how we mocked him. Called him “thief.”
Some adults would beat him up. One woman even tied him to a tree once, under the hot sun, for taking a piece of fried fish.
But what we didn’t know—what we never even asked—was that Chima was just hungry.
His mother had died when he was six. His father, a drunk, barely returned home with enough money to buy a sachet of pure water. Most nights, Chima and his younger sister slept on empty stomachs.
So, he learned to steal to survive. He learned to beg, to sneak, to be smart.
And while the world saw a thief, what he truly was… was a boy in pain.
Now, years later, I see this mouse crying in a trap and I see Chima’s face.
I see the countless boys and girls in our streets.
I see the bus conductors who shout angrily—not because they enjoy it, but because life has never been kind.
I see the prostitutes in Allen Avenue , the young cult boys in Agege,
The jobless graduates walking the streets of Lagos and Abuja,
The countless prisoners in cells not because they’re wicked—but because they were just hungry.. 😥
Hunger isn’t always about food.
Some people are hungry for love.
Some are hungry for peace.
Some are hungry for hope.
Some are just hungry to be noticed—to be seen as human......To be continue