I didn't grow up in a rich neighborhood. My estate was mixture of civil servants, government workers and petty traders. Everybody relying on each other for one thing or the other But as time went on, I started to observe other kids saying and some times telling me I'm from a rich home. Of course, that was their perception since they are oblivious of the struggles my family faced always waiting "for end of the month". And never enough money to last a whole month. As time went by, I started being conscious of people looking scrawny and wearing just one type of clothes with less colour. Dry looking skin, feet and wearing palm sandals. I didn't like that kind of dressing so I always wore a white canvas mum bought for me meant for church. I also used to wear one I acquired from my brother by "rite of passage"? When they see me, they always stared at me and even laughed at me that I was wearing a fine canvas. I tried to explain to them that it keeps the skin dust free and neat nails. These people call me Ajebutter. It didn't make any sense to me. Why would you laugh at me for wearing something good? I felt we should always try to solve a problem when we observe it... Instead of thinking we are strong and exposing the skin to harm