In the Year 2000.

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Every morning, i passed through a particular street to my work place, i would notice a disabled boy crawling to school. it struck me that this young boy's shirt was always white and neat, and he was always on time to school, i marvelled at his determination in spite of his disability.

After some weeks, i didn't see the boy crawl to school anymore, i got worried and decided to find out why. 

My inquiries led me to his house, where i discovered he was sick with malaria. i was moved to tears hearing him speak english, he was begging his mom to allow him go to school. He asked that his uncle should carry him on a wheelbarrow to school, he feared he may miss his assignment at school, he may loose his first position to someone else.

I got more interested in this young lad, who was not ready to take his disability as an excuse, so the next day i went to his school, Dunama primary school, Lafia. 

As expected, he couldn't make it to school. I was shocked to discover that this young disabled boy is the leader in his class, he maintained the top position academically.

I had a deep reflection on the issue that night, i kept rolling on my bed, thoughts of how i could impact positively on his life, thoughts on how to support and encourage him, i then decided to build him a modern tricycle.

Of course, sourcing for fund was a major issue and challenge, i was just a youth corp member posted to do my National voluntary service (NYSC). I was far from my home, an average corp member finds it difficult to maintain self, but i was determined to do something, i just couldn't let him down. 

I constructed the tricycle and handed the tricycle to the boy, i also added some extra goodies for his friends too.

I felt so happy seeing him riding his bike to school the next day, i felt fulfilled and happy.

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It dawned on me in my later years, that no more joy surpasses that moment watching young shadrack Abu, as he rode to school on his new tricycle.

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My name is Emeka Victor Okwudishu.