A soul that changed me...

As I stepped into the compound with my box of cloth in one hand and hand bag in the other; the sight of a little boy, say in his fifth or sixth year, running towards me, startled me. He ran to me, throwing his arms wide in the air as he hugged me and begged that I carried him. His words, “Mama, see, friend. Carry, carry, friend.”

I was totally confused. What was happening here, I thought to myself, scared to death. But the mature veins in me would not allow me show a six-year-old that his actions were scary. In the middle of this, a lady in her mid-twenties ran towards us, as she called out, “Toma, so this is where you are. Come back here, now.” When she got to us, she pulled him towards her and said, “Sorry ma, he doesn’t easily like people, so if he sees someone he likes, he would say those words: Mama, see, friend. Carry, carry, friend.

I just nodded, like I understood what she just said and made... To continue reading, please click https://talk2urhommie.blogspot.com.ng/2017/04/a-short-story-about-autism-i-paid-cab.html and do not forget to leave a word of encouragement for these people.