MY PEOPLE (PART I)

I decided to step up my social work through additional church work/volunteering.
The first task was evangelism/outreach through our B2B (Blessed to Be a Blessing program) in the Ketu area(a suburb near ikeja in Lagos). It was drizzling & i was scared i would catch a cold or worse especially as I had suffered from pneumonia two years ago & went through sheer hell before i got well. But i decided to just go with the flow, trust in God and besides me thinks it might help me get over my shyness.
We started from the Highway and stormed into the area about a hundred strong with a mini-marching band.
The houses were fairly spaced, mostly two/three story buildings with four, six, eight or twelve flats as the case may be. Most of the houses were quiet with many families or parents out, we came across an average of two to four kids in each house we got access too.
The striking part was as we went deeper & deeper into the suburb, the houses got denser & smaller....and of course the kids tripled per house or more!!
We had tracts and motivational pamphlets for people & free branded exercise books for the kids! They were a big hit! The kids poured out like rats trying to escape from the sinking Titanic, begging, pushing, scraping for the books, parents didn't want to hear the gospel they wanted books for their kids- real & imaginary!
They got angry when we didn't give them, promising the kids were out on one chore or the other, blah- blah- blah.... i made them understand that the main purpose of our outreach was to make people realise that change starts from within before without. We were doing this by pooling resources together & they could start a chain reaction by touching a life in their area no matter how small the gesture is- they were not buying the idea!!!
Deeper still we went and you had to begin to wonder if we were in Lagos not...the road were disappearing, the utilities had disappeared & the people looked broken - (no pun intended.) Resigned to their fate-whatever that maybe.Just this heavy depression hung like a wet sweater on a weary traveler all around...