By Ochuko Tonukari
As I
was sitting in the velvety coolness of
my room some few days ago, pen and paper in hand, trying to finish my story and
chewing the end of my pen as I suppose you often do when you are writing essay,
a most fascinating incidence that took place the week before caught my fancy. As a freelance journalist, I must confess
that it was an intriguing incidence that brought in its wake many challenges
such as the financial wherewithal to accomplish it. The timeframe too was
extemporaneous as it coincided with other major activities like my job. But it
was altogether worthwhile.