Dear Reader, It’s our first time of meeting (and most probably our last), so I wouldn’t want to bore you with my life story. However, I’m having some issues I’d love to share with you if you don’t mind(after all, a problem shared, they say, is half-solved), and maybe, just maybe you might have a solution, an idea or a suggestion as to whether or not I should go ahead with my plans. Before I start my story though, why don’t we get some introductions done? My name is Ifunanya (the Igbo word for ‘Love’) but everyone calls me Naya; I know you have so many names(any of which you take up at different times) so I’d rather call you ‘Reader’ to suit what you are at all times. I am a ten-year-old girl who lives in a suburban area of a large city in Nigeria with my parents and my only brother, Cheta (short for Chetachi - meaning ‘Remember God’). Did I mention that I am supposed to be in Jss1 when school resumes for the next session? Well, I really used to be a very happy girl until four