Babalah Jr. He needed my advice on something, or rather counseling in what had happened to him. And so we met in his neighborhood surrounding under a tree on a bench. Let’s call him Derick because I don’t want to use his real name. I had been friends with him for some time, so, we were buddies, and we talked openly and freely on whatever topic. As I sat looking at him, I could already see what was disturbing him from his manner. His face showed it, and the body movements as w
