He pushed the window back to receive fresh air as the bus sped off the wet road. His face wore a reminiscent smile as he thought about all the activities and events that had happened at the Orientation Camp: the new set of people he had come to call friends, the numerous visits to the mammy market, the early morning drills and the endurance trek. He slid his finger across the screen of his mobile phone, going through the pictures that he had taken during the period. His face beamed with smiles. The bus halted for a passenger to alight. He called out to a hawker across the road. Without minding to look out well for approaching vehicles, the young boy sped across the road to sell his wares. “Always look well before crossing the road,” he said to the boy as he paid him for what he bought. The boy nodded, hastily—he was more concerned in collecting the money he was extending and passing him his change. Without warning, the driver zoomed off and the poor boy had to c...