Admitting, being a more magnificent lover of sports, I always take a dainty jog around one of the parks closely adjacent to our home. There is a human-made lake situated in the left side of the park, where people always utilise the lakes waters to do various things, ranging from, washing both clothes and utensils, and also it is a place where cows and goats drink water. Admittedly, I continuously remember every day I make a nice jog towards this humanmade lake. I do see some old women comfortably sitting by the verge of the lake. Candidly, this is one of the issues which routinely baffles me because I do try to imagine what these elderly women can be up for at the edge of the lake with some metallic cages beside them.

Undoubtingly, being as curious as a cat this round when I made my routinely jogging as enshrine in my diary schedule. I never became reluctant to ask the senior women what they are always doing at the edge of the lake. Precisely, those women’s activities take the better part of my brain, and the only option I had is the quest for the truth. I had to make a stop at the place where the old aged women were sitting and walked towards them with and to see what they were up for aim or an objective of getting closer. I was mesmerised as reality dawned on me, that what I thought was metallic cage was nothing other than a metal trap. Being cautious I craned my neck intending to see what was in the metal trap, to my surprise five turtles were moving around the base of the trap. The turtles moved because they were not either harmed or maimed while one of the women was sitting cosily with one turtle on her lap scrubbing it carefully with a soft brush.

I greeted them, “Hello, how are you doing grandmas?” then I posted a question to them that each day I passed by this place I always see you by the verge of this lake? I proceeded with moderation by being too curious to know what they are doing with the turtles.

I was amazed by their smile, as they replied, “we are cleaning the shells of the turtles.” They proceeded by saying, “we are removing any algae or scum which is on the shell of the turtles because it exposes them to a lot risks like reducing the capability of the turtle to impede heat and its ability to swim. As it can also lead to the corrosion of the turtle’s shell.”

I became astonished and exclaimed, Wow! “That is honourable of you people.”

They went on: “We do spend most of our time helping these guys out so that they may not be hurt by an accumulation of scum and algae on their shells. That is our way of making a difference in the world.”

I became inquisitive and asked, “Do most of the freshwater lake survive with these algae and scum on their shells?”

“Yes, despondently they do,” they replied.

That response perturbed me. Then I asked them? “Do you believe; you always utilise your time well? Most of these turtles do not always find accommodative or responsible people of your kind.”

They made a loud snigger. As the other one who had a turtle on her lap continued to scrub the remaining piece of scum and algae from the shell of the turtle, and said “my dear if this young guy am busy scrubbing could be able to speak, she or he could tell you that we make a great difference in the entire universe.”