Emmanuel paced up and down the cold and desolate alley, cupping his hands and trying to warming himself but shivering. He wore branded clothes, polished leather shoes and a golden Rolex watch which had 100% accuracy in telling time. But that was all he had with him. No car keys, no phone, no money.

He started the cold night there by cursing and lamenting, starting with the taxi driver which kicked him out after realising he was penniless. But soon his stomach grumbled, and he had no energy to scold anyone anymore.

Eventually he sat on the cold, hard, dirty floor, roamed by cockroaches and ants. He put his head on the wall and one hand on his growling stomach. He still couldn’t believe how someone with that much wealth, status and power could end up sleeping on the streets, starving.

He started to realise how cruel the world was. “Pragmatic,” he thought. “When you have it all, the whole world starts sucking up to you just for those perks. But when you’re down, you’re treated like dirt. Sigh.”