It was just 4:30 am. This was the fifth time I had checked my, watch this morning. I could feel the hardness of the floor just below the mat as my younger sister flung her arm across my belly and my father’s snore intensified just a few meters away. It was finally Thursday! I had been excited all week about the school trip to the stock exchange. I didn’t know what to expect. To me capital was basically a factor of production. What exactly happened at the Nigerian Stock Exchange? Was this where the Naira was printed? Will there will be hawkers selling money? The time for the trip was 8 am. I was the first to get to the school compound. I was there by 6:30 am and the reluctant gateman let me in after being tempted to send me home to wait for my classmates. The bus finally left a little past eight to my annoyance. Didn’t the bus driver know that today was extremely important to me? The trip lasted for about 2 hours. Lagos traffic never fails to disappoint but I was not deterred, it made me all the more eager. The Nigerian Stock Exchange building was taller than I imagined but I immediately felt if they were selling money here, then the building was befitting. I and my classmates accompanied by our teacher were ushered in through the security system. I had never seen a security check that was so complex. Bags and phones were scanned through a machine. This had to be where money was made and I was even more convinced when I overheard someone say the Central Bank of Nigeria was just a few blocks away from the building. My imaginations came crashing down when I learnt the Stock Exchange was a facility where stock brokers and traders can buy and sell securities. This however did not deter me from paying attention and I learnt that investment could be a way to get my family out of poverty. When I got home I told my father about my trip and I recounted the advantages of investing in securities and what we as a family stand to gain from investments. My father smiled and nodded as I recounted my experience. Although he was saddened by the fact that he had no money to invest. He was proud of the growth he could see in me since I started attending the Bethesda Secondary School just down the road. Bethesda since 2001 has made the provision of quality education to disadvantaged children her priority. Children like Adannaya learn things they might never have and equip them with necessary tools needed in life to break away from the grasps of poverty. To support more children like Adannaya, please call Chioma on 08137648689.