October 22nd 2017 on a sunny and bright Sunday morning, along one of the longest interlocked roads somewhere on Lagos mainland, a huge fight was taking place. There was a small crowd of people gathered beside a danfo bus while two young men fought as if it was a live wrestling match with a World heavyweight championship belt as the grand prize for the winner. These two robust men were half naked, throwing punches, giving head butts and bleeding from fresh wounds inflicted on each other. There was already a traffic jam building up around the spot and car horns were honked from all angles. Some drivers parked by the roadside to watch the free show while others drove by in a hurry. Pedestrians stopped to ask questions or just watch the duo engaging in what was beginning to look like an intense “fight to the death”. The major problem does not lie in the fact that people stopped to watch a live wrestling match; we cannot condemn a spectacle that is considered an interesting sport by many. The anomaly was that nobody took the initiative to stop the fight! There were two teenage boys recording the fight with phone cameras probably for consumption by social media users and there were a few men shouting from a distance but none of the agile-looking youth actually made a move to separate the two from such a disgraceful act. So, we begin to ask ourselves again, “What happened to our Eko?” “What happened to the days when we looked out for each other?” “How can we enjoy watching our brothers tear themselves apart?” “Who have we become?” If we can change our thinking, realise that the little changes start from us and implement these changes in our daily living, life would be much better. How can we stick to this way of thinking? How can we help each other change? Share your thoughts.