One of those days when after school, no food seemed to be at home came.
The little boy angrily kicked his school bag. He was farmished on a high scale. All the pots were clean of nothing but water. Few times it happened was because his family was less buoyant but that day he knew there was money around home.
He moped around the whole house again searching, touching and seeking but found nothing for the mouth.
It could only mean one thing. Mother had wash everything clean and departed to the market to get food stuff.
But he was starving. To think of how he stayed back in school and finished his home work so that he could eat well at home then rush out to play.
If he had come home earlier, maybe he would have met her.
He sobbed.
No strength to play either.

He slowly gulped down a small cup of water and went to sit on the verandah. Few of his play mates were chatting from the opposite flat. He silently went to them as usual but his lips were not strong enough to partake in the football argument.
He pursed and retracted trying to only listen.

His stomach roared just after he yawned, throwing his face to a corner.
Shortly, the boys left for the field. He was alone again since he refused to follow.
There he was kicking the air in ennui, regretting why he wasted another hour in school doing home works. Maybe mother waited and waited.

A tiny female voice called his name. He looked right, it was the yard prostitute.
Or that’s what people in the neighborhood called her. Often she wore very skimpy skirts no matter where she was going but he never joined little boys to jeer at her any day.

The only thing that could make her call him was errand and he was right.
Under that circumstance, he moved his weak bones to her door.
‘Go to that front shop and buy me one indomie and one egg’ she ordered and gave him 200 naira note. She added ‘thank you’ later.

He wasn’t pleased at all. Buying food for a skinny looking half-dressed woman in his moment of hunger. He thought of running away with the money but that would please the devil not God.

He adjusted his boxer short and fled to the shop.

When he got back he knocked on the door and gave her the small black back and her change but she took the bag and left him with the money.
He furrowed in amazement.

She really left him with the money and a warm smile.

Placidly, she shut her door in front of his growing excitement.

As though she knew what 100 naira could do in his life at that moment. In the midst of dried waters, she was the bomb!

He became strong instantly, to run, to jump and to fly.
Suddenly, he wasn’t hungry again. He spent the whole of 30minutes laughing and thinking of what to buy with the jackpot he just won.

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