On the streets some had nothing better to do than lean out their windows to catch a breath of fresh air, for it was a good time to enjoy the glorious morning. Others were on their way to the daily market. Mr. Francis owned a boat, which had made him a small fortune. He used the boat to fish and to move people from the riverside to a remote island off the coast of Lagos. Lydia, his wife, was busy preparing breakfast. Not comfortable in the kitchen because her little boy was playful and into everything, she took the child in her arms and moved to the sitting room. “Darling, I need your help,” she said. Mr. Francis put his newspaper aside. He lowered his spectacles and looked over them. “What can I do for you, my love?” “The kitchen is not the best place for Thomas now. Please, can he be with you until I am finished with the cooking?” Mr. Francis sat up and replied, “Yes, he’s my son.
