Donald listened ardently as Ikenna taught him the rules of grammar from his English text book, he was now twelve years old. Gone was the skinny dirty looking boy that played with lizards and frogs by the gutter side, he had filled up a bit thanks to the free meals he got from Ikenna’s mum who owned a beer parlor under the bridge near the shanty he called home.
He spent his days helping out Ikenna’s mum as she prepared for her customers who stopped by in the evening. They would prepare meat pepper soup and mix up delicacies that the customers would take with their beer in the evenings, later in the day Ikenna would bring his school books and they would do his assignments together.
Going to school was out of the question for Donald, his mother did not care for education,