10.30am
Somewhere in Ibadan
“Good Morning mum, how was your night shift?”
Fareedah (Pseudo name) said smiling and genuflecting welcoming her mother. She
peeped into the white nylon bag containing the loaf of bread her mother never
forgot to buy on her way back from work. “Pele omo mi.[Nearest Meaning:How are you my child?] Oh! Thank goodness we
have light”, I really need to take a cool shower and sleep, I am tired”, her
mother sighed.
