Mama Rashida’s insistent knocks woke Danny. He turned on his phone to check the time: it was 5:30 am and he knew he would be late if he didn’t hurry. He had planned to wake up earlier to beat the Ikorodu Road traffic, but he had been so tired when he got home the night before. And, he had gratefully wolfed down the big bowl of Eba with okro offered him by Mama Rashida. The woman could be crazy when she wanted her rent, but she was good to Danny, like the mother he didn’t have.Read More →