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Street Child

My hosts at my exam town are very nice people. They feed me well. This morning , the beautiful wife makes fried potatoes and sauce. Delicious meal. I can't eat all of it because its still early so I eat little and pack the rest into a small nylon bag so I can eat it much later. I'm on my way home from my exam town. We stop at Minna so we can transfer to a bus going to Abuja. At Minna, I am pressed.  I ask for a place to urinate and a loader directs me to one. I can't discard the tissue I used because there is no waste bin so I wrap it in a bigger tissue and put it into my handbag. A small hausa boy is beside the car. He is seven, I think. He asks for alms. I bring out the rest of the fried potatoes and start to eat. He watches me eat. I plan to give him 10naira or 20naira after eating. The food is finished. I put the wrapped used tissue into the now empty nylon bag and throw all beside the vehicle. When I discard the nylon bag, the small boy picks it up and