The Merciful

There are some things people never forget. I have a few of such “things”. There’s this memory I have (much hazed over with age) of my elder sister and I (both of us very young at the time), stranded at a bus stop, one bus fare away from home. A bus fare we somehow didn’t have. I remember my sister summoning all the courage she could lay her hands on, to ask an Akara (fried bean cake) vendor for help with this fare.