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Evelyn pace up and down the small room she shares with her husband and her two children. She fumes as she remembers what her friend just told her on the phone, the rage inside her could not be contain. “Mum I am hungry.” Uche her three years old first child complains pulling at her dress. “Stop, pulling my dress Uche!” Evelyn screams at her son. Uche starts to cry and his sister joins in. Evelyn do not know when tears start rolling down her face, she picks up her son and set him on the only chair in the room. She pick her daughter and back her and serve her son food from the pot behind cupboard. Thereafter, she sat on the bed and starts crying. Peter walks round his new acquired property one more time, and feeling proud of himself, he could still remember his humble beginning where to eat a morning food is not certain talk more of afternoon or night. He had fight against all odds to get to where he is today and vowed never to go back to where he was from the beginning. He enters the

"knock." "knock." "knock." the door keep making sound but no reply from the occupant of the room. She move to the window to see if she could looked inside, but couldn't because the window was tightly locked. She went back to the door and knock harder then gives up when her knuckles starts to pain. After a while she came back to knock again, she ignore the non response from the room and continues knocking till she tires out and sat by the door. The girl slept off and woke up in the middle of the night, stands akimbo turn round till she starts feeling dizzy and sat down heavily by the door and slept off again. Two weeks earlier…. Peter drives through the deserted street, stops the car and looks through the window and read the house number then continue driving until he gets to a gate and saw the estate agent leaning on the right pillar supporting the gate. Peter pulled into the entrance, get down and walks over to meet the man who had left where he