I returned to Abuja, the capital of Nigeria, after college graduation. I had been there before my mother became a minister. Two weeks later, I told my mother I was bored. She said, "Here’re the car keys. Go and buy some fruit. " (76) , I jumped into the car and speeded off. Seeing me or rather my (77) , a boy sprang up, (78) to sell his bananas and peanuts. "Banana 300 naira. Peanut 200 naira!" Looking at his black-striped bananas, I (79) to 200 for all the fruit and nuts. He (80) I handed him a 500 naira note. He didn’t have (81) , so I told him not to worry. He was (82) and smiled a row of perfect teeth. When, two weeks later, I (83) this same boy, I was more aware of my position in Nigerian society. I should (84) this country as the son of a (85) . But it was hard to find pleasure in a place where it was so common to see a little boy who should have been in school selling fruit.