“How many boys do you have here?”
“About twenty-three, we’re expecting two from Badagry tomorrow. Some still have a family, they just need a place to go and get a meal and lay their heads. Some come here and don’t leave.”
“How do you find them? I mean, do they come to you or you go out to get them?”
“Depends. The Badagry boys were referred to us by a police officer who is familiar with our home. The man used to be in this area till he was posted out there. You know my Austin grew up with Mrs. Adeleke? She’s the proprietor. She found him in a dumpsite when he was about 2.”
She noticed the way his jaw tightened when he spoke about Austin. The boy was about 17 years old studying for his A-levels. In the brief moments she had spent with him, he had come off as smart and cheerful. Who would
