He had tears in his eyes and a look of desperation on his face; a boy I encountered on a street in Georgetown a few weeks ago. He appeared to be about thirteen years old.
“Aunty please for a hundred dollars so ah could buy something to eat.”
“Where’s your mother?”
“She’s dead.”
“Where’s your father?”
“I don’t know. He never tek care a me.”
“Who do you live with?”
“My grandmother but she old.”
I gave him some money and was on my way. For a while after, there was an