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CHAPTER 10

THIEVES AND VANDALS

IT WAS BETTER TO KEEP WALKING. Try to find somewhere they could

shelter. The clock in the college had said half-past four but the sky was

darkening fast. Lights now glittered everywhere. Splashes of yellow from

streetlamps, car headlights, buses with windows ablaze and shops with neon

signs replaced the dull grays of the day. They kept to the main road. There were

so many side roads, most of them smaller and quieter. Never would they have

been allowed to go wandering alone like this in Lagos. Yet here they were, in

another great sprawling city, with absolutely no idea of where they were, nor of

where they were going. With Uncle Dele missing, they were now completely

and utterly alone. If anyone asked where they came from and what they were

doing, whatever should they say? How could they explain what they were doing

here, two children alone, in London? Two children who were not meant to be

here…who had tricked the Eyes at the airport. Even thinking about the questions

they would be asked was too frightening.

It seemed to Sade that they had been walking for miles. Femi began to

straggle behind.

“Where are we going, Sade?” he groaned.

“I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe we’ll find somewhere.”

Whenever they stopped, the icy wind speared even more fiercely through

their thin layers of cotton. Other people wore thick coats, many with hats,

scarves and gloves. Everyone seemed in a hurry. Probably they were already on

their way home for the evening. No one took any notice of them. It was as if

they were invisible.

They reached another row of shops. Femi tugged at his handle of the holdall.

“Do you smell that, Sade?”

Her brother pulled her toward the smell of frying fish. She was hungry now

as well. In a shop with plate glass across the whole frontage, people were

queueing at a long white counter. A man with a white cap was shaking a basket

of chips. There was no point waiting and looking—it only made the hunger

worse. But when, a little farther along, they came to a cafe with red checked

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