She sits outside her door chatting with her neighbour who is trying to light a charcoal stove. Her six-year-old son comes from behind and wraps his tiny hands around her neck before resting his head on her back. She asks, in a near whisper, if he is hungry and when he says he is, she tells him there's bread on the kitchen counter but he tells him the bread is no more. "Tonya ate all of it."
"She did? I think your sister has minyoo. Where does it all go?"
He laughs before shouting Tonya's name. Tonya, a ten-year old girl with a tall, slender frame, shows up, holding a cup of tea. "Why are you shouting my name?" she asks, sipping her tea.
"Mum says you must have ringworms."
Tonya gently kicks him in the butt in mock anger. She then leans against the door frame and stares at Junior's mum who is now complaining that Jack, the charcoal dealer, had conned her. What kind of charcoal was this that was taking forever to light? Tonya squeezes herself through the tiny space between her mum and the door frame and offers to help Mama Junior with lighting the jiko. Mama Junior thanks her, saying she is a kind girl, and Tonya smiles as she carries the jiko to the small yard next to the unfinished buildings where she proceeds to blow into a metal tube directed at the faintly glowing embers until her cheeks ache. But she enjoys seeing the glow change from a dull colour to a bright red, tending to yellow even. Barely ten minutes later, as she returns the lit jiko to Mama Junior, she beams with a smile when the latter promises to share the chapati she is going to make with her.