“Mama, the gods have not forgotten us” the joy that flushed Ada’s face is unprecedented. You can imagine life hasn’t been fair to them. Mama Ada was in the kitchen turning fufu they planned on taking as supper with okra soup she got from Mama Chinedu’s burial. News of a woman that could help Ada get to Europe didn’t get the expected joy, rather an unimaginable sadness. She lost her sister to trafficking as a kid. Melancholically she replied “Let’s not loose a head, looking for food”. Heaven was set loose and control was broken, she broke down in tears.