Two people come out of a building and into a story...

It’s pouring with rain and the streets are muddy. Cairo grabs Leila’s hand and ran across the street to the bus shelter. With a sigh of relief, Cairo lets her hand go. He had managed to pay all of his bills on time this month. The bank had surprisingly been lenient; perhaps it was because Leila was with. His niece had that affect on people, her soft and gentle eyes pulled on many heart strings. Leila was only three when her parents, Cairo’s sister and husband, were killed. Sierra Leone’s mines are amongst the most dangerous in the world when it comes to diamonds. Cairo couldn’t bear the thought of having to send her away to grand-aunts. He had this connection with Leila; she was just like her mother, his sister. However it was not easy for a twenty year old to work two jobs and look after a six year old girl. Cairo took the role of her provider and lead her through the cold and harsh reality in which they lived.  At last the bus pulled up, but before Cairo could take Leila’s hand she asked very innocently “can we play now?” he turned and smiled, “yes Lola now we can play”.