The other evening we sat down to a meal of grilled chicken and pounded yam. As we were eating, the cat brought in a large mouse and deposited on the floor. Straight away, Faustin got up, picked up the mouse and gave it to Essotchelinam. An instinct : the older brother making sure the younger brother gets enough protein.

I don’t always, but this time I intervened. “Faustin, there is already enough meat on the table. Give the mouse back to the cat.”

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