Refugee Boy

Eighteen quid and fifty pee, boss.

That is a love-er-ly little house,

wot a lavely little ‘ous.’

‘No smok-ing. Li-censed Hack-ney Car-riage. Red light in-di-cates doors are locked. This seat-belt is for your per-son-al safe-ty.’

He was a man who tried to smile as much as he could to please others but he took the business of life very seriously.

His large forehead, light-brown skin and large eyes were typical of his people, as was his short, jet-black, curly hair.

he could sense that he was trying to be well-mannered and inoffensive, but at the same time there was something dangerous about him.

From now on you must try to speak English, you must practise your English

‘Abbaye, yaw teguru tekatlowal,’

‘Leave Eritrea or die.’