Mama Samuel, as she is fondly called, sat still on her small but comfortable couch, staring at the figure in front of her. She must have been staring at the figure for about ten minutes or so. She had lost track of time. The figure before her was Samuel, her son, her one and only son, the child she had for a man who dumped her when he was barely six months old. She was looking at him with great admiration, a beautiful boy that has metamorphosed into a man over years, not just any man, an upright man of the society. She had no idea when tears began to gather themselves around her eyes.