Streets groaned with protesters holding up posters, screaming, vouching, for change. For too long now, multinationals have sucked the lifeblood of native dealers. “Go local or go home!” they yelled.
Youngsters had ditched school to boo at employees hiding inside stores. News flashed across TV screens in every home. Mary Williams was proud—her son protested. He knew the value of those who’ve always been around.
From an alley near by, an old man peered at the crowd, his dark tribal skin glowing in the sunlight. He recognised the Williams kid—the son of the realtor who stole his land.