Yetunde’s father was disgusted as he sized the man talking to his daughter in the market. He could not believe his eyes. Were they deceiving him? Why were they telling him that his third daughter was eating chicken with a man and blushing as they talked? The eyes were even now adding the extra information that the man she was talking to was a beggar. He made a mental note to see his optician the next day. He must be overdue for new lenses. Mr Balogun was not a fool. He looked closer. He had lived on this Earth for fifty-eight years. He knew this game he was witnessing very…