A week after the burial, Savior Tumako knew from the look of things that the table had turned. Apart from Tsenggah and Ossojo, no one seemed to care about his needs. Savior had just begun his journey into the lonely world. Even home ceased to be home; home became a miserable place for him. Nobody had told Savior Tumako that the cocoa farm and his father’s properties in the city had been sold. He sat down and wept when he learnt all that. Then, thinking of the orphanage tragedy he took up the challenge.