My landlord’s son, Manzi (English name ‘Melvin’), is a latchkey kid. As every student in Rwanda does, he has a very long school day, from 8:30 am to 5 pm. If he finds me home after school, that’s good, because he knows that he can get a snack and have some kind of adventure with the always-interesting American tenant. Today he helped himself to a honey sandwich, some cookies and some fruit. Since Rwandans don’t eat dinner until late, usually 8 pm or so, Melvin is hungry after his long day of study. As he was eating, he found an empty box of cornflakes and proceeded to cut it up into a house, with a front door, a back door, some windows and an “airplane door.” He’s an amazingly clever kid and his English is excellent.