Saaté returns home at 5:15 AM if there is a traffic jam on the tumultuous Aba Road. At home, he makes food or warms whatever he had kept in the refrigerator all week. Or when he is lucky, his landlady brings a steamy plate of rice and fresh fish pepper soup for dinner. She does not do it regularly. Sometimes it happens once a week. And the days too are not fixed. It could come on a Monday, a Saturday, but never on a Sunday. Her husband is always home on Sundays. And church service too does not allow for such luxury.