A chance

I saw Filive again before I left Suva. He was covered in grease. trying to undo the wheel-nut of a large transport bus. At last he had been given an opportunity to prove his worth. I left him, still struggling with the nut. I said a hurried goodbye to Filive: it was needless for me to ask if he [unclear: we] happy in his work!

"I want to be a mechanic but I can do anything."

Sunsets in the tropics are [unclear: new] as brilliant as those depicted [unclear: the] postcards sold in Suva, [unclear: photographed] usually by an America with a Japanese camera and [unclear: processed] in Honolulu. I was [unclear: admiting] one of these not-so-[unclear: brilliant] sunsets from my little piece [unclear: land] when a cheery "Hello, [unclear: Mr.] John" broke the silence.

Filive had brought his [unclear: two] friends, Luke and Jone, to [unclear: me] "Mr. John."

Luke was the spokesman. "[unclear: You] must be a very lucky man, [unclear: Mr.] John, to fix one job for [unclear: Filiy] You think you can do same [unclear: for] me and Jone and I know [unclear: plen] boys on the other side of [unclear: the] river who got no job."