Jonathan Michael was his name. As a young lad, he liked helping others, especially the unfortunate. The fifth of eight children, he was the brightest and the most hard-working of the lot. He was well-liked by his teachers and the shopkeepers who gave him odd jobs. When asked what he wanted to be when he grew up, he said, “a solicitor”.
“Why do you want to be dat?” Mother asked.
“So, I can defend the poor. Jimmy’s family couldn’t afford a lawyer so his Da went to prison.”
Today, a monument’s erected for Jonathan Michael, “the defender of the poor”.