I saw the man who came and took away my freedom. He was shrouded in a dark green mist of hate and was determined to capture me. The footsteps he made as he came towards me were slight , barely making an imprint in the sand. The eyes were narrow and black , with a hint of fury. My captor arrived without warning to take me and once his job was done he disappeared without a sound.

The year had been a fallow one, with little water for the crops and too few seeds in the first place. Our village had seen many of its finest sons and daughters die from starvation, and all that were left now were the lucky stragglers , whose salvation was that there were so few relying on last years food .