What I Saw - #2

The first ray of sunlight had already found its way through one of the holes in the dried thatched raffia roof as it did regularly resting on the faint scar on his left nostrils down to his cheeks. I could see the waking sky as often as I did every morning but I chose not to stand up because sleep was still very much close to my eyes. The morning red-haired aves crowed twice in a row and my Mother hastily departed from the cooking yard to wake us up for our daily chores before my Father could leave for the forest to hunt some meats for us. It was always a normal day - it starts with chores and ends with moonlight stories. In between the day, we often get snacks, apart from the usual roasted yellow corn and a slice of spiced boiled meat we eat.

I could remember that fateful day, my father had arrived early with an enormous antelope hanged across his shoulders. The joy on our faces knew no bonds for we knew