Hanamal was born in a small village called Gorob Village located near Walvis Bay.
For as long as he could remember, he never felt like he could fit in with his brothers and sisters.
He was an extremely curious child who constantly hounded his parents with all manners of questions. He would ask them how day and night came to be, why the winds howled during a storm, what was on the other side of the sea, and countless other questions.
Hanamal's parents were constantly pestered with numerous questions ringing in their heads to the point they became fed up with it.
When Hanamal grew older, he began to understand that not even his parents knew the answers to these questions…
Now and then, there would be large groups of people carrying large pouches and bags appearing at their village to sightsee. These people had different skin colors. Instead of a palm black texture, theirs was a strange light color. They also spoke a language he could not understand.