Chapter 5— Kane

Kuroa and Kedi were always the best of parents. My Mother made dresses from silk for the village and my Father would hunt animals in the forest. I helped to sell the clothes in the market. It was how we survived, we were content.

I had a best friend-- Kane, he would help out whenever I was in the market, he cared for me like an older brother, there was one time he made my hair for me.

"He did?" Her beautiful eyes lit up with surprise and humour,

"Yes Pari", I chuckled back,

"But your Father is a pro at it", I looked up at Pado and winked. The kids shyly laughed.

Kane was an orphan he lived with his Aunt Kura and her kids. He was hardworking and that's why he was well fed. He had a dream to live in large house someday and we would always be best friends. His Aunt was so fat, my Mother had to measure her twice or thrice before making her a dress. Her kids were so stubborn, they made her shout all the time, she would run after them with a cane. Kane was the only calm one in the house.

And then there was the village story teller Kuvwe , he would tell tales of treasures men seek and died for, stories of his childhood; how he killed large snakes when he was only five. Every third night, the whole village gather round a burning fire to hear tales that were either true or false.

"Mother you're so funny" Seti laughed.

"I try to be",

"Well you do make us laugh, Kara" Pado added.

"Pl----- ease, I want to hear more of the story", Kush impatiently commanded.

"Alright, here I go", I smiled adjusting myself comfortably on the little stool, I looked up, I could see the bright, big moon through our tent. A sense of safety came to me.