They had been walking without water, food for almost three days and every mile they went children and women collapsed to death.
They had traded all their belongings for water and fruits but that wasn’t enough to last then through the windy night.
Sand blew into their eyes like it was being chased by the wind and tears poured out to the testy desert.
The King of Timbuktu had ordered them to fight till it was all over, they had to because their lives where in their own hand.
While they fought they wondered what had gone wrong, what had caused this fight, a fight that was tiring their lives apart.
Days had gone by without food and water but what could they do about it, nothing could be done about that, at least not until their enemies were all dead and gone.
IT had finally ended; that terrifying war had finally ended…….now it was time for them to find their dead wives and children and lay them to rest.
As they made their way across they desert and through the stormy weather all they could hope for was a land a land on which they could find peace, where they lay their heads and sleep without being woken by the war drum, a land were their wives and children could find peace and joy, a land full of nature’s finest, a land that will bring up a whole new generation and a land far from the other side of the world.
They had been traveling for six days and finally the land that they have been dreaming of……….there it was standing right in front of them
Their journey had finally ended and now they could look forward to a new beginning and a peaceful life.
By Emmanuella Combey
