Suddenly I open my heavy but droopy eyes, to see what I call is home. It's ruined these people are so damn cruel to everyone else, only thinking of what could benefit them. The trees are in brutal condition, the houses are demolished and don't even he a chance of surviving. It worries me that there will be no more if me and my people, that only we will be feeling sorrow for our land and how it's being treated. These new enemies are so unappreciative of their Mother Nature. That's why they will be damned.

Hanswana is awakening from under what feels like my paralyzed arm, and turns to me and ask me one thing, "Are we going to die momma?" Right when I heard those six huge complex words coming out of her small petite mouth. I answer back in a horrible crackling tone "No baby, we are going to be survivors of this horrific genocide."

I could not understand by it was so hard for me to answer my own daughter in the tone I did. Or was it because I honestly did not know the real answer to her mind boggling question. I was fearful for my life,but what matter the most was Hanswana's safety, and the situation we are currently in was not a damned good concern for safety.