The good old days!

A wounded lonely heart could forment hatred. Two hearts in dialogue, could overcome pain and share love. Love seeks peace. Let us come together to give peace a chance. K. Ansah

Read on...

(An Abudu child is drowning)

Ibrahim: Moro Abudu is dying.

Andani 1: Ibrahim, you're not going anywhere with him. Let go. Let Abudu die a painful death.

Andani 2: Ibrahim, Ayishetu, let go. What is the problem, Ibrahim and you? You want to save a drowning Abudu. To hell with you. What is eating your soft brain? Let me warn you, you children. You're not going to change what has existed for ages. You better get this into your childish minds and grow with it. The Abudus will die prematurely, time and time again. (children crying) Let me hear this nonsense again and I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget.

Ramatu: When will all this pain end?

Andani 2: Did I hear you talk woman? What did I hear you say? What's your problem, Ramatu? You either use your head or you pack out with your children to join the Abudus.

¤Moro Abudu, died in the river while the Andanis looked on with pleasure.

(Two weeks later. An Andani child fell in a hunter's trap)

Ibrahim: My sister is dying.

Abudu 1: She deserves to die.

Ibrahim: My sister is dying.

Abudu 2: An Andani deserves to die. I'm happy. Thank God it's an Andani child.

Abudu 1: God has answered our prayer.

¤Ayishetu bled to death while the Abudus, also looked on with pleasure.