It wasn’t long after I was acknowledged as an adult man in my village. We lived in tough times and the elders used to say that even tougher were to come.
Our land was claimed by many. The recent raids had caused fear. I was young and wanted to be strong. We had to fight. I fought like I should.
Despite my efforts to protect myself, I received multiple blows to the head and neck. I was gone. My fellow villagers buried me at the churchyard, in the grave of an ancestor. Facing east.
