At the outskirt of the Sahel town, was a small village, known as Ama village. As far as I can remember, this village was where I called home.
The village had a population of less than two thousand people, everyone knew each others name. They knew your family background and history.
Almost everyone that lived in Ama village engaged in subsistence farming. Some people that were lured into the Sahel town by their friends or relatives there, came running back after living in the big town for a while. They came with the complaints of how crowdy and disorganized the town was and how they preferred the village. The rest of the people agreed with them.
