"We have to cross this thorned road?!" I asked with horror as I stared at the path swarming with nettles and small acacia plants being a few that lay their trap.
"Yes, and without your shoes that too," he answered, untieing his and then knotting them so that he could carry them around his shoulders. "I will do the honour of untieing and carrying them."
"Let's just carry our own shoes," I said as I let him remove mine reluctantly while sitting on a nearby rock and hung them on my shoulder. "This is going to be one painful path."
We started walking over the soft, smooth stones, avoiding the edge as much as possible as we held each other's hands. Whenever one of us would topple over, we would catch the other, scratching our legs in the process but never complaining. In time, we learnt to lean on the other while preventing our legs from getting scraped and bleeding.
