Moments often in sad tale,as mbua just recalled hectic day at the farm.As always reminence after the day's toil..but I have a vision, someday I shall be great,. though limited by this forest, trekking Miles each day to assess the most fertile part of the vast forest isn't a joke,but mmmm.what will I do?was born and breed here,I inherited all of this from my forefathers..the farming, hunting,etc.this has been our life for many generations.but come ooo.Mbua beckoned on himself.!!

I am more than this,.some extra looms in me,.some fantastic reality.some day I could go to school,. become great, Mbua talking to himself,I usually admire those voice I here when I listen to the radio,. maybe someday I could also speak like them,I could become a broadcaster,a journalist,a book writer.but this heavy forest where I have lived,.how can such dreams come to reality.?

Mbua stood up,after been lost in this thought in a while., feeling truely tired and hungry.fortunately for him,he had visited his traps same day at the farm,one of the traps had caught a rabbit.so he was sure of a good dinner.

But deep within him,my life should be more to this.,I need a good education,to be able to achieve this dreams,he thought to himself....