The sun was fierce, the desert dry. Sand flew everywhere, blinding eyes. Not an ounce of water in sight. Yet in the blizzarding of the dessert was a woman. The woman was tall but skinny as if she had not been eating for days. Her feet were red and swollen from the walk which she endured. Her clothes were light, dancing with the wind. Her skin was dark as the night and her eyes brown as the dirt which entraps her. In that woman's hand was a baby. The baby was malnourished and quiet. There's no way they could make it any further.
"It's okay this, we're almost there, no matter what, I'll save you. Even with my life, I will never let him get to you." She whispered to her child. A tear sheds down on the woman's face as she knows she will not make it, with each inch that she crawls, she can feel her life-giving out. But the determination to save her child kept her going.
Suddenly a horse could be heard from the far distance. A group of men and women were traveling through the desert with horses. As her vision blurred the woman looked at the group and thought this was my only hope. With only so, little strength left she yell at the men hoping they would come to her. The men hearing yelling from a distance decided to see what was going on. To their surprise, they saw a dead corpse of a woman, and the baby she left behind.
"I inspected the body; it seems she died from dehydration and left the child behind."-A young man said
"Sir, what do we do now."-The young man asked
"Leave the baby behind, we don't need another mouth to feed."- A tall middle-aged man declared.
The dead mom did see horses, but what she did not see was a group of shackled men and women, slaves to their destinies.
Upon the group was an old man, too old to work and too old to sell. Seeing the child he remembers his family, his children, and the people he left behind. His heart ached.
"I'll take the child." He states.
The middle-aged men looked at the idiot who decided to yell out, thinking of who to punish. When he saw the old man, he looked in disgust.
"Fine, but you feed it."- The middle-aged man stated.
"Master, why didn't you punish that old slave."- A servant asked
"Who will waste their time on a dying old man. If the man dies at least will have someone to replace him."-the middle-aged men.
And with that, the group of merchants and slaves rode through the desert onto the city of Itiya.
Ethiopia was saved as her mom wanted but at the cost of her freedom. Nothing in this world comes free.