Decades had passed and Mobi had become a new place, filled with lovely people. The world had become a beautiful place to live in and some parts of the world had renamed their kingdoms. Men flourished and women flourished. People went their daily activities in love and oneness.
Dagama was a boy of fifteen and had just returned from the market where he assisted his mother in her wares. He greeted his blind grandmother who was seated under a shade in the compound and went straight to the kitchen to look for what to eat but found nothing. He sighed and went to the back of the house to check his snails but found them all dead. He was sad and went back to sit close to his grandmother.
"How was today's market my boy?" asked his granny.
"It went well grand mother. I want to go to the farm" he
