IT WAS like a speeding car that I could only catch up with mom and France. They were talking but I could not understand because another language was spoken. I just remained quiet when we reached the farm where there were vegetable crops. I think the vegetables in the hut are almost here.
"Bean, and bean." A song by one of us picking vegetables.
"Mom, how many relatives do they have here?" I whispered.
"There are only about ten families here in a compound, and mostly our relatives."
"I mean, that man is a relative of ours?" I pointed my snout at the man sitting with them dad under the tree.
He is wearing a white t-shirt, and you can really notice that he is handsome.
"No, that's France's friend." His response while busy picking vegetables.
"When else did that come? I didn't no
