"Will someone please help me?, please I have a family,"cried the old man. I could not go back. After me seeing that they were going to mercilessly cut him to pieces, there was no way I could go back. Besides that, I was too tired and wounded as well. I had to find help from the nearby village, I rushed through the woods till I came to a stream which I jumped over quickly as I dashed through the woods. I made my way upto a nearby village as I could see it a few kilometers from where I was standing. I knew I was safe so I ran at a slower pace till I reached the village. Most people were asleep besides those that were taking beer besides the fireplace. I asked them for their help and they directed me to a village clinic where the doctor attended to me using herbs from a nearby bush,..I never believed in local medicine but now it seemed to be my only saviour. To look outside, the villagers had surrounded the old grass thatched hut I was in. I heard them call me,"the white ghost" My father was a native of this land but my mother was American so it was simple for me to understand the language they were using. One of them asked what I was looking...