#TRENCH_KID. 1
I don't know what you've been told about communities with round huts for settlement, may i tell you about mine?
I grew up in a community with handful of loving, caring, God fearing, and disciplined people. My people were so disciplined that if you start growing horns (being stubborn), the entire youths will tie you up and chase the growing devil out of you. I think we were practicing the Marxism kind of theory but we had elders whom amounts them chose the eldest to always draw the line when serious matters arise.
For the fact that were far away, lost in the forest, we were not primitive nor ignorant of the world outside there. In fact, my father's cousin's son Mandik went to the "city" had western education and refused to come back home.
We grew up to hear that he was married to one of the city girls.
Every election time, we receive visitors who usually came in a machine with four legs, papa said its name is car. After that period, we'll see them no more but none of us cared since food, water, meat and family is never a problem to us. In fact we were living our lives to the fullest and never struggling to survive. We were a happy people.
One day, we received strange visitors: they had meeting with the men and youths of the community. We got to find out from papa the outcome of the meeting during dinner. He said something about development and social amenities. We all ate in silence that night, each trying to give meaning to the matter.
Few weeks later, strangers started trooping in, different types of heavy cars carrying other heavy cars on their backs came in. In less than a year, we had electricity and a constructed road. That same year, they introduced to us some white flashing rice and call it fertilizer and said it would help our grains and farm produce to yield in abundance. Nobody was happy but it was time to try something new.
That was the last time my community knew how to live. We started surviving, radio and television sets arrived.
