Baskadia

After walking for so many miles in search of her mother. Little Darmani then sat under the Mahogany tree. Turning her head left and right, up and down. The once pretty and innocent face started to frown like a pregnant cloud. Full of anger within.

Stood again and huffed to continue the search for her mother. To her dismay, auntie Aba, the mother’s name. She has tripped and fallen over breaking her neck. Laid motionless on the ground.