Adamma snaked behind the throngs of bushes in the dark of the night. She hid behind the trees as the men took calculated steps deeper into the heart of the evil forest.
The screeching sounds made by the owls and the tempest of the night’s rough winds did not quench her determination. Her mother’s abominable corpse tagged along behind them.
Their abrupt stop welcomed dawn and Adamma watched the men return hurriedly towards the village. The time had come for her to rebel against Mother Earth. Her hands would peacefully commit her mother’s corpse into the hands of Mother Earth.