In the twilight of ’88, when the sun dipped low and shadows stretched across the land, my ancestors bartered with life. They traded sustenance for survival, weaving threads of existence through the loom of necessity Three loaves of bread, warm from the hearth, exchanged hands for a goat’s weathered skin. The bread, a promise of full bellies, and the skin, a promise of warmth against the biting cold. A transaction etched in the ledger of survival. And a fat hen, plump and clucking, found herself in a dance of trade. Her feathers ruffled, her eyes sharp, she strutted her worth. … Continue reading 1988 – After a Hard Day of Work