A long time ago, when i was a mere boy on my fathers farm, an ancient enemy of our family murdered my father and my family. My life was spared for i was hiding under the water breathing with a bamboo my father told me and my sisters to hide there, bt my two sisters told me to stay while they went looking for our dear mother. I stayed in the water untill i could no longer move, my muscles ached from stiffness, my head felt like it was going to explode. I finally raised from the water, ever so quite as my father tought me, i steadied my eyes against the night, i blinked them again for my eyes were surely lying to me!
There, before me, my mother and my dear sisters were hanging by their feet, their throught were slit and my mother had a trail of blood running from her secret place over her stomach and her naked breasts to where her head should have been, i did not understand at the time what that serpant trail of blood meant but i knew then that it would haunt my dreams for eternity. I looked for her face, in hope that it would not be her body, when i finally saw it i wish that i hadnt, it only confirmed my worst fear...
...my mothers severed head lay on its side next to the Khoi pond, although there was blood on her face, she had a scerene smile on her face, in my mind now i can imagine her huming as she always did when she was happy. As i got out of the stream and i walked closer to my mother i noticed a of crimson red and and some other things i did not recognize at the time lying near to the family shrine, curiosity beckoned me closer, my heart and mind begged me not to go, perhaps if i were a little older i would not have gone, but my naive soul could not stop me. Even when i was close i did not realize what it was. I knelt beside it on the ground and then i saw the family emblem on a breast plate lying against the heap, only my father wore that emblem, my wise father who would have me shine the emblem on that very breast plate every day.
The realisation wasnt immediate, it felt like the distand rumbling of a thunderstorm coming closer to home, it grew louder and louder in my chest untill i could no longer protect my soul against its beatings, and then suddenly, just like the lightning beats the rythm of the earth, my soul knew the truth.
My father is dead, his body was difiled just as that of my sisters and my dear mother. Even for a young boy i could fel my heart break, i was filled with feelings of hatred and loss at the same time, i lied down beside my father and put my hand on the emblem of our family. I lay like that untill the fire in the old house was nothing more that smoke, i lay awake the whole night. When dawn came i rised knowing what i had to do...