Mose's Magazine

November 4, 1983. It all began with the early morning sun slowly gracing the sky with its dark golden rays. The picturesque scene was set against the backdrop of towering baobab and shea trees in our humble village.

My mother, heavy with pregnancy but brimming with strength, was determined to fetch water from the borehole. She knew that if she didn’t get there early, the queue would be long, and she was already feeling the first pangs of pain. With a gourd atop her head, she briskly made…