 Because of lads, I moved from Gamba to Minchila. Once we settled here, we started having hope for a better life again. But we were hit with severe drought that killed almost all of our livestock. As a young girl, I remember my father had many cows, about 500. Life was good and I lacked nothing. I got whatever I wanted. During the last drought, we lost so much of our livestock. Seven of my children had to move to other areas with the very few cows that survived. My only daughter, Leila, has now picked up farming which is a new concept to us. Her determination makes me very proud. Friends and I realized that we could no longer only rely on our animals. We started our farm to grow crops for food. It is raining now and in two weeks or even the day after tomorrow, the drought will start and our livestock will die. Sometimes I want to cry and I'm afraid that the next calamity will take away everything. At times I think of leaving home because there's no water or if it comes, it is too much. But where will I go?