 These are mazailand. People used to wear the kettles around here for the living. My father had a lot of cows about 100. In the morning we milked them. We sell the milk maybe for food. Maybe sometimes you don't get food. We eat for food. When time comes for me to go to school, we took them to the market to sell them to get the acre. It's fun to see cows graze when they are happy too because they can get water and it's a way of life for us. The drought came. People were tensed that there was a lot of tension around. My first cow died. It was around this place. It did not get enough of the grass. It was not very strong. So it slipped its leg into a hole. So it could not move and it was not strong. It was very weak. More happened, more happened and they all died. All died. I knew it's not the end of the life. When I see the quarries here, I know that I can live to my dreams. I wish I could go back to the previous way of life. Lots of people here have the similar story. I have brothers here. I have cousins. I have uncles around. 90% would wish to go back to the normal life.