Leaving the African coastal town after bidding their goodbyes along with gratitude for the family they stayed with, Gerald and Theodora stopped their carriage in the middle of nowhere. The coachman was confused and asked,
"Why here? The nearest villege is still ten miles away."
Standing in between the road that ran through the corn fields, which stretched till their sight ran afar, Gerald took out the luggage before paying the coachman.
"We are not going to the villege. My distant relatives lives beyond that tree line." He pointed at the row of baobab trees in distance.
"There?" The coachman asked unsurely.
As far as he knew, this place was without any human habitation, and the corn fields were owned by the local tribe that too lived far away from the place.
Then where these foreigners wanted to go?
