There has been a conflict between us and the man who claims to own the two-hectare land where me and some fellow neighbours had built homes a kilometer distance from one another. At least thirty families live there, including mine. My family had been the first to settle down after my Papa inherited the land from his father. The other families who settle down with us are renting occupants ― even my aunts and uncles pay for rent. We have lived there peacefully for thirteen years and now that I'm eighteen, we can't let a mere businessman to suddenly show up and lay claim on our land.
We've fought over it in the court and although the evidences he presented are absurd, he won't get that the court's decision is final ― the land is ours.
"But I have here valid documents to justify my right to take back what really is mine," he demands one day to Mama who had just gone from hanging heavy blankets along the clothesline at the