They say that those who suckle the same teats at the same time are bound together such that when one hurts, the other cries out in pain. If this is so, how did I miss all the signs of your grief, my brother? As we stand here, the whole village, your family and I, watching your lifeless body dangle from the tree outside your hut, I fail to understand how it came to this. Your wife is inconsolable. She rolls on the ground and pulls her hair out all the while screaming your name. Your 10 year old son and 3 year old daughter were hidden in your mother's hut. It is bad luck for children to witness their parent's suicide.
There was a time when you and I had the same thoughts. We tailored our lives to suit each other. We were told that your mother died in child birth. My mother and I were asleep on the bed next to yours when you were born. It seemed natural that we would go home with you.
