In my life there was once an abundance of tears. My recollection of that time was the war of emotions. There was the offensive aspect- my mother and the defensive aspect- my aunt and grandmother. They were the defenders of their territory. They banned together to form an alliance in protection of a common enemy. My sister and I were the territory.

Although, most fights over territory between those engaged in the act of war are predicated in desire to obtain and to be in possession of more territory. This war was not one like that. The offensive was trying to give up its territory so that its subjects would no longer be its responsibility. The coalition's goal was to take the territory, of course, and to adopt its subjects as its own, but the war sprang up in the fact that the offensive wanted not to relinquish rights to its abandoned territory.

Those who made up the territory were so very clueless as to what this meant. For those subjects loved the government and with such and unwavering love were distraught over the abdication. Each clause in the treaty of their new lives was a cut, a bullet, a beating and a soul and self-demoralizing rapacious act that could never be uncommitted.

This annexation of territory was not without its uprisings and massacres. There was much to learn for the subjects of the abandoned territory- their place, mainly. Of course, there were resentments as there would be in any such circumstance.

Even when the country that had abandoned the subjects re-established its legitimacy, and did not make good on the promises that those subjects would be able to return to their homeland, the subjects, some more than others, wept bitter tears of sorrow.

During those years of the war tears flowed so that the deserts bloomed with lush vegetation and that life was sustained. However, one subject, who had endured the war, the abdication, the reestablishment of legitimacy, and the realization that his country never loved nor even liked him, but saw him as nothing not even a responsibility, did he strike out on his own breaking free from the country that adopted him. All of this, but for the sorrow and hatred, would never have existed- a new country.

Those tears that has so changed the face of Africa in the mind of that subject were no longer streaming in all directions from its source, no, those tears had disappeared, it would have seemed, they make now outward appearance. They are still present though in that soul, a scarred landscape of the life formerly known.

Even though there is a new country, a feeling of comfort, the subject still yearns for that homeland that turned him out in spite of it all. But, those tears will never cry across the barren fields of Africa again, they are the blood and the strength and the success that will further the new country.