People everywhere. People I did not know, but I knew they were not from this place. They were holding firecrackers and they rolled them on our kind. I only hear screaming, crying everywhere. Including my own cries. People just burst into my house and then dragged everyone out. My children, my husband, and my family disappeared in the crowd. The strangers ripped off our clothes, made us feel there was no protection around us. Naked people were tied together, one by one was dragged on the huge thing. I had never seen this scenario before, in front of me was blue water, it seems unfathomable. It was very crowded on the boat, people all huddled together, both men and women. Did not know exactly how long it took, we're trapped in this space. Because there was no toilet, so we had to defecate, so the whole environment reeks. Someone tried to commit suicide, some people were trying to survive, praying that everything will turn out fine. For pregnant women who gave birth to a child in this dirty environment, they had to bears the facts that they may have died during the labor. Then I heard a voice that I knew for years “Ma’! Ma’!” My eyes followed the sound, I hunted for the sound. “Ma’!” “Sandra! Where are ya’?” I knew from my heart that the speaker was my sweetheart, my biggest daughter. Since finding one’s loved one was hard in this crisis, people around me began to imitate my lines. Suddenly, I was surrounded by warmth, warmth of heart, made me realized pure humanity. “Yo’r girl there!” a man beside me pointed to one of the dark corners. “Sandra!” I used all of my strength to crawl toward her. “Fon’ ya’ at las’!” We cuddled together as if we were going to die and this was the last time we could look at each other. While I enjoyed this happiness, there were noises in the upper floor, which was also full of our people. “Grantomat! Grantomat! Bettio idinga wena! Baby yakho ukufika!” which stan