I remember relaxing by the coastal waters of Gambia Thinking of my future life with my future wife. When a large wooden boat invades the vision of my eyes. I began to wonder, what could they be, friend or enemy? As they got closer I could see they looked different than me. Ghosts upon the water, that was a prophecy being fulfilled. Being peaceful as I was my soul was being thrilled With the concept of making friends from abroad. I'd give them food, shelter, clothing, and the respect due to Gods. They get off the boat an drow towards shore in 2 smaller ones With sticks in their hands that weren't made of wood. The looks on their faces revealed their intentions weren't good. As they approached me I offered peace with an extended hand Saying in my native tongue, "Welcome to my beautiful motherland." But I was greeted with a blow that knocked me unconscious.