Peace in her stomach

When she put her hands around the 5 litre plastic container, it felt cool.

And the water made its necessary comforting glug-glug sound. A dream.

If some water should splash onto the ground and give a drink to a thirsty maize plant. And then the maize plant grew. And it was harvested. And stamped to its pale grainy yellowness. And then this water was boiled. And some of the maize added. And cooked 'til it looked like rain clouds do. And then she ate some. And her mother. And her brothers and sisters. And they went to sleep. This time looking foward to getting up in the morning.

A dream.

Maybe there wasnt peace in the land...but at 5 years old, all she wanted was peace in her stomach.