Sam

My name is Erevu, which is understood to mean clever or talented. I live in Lusaka, Africa. Every day is a new adventure for me. I have fourteen siblings, eight boys and six girls, and together my family is sixteen. I am, as of 2009–12–31, 17. I belong to the Anansi tribe. The last five years have been very sad for me. In 2004, I lost seven brothers to the Kulu tribe; they just came out of nowhere and attacked us at night. My sisters disappeared one night, all six of them. My brother Dziko thinks our sisters were made into slaves of the diamond industry. There is a huge underground slavery operation in Dakar, the town next to ours.My parents were sold into slavery when I was thirteen. Now, I live on the streets with my brother Dziko where we have to fight for our food and steal our clothing. The life I wish for is the life that came to me in a dream many years ago, though I do not remember my entire dream, only pieces of it. The pieces of my dream that I remember are that I lived in New Jersey in America and was a fifteen-year-old boy named Sam. I played baseball on my school baseball team in the summer, skied and wrestled on the school wrestling team in the winter, and had four siblings, two brothers and two sisters. My fellow street dwellers tell me I am crazy for having these dreams, but I tell them they are only jealous. From my dream, I also remember that I attended The Frisch School in Paramus, NJ, and was in my sophomore year, when I assigned to do a profile on my life as a random child in Africa. These are the only things I remember from my dreams. I hope to have many more dreams of this amazing life.