Athena pointed to a place down below. ‘Ethiopia’ she said to Amari. ‘A place where the children starve, the women get raped and mutilated and the men play war. They fight over the usual male grievances; sovereignty, land and religion. If they were each given their own piece of land to do with exactly as they wished they would still be dissatisfied. They would fight over who had the prettiest wife or the best coffee plants. They would fight over which of their mythical gods was the greatest. They have been fighting one fight or another since before the 1500’s. It’s in their DNA. These men have learned nothing over the years. We know now that they are raping two year old children alongside their mothers and sticking needles into pregnant women’s bellies. Anything to destroy their religious opposition. They are brainwashed beyond repair and filled with hatred and mass male hysteria We know what you have been through Amari so you have been chosen to go’.
Amari can barely conceal her rage and excitement. Her mouth waters at the thought of what she is permitted to do. There are thousands of women counting on her and she bears their vengeance like armour.
‘Remember’, says Athena. ‘Only the ones that have harmed the women and the children. The rest, they made their own beds. Now go!’
Amari dropped like a silent hawk to bring them her story.