My name is Kelvin, and I come from a humble family that has lived on the same piece of land for generations. A few months ago, we almost lost that land after a group of powerful businessmen claimed ownership. They came with documents and threats, and even some villagers sided with them, saying we had no chance of winning in court. Deep down, I felt helpless, yet something in me refused to let go of my father’s legacy.
One night, I had a vivid dream where my late father appeared to me. He looked strong and peaceful, just like I remembered him before he passed. He told me, “My son, there’s a truth buried beneath the old fig tree find it before they destroy our home.” When I woke up, I thought it was just my emotions playing tricks on me. But the dream repeated for three nights in a row, each time clearer and more urgent.
