Amina approaches a Mopane tree outside the village next to an old house. Father says he sold the house to a kind man, an important man, a man to please.
Amina picks up a colorful leaf believing it will serve an injured butterfly as a prosthetic wing, much as the clumsy device attached at the elbow serves Amina as a forearm.
Amina rests under the Mopane and hopes it will make a dream come true and imagines Mother and Father and sister and brother, the whole family, will go to a country with fruits and vegetables and water, away from machetes and rape and thirst and starvation. Father says the sale of the house will make wings to fly.
Amina prays to Allah.