The man came to me in my dream. “Who are you?” I asked. He replied – “Women cook for me”. . He stood looking at me – his eyes were vast pools of knowledge where past and present and future swam. “You know where I tread, you know where to go for you have been given the knowledge and tread the same landscape”. I turned and ran … ran from his words, ran from the knowledge given, yet I could not escape the weight of his words that hung like a chain around my neck and then I awoke ...