Finally, a young albino who miraculously survived death returned from Canada on Friday where he underwent special operation to replace some parts of his body -- which were chopped off by albino hunters on October, 14, 2011. In this special report published for the first time in December, last year, our staff writer, Richard Mgamba who investigated the case in collaboration with Al-Jazeera, revisits the story---nearly one year since it took place.
It was a public holiday, the day when all Tanzanians remember the death of Father of the Nation, Mwalimu Julius Nyerere who died twelve years ago in London’s Saint Thomas Hospital after succumbing to Leukaemia, but to Adam Robert, a 14-year -old albino, it was a sad and tragic day, the day his attackers came for his blood, fingers and bones.
October 14, 2011, will always remain in Adam’s memory, not as his birthday, but as his death day, the day his assailants came after him, attacked him and ran away with some of his body parts, leaving him in terrible pain and an everlasting psychological scar. It’s the day of Adam’s tribulation.
As darkness overtook the sun, indicating that the night has just approached in Nyaluguguna village, located about 50km from Geita town, two men pondered what was about to happen in a few minutes that might change their lives from the shackles of poverty to the club of millionaires, should their plan go as planned.
One man thought about millions of shillings, which could give him dozens of cows, enough to make him one of the richest people in this village, while the second was pondering what he might earn after getting his albino’s body parts. At the same time, a young albino boy seated close to the two men was wondering how a father could dine with a stranger who wanted to kill his son just some hours later. To this boy’s mind, the figures were just not adding up, but he let time to tell what next.
Influenced by the lust for affluence, a father had just sold his albino child to the attacker in a secret contract only attended by the man’s second wife, just two days before the deadly deal took place. In his barn, this man wasn’t satisfied by the little cows under his possession, and thought something else has to be done to multiply the number, a move that would make him one of the richest people in rural African standards.
To make his evil dreams come true, the man agrees to sell his son for millions of shillings and these bloody monies could then enable him fill his barn as well as changing his lifestyle in this village.
A source from Geita Police who declined to be named because he isn’t the authorised spokesperson tells me that during the interrogation, it turned out that Adam’s price was Sh10million ($6,000). In a poverty stricken family, this may sound a lot of money, which could roughly give Adam’s father about 25 cows, but the blood of this poor child will always haunt the family forever.
His barn would be full of cows -- obtained through blood money – earned through the sale of his own son to merchants of albino body parts. As darkness thickens, so does the plan to attack this poor albino boy. In a country where half of the 44 million populations still live below the poverty line, the amount could make someone a king of an entire village.
This poor albino boy unaware about his father’s betrayal sits closely to his dad, knowing that he was his shield against many evils. He never imagined that time would come when his father would conspire with an outsider to slaughter him like a goat.
Suddenly the poor albino boy is grabbed by two men and thrown down like a sacrificial lamb ready to be slaughtered, all ostensibly to please the Gods of his father’s ancestors, before the sharp bush-knife patrolled his body.
He feels terrible pain as his fingers are chopped off, and calls for his father’s help, but alas, his cry for help melts like an ice cube placed on the frying-pan, when he realised that his father was part of the two men holding him down.
After the fingers are chopped off, the attacker turns to Adam’s left shoulder and let the bush-knife sink deep into his body, before opening floodgates for blood and terrible pain. The father then angrily orders Adam to go inside the tiny house without any help. Adam moves slowly as he nurses terrible pains as well as feeling the pinch of his father’s betrayal, as his attacker disappears with three fingers.
How it all started
It was another evening like any other, when the young Adam Robert, a 14-year-old albino took his cattle to the grazing area, just a few kilometres from his home located at the village of Nyaluguguna, Nyijundu ward in Nyang’wale constituency in Geita district. Like many African children especially those from nomadic societies, looking after cattle is part of the daily routine for boys and in some rare cases, girls too are involved in this task.
Unaware of the secret mission to kill him, initiated and carefully planned by members of his family, including his father, Robert Tangawizi, Adam was only too happy to help his parents in various domestic chores. According to Adam, his attacker followed him at the grazing area one evening and offered him a hat to protect himself against sunrays. But unknown to him, the attacker’s left hand held a sharp bush-knife, while in his right hand he had a brand new brown hat, which he wanted to use as a hook against Adam that evening.
But Adam turned down the offer, and opted to concentrate on looking after his father’s cattle. The attacker then sought to persuade Adam to take the cattle to a thick bush farther afield, where there were green pastures for the cattle, but Adam’s instincts told him to reject that offer too. Having sensed the fishy motive, Adam decided to return the cattle home quickly as his attacker disappeared. However to his surprise and disbelief, upon his arrival at home, Adam found the very same stranger having a chat with his stepmother.
He tried to raise an alarm to both his stepmother and father about the attacker, but was ignored -- totally. Finally, Adam Robert, a 14-year-old albino child is forced to dine with the stranger he has just accused of trying to attack him, and again, he rejects dining with his attacker, choosing to stay close to his father in vain hopes of fatherly protection. If he only knew that even his own father was a monster, who has also partnered with his attackers to attack him, perhaps he would have escaped and vanished elsewhere.
The past nine months have been calm sending signals that the killings have finally stopped, but the recent fresh events in Geita, Kahama and Bunda towns, remind the albinos that they are still game to body hunters. Adam’s ordeal reveals the daunting task facing albinos in Tanzania -- a country that has been battling against the killings for the past four years.
The story of Adam Robert, a 14-year-old albino child, who narrowly escaped death in the evening of October 14, 2011 shocked me to the bones, and made me ask myself a lot of questions; is it poverty, ignorance, lust, curse or what is it that can really push a father to auction and butcher his own son like a goat? When I first heard about Adam’s tragedy, the first information that came out mainly from his father left many questions unanswered. First, the father claimed that he, the attacker and Adam were having dinner around 8pm outside, when suddenly it started raining. The father then took ugali (East Africa’s staple food) and entered inside, instructing Adam to carry the rest of the food.
According to Adam’s father, when he left Adam outside with the attacker, he hoped that they would join him inside to continue with their dinner -- after they were ‘chased’ by the sudden rain. Lying is not a big deal, but remembering and defending the lies is the most difficult part for all liars.
How do you leave your beloved albino son with the stranger outside during the night, while the very same guest of yours has been suspected by your son of attempting to attack him just a few hours ago when he was looking after the cattle? Reading from what was reported by the local press the next day quoting Adam’s father, I was convinced that something wasn’t adding up somewhere.
Here is a father who was informed some few hours ago about an attempt to attack his albino son; he ignores the story even after he was told that the attacker had also engaged his wife in conversation. In a country where albinos are hunted day and night, you couldn’t expect the father to leave his child behind with a stranger and suspected attacker, but in Adam’s case, his father, Robert, left him with the devil himself.
That’s why I decided to visit Adam’s home, where the attacks took place, as part of my investigations. When I boarded a plane from Dar es Salaam to Mwanza, before driving to Geita town, I had made up my mind to follow Adam’s story by starting with where the attacks took place (scene of crime), before following other leads. My hypothesis after reading media reports quoting Adam’s father as well as police was that there was a conspiracy involving some family members in this saga, and therefore I was on mission to establish who did it, how and why it was done. My plane from Dar es Salaam to Mwanza took just one hour and fifteen minutes. I landed in Mwanza city at 8:15am, and quickly planned my trip to Geita.
Established by the German Colonial agent, Emin Pasha in 1892, as a cotton trading centre, Mwanza city is the second biggest city in Tanzania. Located on the southern shores of Lake Victoria Mwanza’s economy mainly depends on fish, cotton, mining and now tourism.
From Mwanza, I drove to Geita town via Kigongo ferry, which took me just two hours to arrive, thanks to the modern tarmac road built by the Chinese contractors. A decade ago, driving from Mwanza to Geita town was an ordeal that took five to eight hours; during the rainy season, the roads were not passable.
Good roads are one of the legacies of President Benjamin Mkapa, the third President of United Republic of Tanzania. Though some see him as the man who sanctioned the controversial policies that allowed the plunder of the country’s resources through Foreign Direct Investments, to majority, President Mkapa did a very good job building all those modern tarmac roads as well as creating capacity for domestic revenue collections from a paltry $20million in 1995 to $200million per month by the end of 2005.
Indeed, gone are the days when Tanzanians traveling from Dar es Salaam to the Lake Victoria regions were forced to go through Kenya; today, you don’t have to go through Kenya or Uganda to get to the Lake Victoria regions.
After arriving in Geita, I organised the logistics to get to Nyaluguguna village, the home of Adam, located about 50km from the mining town of Geita. Geita town is located 110 kilometres west of Mwanza and it first came into prominence as the site of a German colonial gold mine, discovered by a German gold prospector in the early 1900s in the hills surrounding modern-day Geita town. This and other discoveries triggered a gold rush in the surrounding area, attracting German and native prospectors alike.
The colonial government established a mine to exploit 'Bismarck Reef'. Mining activities significantly declined, however, when Germany ceded control of its colonies to the British after their defeat in World War I. Geita regained prominence in the mid to late 1990s when the Tanzanian government opened up the mineral sector to foreign investment.
A number of medium to large-scale mining houses, including Ashanti and Anglo-Americans, conducted extensive exploration activities in the surrounding areas. The most significant outcome of those activities was the construction of the Geita Gold Mine at the cost of $165 million in 1999/2000, now owned by AngloGold Ashanti. The Geita Gold Mine is Tanzania's largest open pit gold producer.
Gold activities continue in areas surrounding Geita, mainly in and around Rwamugasa and Matabe; these gold rushes have attracted tens of thousands of prospectors from all around the country. Being subsistence miners, their activities are highly unregulated, resulting in dangerous mining practices and considerable environmental destruction, not least of which is an increased mercury pollution and extensive deforestation.
But the rush for gold has also created the demand for the albino’s body parts, believed to bring luck for some fortune seekers in the mining sector. Local buyers mainly miners and fishermen as well as their counterparts from the Democratic Republic of Congo, Burundi, Kenya and Uganda believe the legs, genitals, eyes and hair of people with albinism could help them achieve instant wealth. Tanzania albinos have always faced discrimination in schools, or in the workplaces, but, in recent years their population has been decimated -- thanks to the growing demand of their body parts caused by the lust for wealth, power, voodoo and sheer luck.
The rough road to Adam’s village was comparatively more passable than the other dilapidated roads in most parts of the rural Tanzania. But my driver, Evans, a Rwandese born in Tanzania about forty years ago was still not convinced by the condition of roads in this golden town of Geita.
“This land (Geita) is surrounded by millions of ounces of gold reserves…we host Africa’s biggest open pit goldmine, but look at our roads ….,” Evans complains bitterly as he manoeuvres the potholes on our way to Adam’s village. Evans, a tax driver in Geita for many years was born and raised in this gold town; before, he went to study in Burundi in early 1980s, but after the end of the tribal war that erupted in Rwanda in 1994, he decided to go there and participate in the reconstruction of his native country. After spending a decade in Rwanda, he returned home in Geita, where he is settled now, doing a taxi business.
“God gave us gold so that we could use it to improve people’s livelihood, but in Tanzania, it’s the opposite…look at the hospitals, schools or roads here … the conditions are terrible.” Evans tells me. It’s the same cry from many Tanzanians as well as Africans whose land has huge natural resources, but their livelihood remains miserable as poverty continues to ravage their homes.
Today, Geita is the richest region in terms of natural resources and minerals, but it is still the poorest in Tanzania. Anglo Gold Ashanti, a company that owns Geita Gold Mine, produces about 600,000 ounces of gold annually valued at $900 million, but the people whose land produces this huge wealth cannot access water, better health care and modern roads. Some call it globalisation under the new world order, but many here see it as a plunder of natural resources, done by foreign companies under the supervision of bad laws instituted by our institutions.
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This is why people like this taxi driver are disappointed by the reality on the ground, but as long as they do not own the policy, their disappointment means nothing to the rulers. It’s the usual crocodile tears, which vanish in the deep waters.
Our Journey to Nyaluguguna takes about one hour. From hundreds of metres away we are welcomed by scattered houses, roofed with either iron-sheets or grass.
The village is a typical African rural settlement without running water, electricity, modern roads or health centre. Ironically, fifty years after independence, villagers in this village still walk about 50km to a health centre in Geita town, and when Adam was attacked, it took his family about five hours to rush him to the hospital due to poor logistics. Like many African villages, while poverty is one of the biggest problems, to many people in Nyaluguguna village witchcraft is their main worry – and there are more witchdoctors than medical doctors.
We are told that there are dozens of witchdoctors in this village, but there’s not a single medical doctor let alone a qualified health officer.
“When people get sick here, they often visit the witchdoctors because they are the ones available … but also witchcraft beliefs are very common among villagers here and sometimes even when a child suffers from Malaria, he or she will be taken to a witchdoctor” Isaac, a 42-year-old albino and a father of three children says.
“People in this village and the nighbourhood communities fear witches and witchdoctors more than they fear God…witches and witchdoctors are the secret rulers of this village,” Isaac who is also the Chairperson of Albinos communities in Geita, tells me as we drive through this village in search for Adam’s home.
In his research conducted in 2010, titled Ideology and the Killing of Albinos in Tanzania: A Study in Cultural Relativities, a Netherlands based researcher, Ralph Turner, writes, “The use of body parts in the preparation of magic medicines has long been reported in Usukuma land and its prevention has been given as a reason for burial in Christian cemeteries.
Dozens of Albinos are killed mainly in Sukuma land, in north-west Tanzania because of the belief that parts of their bodies could be used in the preparation of supposedly protective ‘magic’ medicines which could be used to relieve a range of suspected and real misfortunes, ranging from witchcraft to the prevention of rain and the spread of AIDS as well as increasing the possibilities of success.
In their research titled, “In witchcraft, and murder: The plight of Tanzanian albinos,” Alexander Alum Michael Gomez and Edilsa Ruiz, say, “To better understand the current situation in Tanzania, it is necessary to have a cursory understanding of witchcraft itself. In Africa, witchcraft provides answers to many of nature’s mysteries, such as lightning bolts and illnesses.”
“It often times explains social, and political misfortunes, such as losing a job or an election. Even if there is a plausible explanation for a particular misfortune, those who believe in witchcraft constantly seek physical and supernatural answers.”
Witchcraft is a wide range of beliefs and practices that can vary enormously from place to place, even within a single community, which is a controversial and ambiguous practice shrouded in secrecy leading people to do things they do not understand. In most African societies, witchcraft is the practice of using evil or dark forces from the gods or spirits of the ancestors to achieve a personal goal.
Their practice relies on the alleged communication with spirits, the worshipping of shrines and rare objects, and ritualistic sacrifice, including that of humans. Traditional healers, on the other hand, combine their alleged supernatural powers with herbal remedies to treat illnesses and perform other good deeds, such as casting away evil hexes and identifying witches. It’s therefore no doubt why in Adam’s village people here fear witches and witchdoctors more than they do even God or the government.
In society where even ministers and prominent people flock to a miracle healer who attracted millions of people in the northern part of the country, at a place called Loliondo, early in 2011, the villagers here have every right to fear witches and obey witchdoctors.
After a brief enquiry, we finally arrive at Adam’s home; the home is surrounded by scattered bushes – where one iron sheet-roofed house plus two tiny mud-houses make up the empire of Robert Tangawizi, Adam’s father. The place looks like it has never been occupied by human beings for years. When we arrived here, Adam’s father and his stepmother were under police custody in Geita town after they were arrested about a few days ago. My first move is to establish whether on the day Adam was attacked it really rained as Robert Tangawizi claims in his story to the local press as well as the Police.
In a quick inquiry to neighbours as well as Adam’s grandmother, I established that there were no rains on the day he was attacked as claimed by his father Robert, something that puzzles me. Why did Robert lie about the rain? What was he hiding? What was the motive? My mind ponders these questions before being interrupted by my host, Salim, who tells me that we had arrived.
Upon arrival, we are confronted by the shocking reality. First, we are welcomed by stains of blood on the wood that was used to aid Adam’s ‘butchering’, before seeing the place where Adam and his brother used to sleep. We first traced Adam’s elder brother Salim, who took us to his home -- the place where the attack took place a few days hence.
There are three houses here; two tiny mud-houses including the one used by Adam and his brother Salim and the main house roofed with iron sheets. Just a few steps from the main house, there’s a barn, which is used for sheltering young cows. On entering Adam’s ghetto, I found no bed let alone a door, a situation that shocked me especially after hearing that this is where the two albino brothers used to sleep amid the growing attacks against them.
This tiny room was only fit for chickens, not human beings.
However as the two albino brothers spent their nights in this unsecured, dirty and stinking tiny house, their father was sleeping in a comfortable and secured house. Adam’s ghetto tells it all; it shows that Adam and his brother were condemned from the very first day they were born, rejected by their own father because of albinism; but even when they grew up by the grace of God, their treatment at this family remained miserable.
Here is a father who put his children to sleep on the floor, covering their bodies at night with a torn bed-sheet that last saw water many years ago. Still worse, the small house which is no better than pig-sty has no door to protect Adam and his brother; their only guardian was a dog, which used to sleep at the door every night, trying to protect these poor kids, according to Salim. “This is not a barn for calves … it’s our place … this is where we sleep…as you can see there’s no stable door, there’s no bed, and our shirts are our bedsheets … as well as what we wear during the day,” Salim tells me as we enter their ghetto.
“Sometimes I don’t even know how we survived for so long without being killed…we feared to sleep here but since we have no other place to call a home, we accepted the reality,” Salim, a sixteen-year-old albino boy tells me as we sit down for an interview.
According to Salim, since their mother brought them to their father some years ago their stepmother acted strangely and was very cruel.
“I wasn’t surprised at all to hear that she (stepmother) was part of those who attacked my younger brother…she has always threatened to kill us,” Salim says
“The only thing that has saddened me is my father…I never thought that he could sell my younger brother … and I think he might have been influenced by my stepmother,” Salim adds.
The day Adam was attacked, Salim wasn’t around. He went to his stepfather’s house to greet his grandmother about a kilometer away from this home. Since Adam was attacked, Salim, fearing for his life, has relocated to his stepfather’s home, which is some four hundred metres from this home, where at least he feels secure. But, one thing Salim wasn’t aware of was that even, his stepfather, Andrea Tangawizi, was also one of Adam’s attackers.
According to my investigation, Adam’s father and his brother, Andrea, are both witchdoctors who have inherited the practice from their ancestors. Andrea is a rich man according to village standards, because he has dozens of cattle, two iron roofed houses, a milling machine that serves the entire village plus dozens of patients who flock to his home for remedy and fortune seekers. In comparison, Adam’s father doesn’t match with his brother Andrea in wealth and traditional healing business. Andrea is one of the most prominent witchdoctors in this village, though his biggest rival and ally is called ‘Ng’wana Yesu’, a Sukuma word for ‘Son of Jesus’.
I am told Ng’wana Yesu was given this name due to his miraculous powers, and he is one of the richest witchdoctors in this village with over hundred cattle, lots of cash and many farms, thanks to his ancestors who gave him the power. During a secret ballot organised by the government to nab those behind the deadly albino’s body parts business in 2009, his name was also on top, but surprisingly no action was taken against him by the security organs.
In this village, I learn that Ng’wana Yesu is the most feared person here, with no one willing to talk about him publicly, fearing that though he was still in custody in Geita town, he may through his dark forces get to know who said anything wrong in his absence. However after Adam was attacked, he was also arrested together with Robert, Andrea and other two suspects. But, in court, his charges sheet reads, “You are accused of threatening to bewitch your fellow villagers, hence denying them peace and security.”
Ng’wana Yesu strongly denies the charges and is bailed out because his charges are bail able according to Tanzanian laws. Adam’s father, Robert Tangawizi, his stepmother, Agnes Robert and stepfather Andrea were arrested by the police just three days ago, being accused of murder attempt against Adam.
They were later on then arraigned in court in October this year and denied bail, because under the Tanzanian law, murder charges are not bail-able offence. After returning from Adam’s village, I decided to meet him and listen to his story for the second time.
I had earlier managed to listen to his story by listening to the recorded interview that was done by ITV Correspondent, Cosmas Makongo, nearly ten hours after he was attacked. The next morning, I decided to visit Adam at the hospital, hoping that after he has recovered very well, he could now tell me how he was attacked.
When I arrived at Geita hospital for the second time during my investigation, just two weeks after he was attacked, I found him sitting outside his hospital room with his mother, trying to figure out where to go after he is discharged. After a brief conversation we agreed to have another interview in Adam’s hospital room. Adam doesn’t trust anybody since he was attacked, but, after seeing me with the District Chairperson for Albinos’ communities, he agrees to be interviewed.
I wanted to get the real story of what transpired, especially after he has recorded strong recovery in two weeks. Before meeting Adam here at the hospital for an interview, I had a chance to visit his village as well as home, where the attack took place. After gathering more details from relatives and neighbours, I decided that it was time to get the real story from Adam.
My first question to Adam is how did the attack happen? Though I have read various versions of his ordeal, I still want to get it from the horse’s mouth. He raises his eyes on the roof as a Priest who prepares to lead the morning mass, and scan the room, before eyeing his left shoulder that was cut by his attackers, without uttering a word.
In his stinking hospital room—a reflection of a typical rural African health centre environment clouded with dilapidated infrastructure—Adam finally utters a few words as he adjusts in his hospital bed.
“The truth is that during the attack my father wasn’t inside as he claimed…he was with the attackers and helped him to hold me tightly as the sharp bush-knife painfully penetrated my body.”
“After the attack, my father ordered me to go inside…my sister alarmed by what has just happened in the dark rushed to bring a torch, which she used to light our tiny room.”
“She was shocked to see me bleeding…I couldn’t explain what really transpired because I was feeling severe pains.” This is how Adam starts narrating his ordeal. He then pauses, scans the room again, before he answers my question by saying I never imagined my father could betray or sell me.
As Adam reveals this shocking truth; I feel pain in my heart and suddenly I remember my children, Kelly, Churchill, Angela, Lina and Innocent. I seize temporarily to be an investigative journalist and become a father, asking myself whether it was the lust for money that pushed Robert to sell his child or something else. As a parent, is there anything that can really make me sell my child? The answer was very simple; I would rather die in the shackles of poverty than doing such inhuman and brutal act not only to my children, but to any other children.
It takes me about five minutes to adjust myself to my normal situation to continue with my interview with Adam, but still, my heart was so heavy – and broken. Looking at the horrible image of a young albino boy sitting on his hospital bed, nursing the wounds, which are not resulting from any accident, but just the results of a wicked human being driven by ignorance, outdated beliefs, superstitious and lust for quick fortunes.
When I drove to Kahama town a few days after Adam was attacked to follow up on another fresh attack in which a young girl aged 16 was also attacked where the attackers made off with her right arm, it was another nightmare and striking image. A young albino girl called Kulwa has just lost her right arm to the attackers who came to her house fully armed in the midnight of October 26, this year.
I tried to interview her, but nursing her wounds in pain and shock, she barely utters a word. But after waiting for one more day, finally, she had an opportunity to talk to me from her hospital room, where she has also become a crowd puller as hundreds flocked there to witness what happen to her. All these events made me sick and reminded us the tough task ahead, hunting and exposing of all those involved especially the biggest players who are willing to pay up to $100,000 just for an albino arm.
Coincidently, Salum Khalfani Bar'wani, the first albino to be elected Member of the Parliament through the opposition party, Civic United Front, in the history of Tanzania was also in Geita and Kahama to witness what has just happened to Adam and Kulwa. I ask him about what are his feelings after witnessing what happened to Adam and Kulwa.
“I never expected in my life to hear that a father can sell his child to make money…Adam’s story is a proof that the battle for saving the souls of albinos is far from over and it’s getting complicated everyday. Bar’wani tells me adding that how do you win the battle in a situation where family members are part of the merchants of death.
Shocked by what he has just witnessed, Bar’wani says, “I think it was high time we involved the Interpol because it seemed that our police have failed to nail the real culprits behind this business…those we see in custody are just middlemen who don’t know the syndicate behind this business.”
“At my level as an MP, I have been threatened so many times, but even after reporting the incidences, nothing happens…If they(police) can ignore serious threats against the MP, what about the ordinary albinos who live in rural areas? Bar’wani asks, insisting that the killings have never stopped as the government wanted the people to believe. Though key suspects behind Adam’s attacks were arrested, those who chopped off Kulwa’s arm were not arrested and the Police have no clue.
However, till today, the real attacker who escaped with Adam’s fingers is yet to be arrested. Adam’s stepmother confessed to the Police, saying she has known the attacker for sometime, adding that her husband also knew the plan. She told the Police during interrogation that ‘the original deal was attack without killing’, but, declined to disclose further details.
While the parents are supposed to be the guardians of their children, in Adam’s case, they have become the merchants of death, selling their own child. Police says the parents might have been promised huge amounts of money by the buyers mainly fortune seekers as well as those who seek magical powers in politics and society.
This is a sad tale behind the albinos’ killings, and for years some have suspected that in most attacks and killings, some members of the family were highly involved. Adam’s father sold his son in collaboration with his second wife and some scrupulous fortune seekers, a situation that indicates that the battle against the killing of albinos is far from over.
This is Adam’s ordeal. It’s his cross---the cross he has been forced to carry without his choice. It’s the cross of persecutions, humiliation, rejection and betrayal. How do you win a battle, which the key culprits are some family members? How do you tackle Adam’s situation—when a father decided purposely to sell his son to get rich.