When I was a young boy. I was raised in Africa. In a little village. Deep in the heart of Kenya. I remember one time. I was outside hunting game. When I heard the thunder. Of a storm that frightened me. . Suddenly. All around me darkness. And I could feel. Something evil near me. Closing in. So I started running. I tried to hide. But it overcame me. . I became a prisoner of. The spell that entered me. And the same thing happened. To my friends and family. In the yeart that followed. Drought and famine filled the land. Many days of sorrow. Endless nights of burning pain. . Suddenly. A light appeared before me. And I could see. The virgin shining on me. And in her arms. Was the child inside me. And I could feel.