It’s one beautiful Friday evening and behold a cluster of birds making very distinct noises in and around the village. One of them stands out there very distinctly on a far but nearby branch of one of the worn out trees. It stands still waiting for it’s partner who may have gone on a wild goose chase in search of food to survive them both for the night that is soon to come. As it looks around, it finds so many neighboring birds in it’s vicinity. Some of which belong to it’s tribe just like itself while some that belong to other tribes, all preparing themselves for the night that is soon to unfold. They can be heard beautifully chirping to each other as a way of conveying important messages to members of their tribes. A feel of great joy and happiness can be heard from within the depths of their hearts as they are finally able to discover all their near and dear relatives and friends having been separated for years and for generations of persecution from their fello