I dreamed being with my late father at our home village and the weather conditions were wet and we were like preparing to cut trees with bow saws also to take the horse for grazing, yet weather conditions could not allow, I spoke to him as he took it by the rope, fasten it there to the conner post of the fence, he did it and put before it dried maize stalks for eating, I said let us go to seek money, I meant at simacombet, then he gave me one big bow saw as he held both of them