The child that tiire doesn't give you, God won't give you either.’ The role of Rotheca myricoides in Somali fertility practices - Sada Mire

It was an incredible feeling just to stand in front of the paintings. Then I lay down to take photos and heard a snake breathing in my ear. My assistant told me he was thinking how he would cut off my arm, leg, or wherever to stop the poison if it attacked. I believe he would have done it. I didn’t tell my mother.

She didn't have much to say. Since I left Somalia, I've been in control of my own life. I was raised by my mother and grandmother. They were very beautiful and hard-working. They were also always in favor of women's emancipation. My mother was with me on my first trip in 2007. She didn't know anything about archaeology, but she was very helpful.

A man came to my office in Hargeisa [capital of Somaliland]. He took me to a place a few kilometers from his village. The paintings appeared before me suddenly, on a rock shaped like an old TV. It was unbelievable.